A?N: Hey there readers. i am sooo srry this took so long to update. i wasnt able to get to a comp to work on this and post it till now.

this is the last chapter unfortunately but we had a great run. i hope u guys liked it. thank to all those who reviewed, i can never thank you guys enough.

im not completly satisfied with this whole chapter but i hope u like it anyways.

Timothy McGee was nervous. He took a big gulp from his water then grasped the edge of the table. He was trying to control his breathing but the nervousness of today wasn't going away as he had hoped. He sent Tony out of the room a few minutes ago so he can collect his nerves on his own. He adjusted his tie for what seemed like the thousandth time today but every time it seemed to get crooked again in a matter of minutes. In fact it seemed his entire tux was not cooperating. He had to smooth out the wrinkles in his coat just as often, it seemed his sleeves were too long one moment then too short the next, his shoes were like magnets to dirt and scuffs and his shirt didn't want to stay tucked in just right.

He's wanted nothing more than for this day to happen and now that it's happening, it took all he had to not pass out. Compared to today, it was a lot easier for him to propose to Ziva in the interrogation room and tell Gibbs about their relationship.

He grabbed his water bottle and drank its entire content. As he was putting it back down the door to the room opened.

"Tony I said I just need to be-" McGee started but stopped when he saw who it was that entered.

"I'm afraid I am not Mr. DiNozzo."

"Director David?"

McGee couldn't help but stand there shocked as Ziva's father stepped into the room and walk up to him. He had a calm look on his face but McGee wasn't sure if he was only hiding his true intentions.

"W-what are you doing here sir," McGee asked nervously.

McGee was taller than the older man and looked as if would be stronger but he couldn't help but feel intimidated by the elder man that now stood in front of him as if his age and relaxed demeanor were only a ploy hiding a more powerful man.

"I cannot come to my own daughter's wedding," he asked almost amusedly.

"I-I don't think Ziva would want you here."

"No. She would not be happy if she were to find out I was here."

"How did you even get in here?"

"I have my ways. Now Mr. McGee, I want to ask you a question…"

Eli looked at McGee's face and studied the young man before asking his question.

"If I were to say that I did not approve of this marriage, would you still continue with it?"

McGee was taken aback by his question. Eli's voice had no sign of anger or spite in it but according to Ziva, he would never approve of anyone that was with her, let alone marry her.

"Well Timothy," Eli asked patiently.

"W-well sir here's the thing," McGee replied, "I love Ziva and I been wanting to do this for a long time and I know she feels the same way. So no offense director but even if you don't approve, I'm still going to continue and marry her if she wants to."

Eli looked at the young agent and looked as if he was contemplating his words. He then turned away and looked at the table beside them with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I remember when my Zivela was younger," Eli started, "I was in my office and I looked out my window and I saw her and her younger sister Tali playing in the courtyard. Tali was pretending to be married and when Ziva found her, Tali convinced her to join her and marry each other. I couldn't help but laugh as they did the whole ceremony and everything. Tali had a small silk table covering over her head and a handful of wild flowers she picked herself as a bouquet. She pretended to walk down the aisle and they both said their own vows. At the time though as their father I would not think of having any man marry my daughters and take them away. When their old enough though to realize that I could no longer control their lives I would hope that they found the right man that would take care of them. Until then I would keep them close and keep their minds off such things and when the times comes I will find them a suitable man for them. Maybe I kept that up though for too long."

"Is that why you sent Jacob after us? Because you didn't approve of me?"

"Jacob."

"Yeah. First he constantly flirted with Ziva when she was in Israel then when she returned, you sent him here to the states and he tried to kill me."

"I am aware of his actions agent McGee. Let me assure you that was not my intentions. While I admit that before I would find him a suitable partner for Ziva but I would not go as far as to have the man Ziva was with killed. No, I sent agent Aarons to assist Director Vance with a classified case that NCIS was currently investigating. Everything else he acted on his accord."

McGee looked at Eli and tried to find any signs of a lie but it seemed he was telling the truth. He did not send Jacob to steal away Ziva. He sighed inwardly in relief and the most of the nervousness from the director's arrival was gone.

"But why are you here then," McGee asked, "you still don't approve of me marrying your daughter, do you?"

"Truthfully I do not," Eli told him making McGee a little saddened, "but it's nothing against you. I actually think that you're a good man. No, I disapprove of anyone who would take my little girl away from me. You'll understand when your own daughter is old enough."

"How did you-how do know that it's going be a girl?"

"Again I have my ways."

Eli took a deep breath and let out a long sighed. Then he turned to McGee with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I no longer have any say in Ziva's life, even though I would never tell her that," he said, "so I ask this of you Timothy McGee. Take care of my Zivelah and take care of my granddaughter for me. I highly doubt Ziva would want me in her life so take care of her and keep her away from our dangerous life. Can you do that for me?"

McGee looked at Eli studying him then slowly nodded.

"Of course," McGee assured him.

