Disclaimer: NCIS is not my creation or property- I own all the DVDs though.

Chapter 20

Despite the fact that their wedding was mere weeks away, Jemma and Tony were still planning to celebrate their one-year anniversary on October twenty-fourth. They were once again going to fly up to New York for the weekend, this time not to see Wicked ("for a change," Tony had joked and Jemma had punched him, causing him to complain she was spending too much time around Abby), but to see Mary Poppins.

Tony was unsure what to make of the fact that Jemma wasn't sure what she was more excited about- that or the Halloween party Abby was throwing the following weekend which they were attending.

As soon as Abby had delivered the invitations to them (a whole month prior to the event), Jemma had practically begged Tony for them to go as Elphaba and Fiyero. Tony had finally agreed and Abby was helping Jemma by making the costumes.

"Abby is my favourite person in the whole world!" she declared one day, when she had dropped by the Navy Yard for a fitting with Abby and then come up to see Tony afterwards.

Tony looked up from his computer. "As your fiancée, I kinda resent that," he said dryly and Jemma grinned.

"How is the dress coming, Jemma?" Ziva asked.

"Amazing! Abby's an artist," Jemma gushed, pulling out her cell phone to show her photos.

The dress was based off the dress Elphaba wore in Act 2, Jemma's favourite Elphaba dress in the entire show.

"It looks beautiful," Ziva smiled, inspecting the photos.

"I love it," Jemma replied happily. "Seriously, I think I love it more than my wedding dress!"

"Again, hey!" Tony complained good-naturedly. "You're not getting married as Elphaba," he said sternly and Jemma pouted for a moment, but then turned back to Ziva.

"And Tony's costume is ready, and I've got my wig and the green face paint. All I need is a broom, but it's been so hard to find one!"

"Be inventive," Tony suggested. "Be like Sabrina the teenage witch and ride a vacuum cleaner?"

Jemma ignored him. "I've seen a few," she admitted. "But they're not right."

Ziva spoke up. "I wonder why there is that association that witches ride broomsticks? I mean, why a broom?"

Jemma grinned. "Well, we can't all come and go by bubble," she replied and McGee laughed, recognising it as a line from Wicked.

Tony groaned and shook his head. Jemma shrugged.

"It was open!" she protested. "You expected me to ignore it?"

"It'd be nice," Tony replied teasingly.

McGee snorted. "Tony, every other sentence from you is 'this reminds me of a movie'. You can't talk."

Ziva laughed. "Yes. You can't have the saucepan calling the teapot black."

Tony threw a ball of paper at her. "It's the pot calling the kettle black, Zee. What are you going as to the party, anyway?"

Ziva shrugged mysteriously. "You will see. McGee, what about you?"

Tony smirked. "Yeah, Elf Lord, McGeek. What are you going as?"

McGee glared at him. "Doctor Who," he admitted finally.

Tony exchanged a look with Ziva but Jemma rolled her eyes and interrupted before either could comment.

"Ok, I'm going home. Bye guys. Good luck, Jethro!"

Tony looked bewildered as his fiancée left. "Good luck? What does she mean by that?" he asked Ziva and McGee.

"It means you'll all be going to the party as coma patients if you don't shut up and get some work done," Gibbs replied and Tony, Ziva and McGee immediately fell silent and got back to work.

When Jemma and Tony arrived home from New York the weekend of their anniversary, Jemma frowned to see an oddly shaped, long package sitting on the doorstep.

"What do you think it is?" she asked Tony.

Tony shrugged, just as confused as she was. "I don't know."

He took it from her and inspected it carefully. "I don't think it's plague… although I didn't think the plague would have plague either."

Jemma scowled at him. "That's not even funny," she retorted.

Tony apologised and once they were inside, took out his knife to open it.

"I feel like this reminds me of a movie," he said and Jemma rolled her eyes.

"Tony, what movie possibly-"

She stopped herself mid-sentence, her eyes wide.

"What?" Tony asked in alarm.

"Harry Potter!" she breathed excitedly.

Tony paused. "Which one?"

She shrugged. "Either one or three, doesn't really matter. It's kind of like when Harry gets his broom…"

Suddenly it all clicked in Tony's mind and he quickly unwrapped it. Sure enough, there was a broom inside. Jemma took it from him with great glee.

"Oh, it's perfect!"

"Gibbs made it," Tony said quietly and Jemma looked at him in amazement.

"Are you sure?"

Tony nodded. "After knowing the man for nine years? Yeah, I'm sure."

Jemma was completely blown away. "I have to call him and thank him," she said excitedly and hurried off to grab the phone from the kitchen.

Tony admired the handiwork with a fond smile. He'd always said that Gibbs' actions spoke louder than his words. And here was the physical proof. In that moment, Tony was so grateful he'd asked Gibbs to be his best man. He'd definitely made the right choice.

The day before Halloween, Abby dropped by to give Tony and Jemma their finished costumes. Tony opened his and had to admire Abby's handiwork.