"Good," Eli responded as he placed a hand on McGee's shoulder, "I know I can trust you, but if you ever need my help, and I know Ziva will greatly disapprove, do not hesitate to call me."

McGee again nodded not knowing how to respond. Eli released his shoulder and grabbed his hand in a shake.

"Congratulation son," he said, "I wish you two all the luck in the world."

McGee nodded for the third time as he shook his hand. When they finished, Eli adjusted his coat as he turned around and left the room leaving McGee still speechless.

Eli walked down the down and was heading for the exit when he heard running footsteps coming towards him. He turned around to see his daughter in a white wedding dress and an angry look on her face rushing towards him as fast as a pregnant woman can. Her belly has gotten pretty big in the 6 months she was pregnant.

"Shalom Ziva," he said smiling when she reached him, "shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"Papa what are you doing here," Ziva said ignoring her father's question, "you should not be here."

"I only came to talk to your fiancé then I leave for Israel."

"You what? What did you say to him?"

"Calm down Ziva, I only-"

"What did you say to him," Ziva shouted forcefully.

"I only came to give him my blessings," Eli assured her as he placed his hand on her shoulders, "nothing to be worried about."

Ziva was not convinced and practically glared at her father. Eli then hugged his daughter and kissed her forehead.

"Congratulations Ziva," he said in Hebrew.

He gave her shoulders one last squeeze then turned around and continued off. Ziva stood there and watched as her father left, not knowing how to respond or what to think. She then turned around and started quickly heading to the room McGee was in. She was about to reach the door when a woman in black jumped in front of her holding her hands up and held her back.

"Ziva you cannot go in there," Abby warned.

"Abby let me through," Ziva replied trying to go around Abby but to no avail, "I need to talk to him."

"No, its bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding."

"I do not care, this is important."

"Look Ziva. Listen to me for a minute."

Ziva stopped trying to pass her and looked at Abby trying her best to be patient and hear what she had to say.

"Ok look," Abby started smoothing out Ziva's dress, "just calm down. You shouldn't get this worked up on your wedding day. Let's go back to your dressing room and finish getting ready and we'll send Tony and Gibbs to check on McGee, ok?"

Ziva thought about Abby said while still having the strong urge to break through McGee's door. She sighed and surrendered to Abby's word.

"Fine," she said.

"Good," Abby replied.

She then grabbed Ziva's hand and led her back to her dressing room making sure that neither of their dresses got wrinkled again.

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McGee took one last breath as he entered the chapel and took his place at the altar next to Tony, who was his best man and palmer and Ducky. He looked out into the crowd of his and Ziva's family and friends. He saw Sarah and his mom waving at him from the front row. A couple rows down he could see Scott having a conversation with Director Vance.

"So you ready for this probie," Tony asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm ready Tony," McGee answered still looking out into the guests. He found Ziva's aunt in other side in the front row, he still remembers meeting her and being crushed in a hug when they told her about Ziva's pregnancy and again when they told her about their engagement.

"Good. You'll do fine Tim."

"Thanks Tony."

"But just in case, as soon as Ziva arrives, we're blocking all the exits. Just letting you know in case there are still any lingering thoughts of running."

"Thanks a lot Tony," McGee replied while rolling his eyes at his joke.

"Anytime probie," Tony told him.

Suddenly the music started it up and Tony and McGee straightened up looking ready. Every head in the room turned and looked back expectantly waiting for the bride to enter the room.

McGee's breathing increased as every second passed. He suddenly became worried about his tuxedo again and hoped it was perfect and nothing was out of place. It took all he had not to move and adjust his entire outfit again.

That's when he saw her. She appeared at the doors and started walking down the aisle, arm in arm with Gibbs who was leading her to the altar. Everything else in the room went fuzzy and moved in a blur. The music sounded as if it was distant and he was no longer aware of his coworkers around him or Ziva's cousins that were her bridesmaids. His eyes were for Ziva whose dress seemed to emit a blinding white light that filled the room. When they reached the altar, Gibbs gave Ziva one last hug before joining McGee's side.

McGee looked up and Ziva and through her veil, she could see a radiant smile that seemed to light up her whole face. McGee couldn't help but smile back and just as quickly, all his nervousness and doubts disappeared; leaving the church knowing that they had no place at the wedding.

He took her hand and held it on her now large stomach. Ziva responded by gently squeezing his hand and placing her other onto her stomach.

Then as if he came out of nowhere, the minister stood before them and started to speak.

"family and friends, and all loved ones. We are gathered here today to join two souls into one, and start them on the same path together…"

THE END

A/N: And now we are here. the end. its always so sad. i have a bit of a sequel planned. if i do write a sequel i most likely will merge it with my other story Playing with fire, just so i can save time and avoid them being to similer. but that wont be for awhile.

im gonna take a bit of a break from NCIS to do a fic of another show. i hope to meet some of u guys over there lol god knows i need you wonderful ppl. but i will return to NCIS and ill be back with a bang.

so till next time, see ya. KEEP READING, KEEP WRITING, KEEP DREAMING.