"This looks great, Abs," he said, holding up the green jacket that was part of the costume. "Very realistic. You could almost use these in the actual show."

Abby shrugged modestly. "They had to look authentic."

"So, what's your costume, Abby?" Jemma asked and Abby grinned.

"Tony, any final guesses for this year?" she asked him and Tony studied her thoughtfully.

"Hmm…. I'm still going to say June Carter Cash."

Abby frowned. "I don't understand why you think that."

"Because we watched Walk the line the other week and you went on about it for days," Tony replied.

She shook her head. "Well, you're wrong."

"So, what is it?" Jemma pressed.

Abby grinned at her. "Dorothy."

Jemma laughed. "Really? That's awesome!"

"Can I borrow Tramp to use as Toto?" Abby asked Jemma. "He's not the exact right breed, but it'll do."

"Sure," Jemma agreed easily.

Jemma was still keeping her dress as secret as her wedding dress from Tony. On Halloween, she shut herself up in the bedroom and bathroom for hours to get ready.

"If it takes you this long to get ready for a party, how long is it going to take you to get ready for the wedding?" he called through the door teasingly.

Jemma laughed. "It'll be less time, actually. Because I'm not painting myself green for the wedding!" she sang back.

Tony was oddly relieved about that.

He got ready himself in about ten minutes, and was watching TV when Jemma was finally ready.

"Ok, what do you think?"

Tony's jaw dropped. With the green paint covering her face, neck and hands, the amazing black dress Abby had made and the long, black wig, she was almost unrecognisable.

"Wow. You look…. Like Elphaba," he said honestly, and that was the highest compliment he could have given her.

When Abby met them at the door, she squealed excitedly.

"Oh my god! You both look so good! I swear, if I didn't know it was you, Jem- I would not recognise you! Ooh, I have to get a photo of the two of you!"

Tony sighed, having a many experience at the hands of Abby and her camera. "It's better just to go with it," he told Jemma in a low voice and she nodded.

"You look great too, Abby," Jemma told her as she returned with the camera.

"And here's your Toto," Tony said, handing her Tramp's leash.

"Thanks! Hi, Tramp!" Abby cooed to the dog, bending down. "You gonna be my Toto tonight?"

"Lady, Pongo and Copper were bitterly jealous they weren't asked," Tony said to Abby.

Abby pouted. "Oh! They could have come too!"

"Abs, I was kidding," Tony rolled his eyes.

"They still could have come," Abby muttered. "Ok you too, come with me! Photos!"

Many years of having a camera pointed at his face by Abby had instilled a natural instinct in Tony to pull a funny face.

When Abby lowered the camera, she was glaring. "DiNozzo! Just once, no funny faces! Please? You can't do that in the wedding photos."

"Well, not all of them," Tony replied and was jabbed in the ribs by Jemma.

"Stop it. Come on, be serious."

Tony sighed long-sufferingly and smiled sweetly at Abby.

"Better?"

"Yes!" Abby chirped and raised the camera again.

They did a few ones smiling, then Abby insisted on a few serious shots, before she'd let the couple actually enter the party.

"Are Ziva and Dr McWho here?" Tony asked Abby, who laughed.

"Dr McWho. I like that one. Yeah. Timmy's over there with Palmer. And Ziva's…."

"Here," a new voice said from next to Tony's shoulder and he jumped, before turning to Ziva.

"Seriously. You have to stop doing that!" he told her. "Between you and Gibbs you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days."

Ziva chuckled. "Your costumes are wonderful," she replied. "Jemma, that dress is amazing!"

Jemma blushed, even under the green paint. "Thanks, Ziva. I love yours. Very sexy."

"Tony gave me the idea, " Ziva grinned and Tony looked at his friend for the first time.

"That is awesome, Zee."

Ziva shrugged casually. "You always call me a ninja, do you not?"

"That I do," Tony acknowledged. "But I like. I kind of get a Jennifer Garner Elektra vibe."

Ziva frowned. "Elektra?"

Tony sighed. "I'll bring you the DVD on Monday," he promised.

If there was one thing Abby knew how to do well (besides her forensic genius stuff, of course) it was throw a party. Abby spent most of it running around with her camera.

"Oh, I'm framing these ones!" she laughed, showing Jemma the camera.

They'd gotten McGee to take a couple of shots of the two of them together, as Dorothy and the Wicked Witch of the West. One had Jemma pretending to strangle Abby, and the other was Jemma reaching for the sparkly red shoes on Abby's feet.

"I still can't believe you found ruby slippers," Jemma shook her head in slight awe as she and Tony were leaving at the end of the night.

Abby only laughed.

"I hope our wedding is this much fun," Jemma said tiredly when they were in the car.

Tony chuckled. "Maybe we should have gotten Abby to throw it, then it would definitely be."

Jemma giggled. "Two weeks," she reminded him and Tony smiled softly.

"And counting."