A/N: I just had to write this chapter! I love this chapter!! My favorite chapter! I hope you people like it too! Please review it, I want to know if you like my chapter like I do!
Three months later…
"Ah, my head hurts!" Abby complained as she slumped back down onto her bed. Ziva laughed at her best friend.
"You shouldn't have had all those cocktails last night! You had more than anyone else put together!" Ziva chuckled, and Abby groaned.
"How do you cure a hangover?" Ziva put up one finger for Abby to wait and dashed off downstairs. She returned with what looked like tomato juice.
"Drink it. All of it." Abby looked skeptically at the drink.
"Uh, okay." She downed the drink in one gulp, and then retched. "EW! That is disgusting! What is it?"
"Three parts Worcester sauce, one part tomato juice. Works every time." Ziva grinned at Abby's expression.
"I need alcohol. Now I'm just too sober!" Abby chuckled. "I can't believe it! Also that I get to wear such a gorgeous dress!"
Abby's bridesmaid dress was a Victorian-inspired ball gown with double flounce lace sleeves, and accented with decorative front satin ribbon lacing. The corset part and half of the sleeves were black, while the skirt and the lower, flared part of the sleeves was a deep purple.
Ziva had found it in a vintage shop when they had gone on a dress shopping trip in Montréal.
"Do you think Tim will like it?" Abby asked, and Ziva chuckled.
"He will love it. We'll have him proposing by my honeymoon." Abby's eyes widened.
"I didn't mean it like that!" She protested, but Ziva waved a hand for her to be quiet.
"Sure you did. Anyway, I won't tell. Well, it depends how drunk I get at the reception." Abby laughed, and Ziva smiled.
"We have three hours! And only thirty minutes until the stylists get here!" Abby gasped.
"How long do we need, Abs?" Ziva asked, one eyebrow raised.
"A long time! We have to get dressed, have our make-up done, have our hair done, and then the final rehearsal, and then you get married! How amazing!" Abby sang gleefully. Ziva rolled her eyes.
"Crazy person." She laughed.
Half an hour later, a car drew up outside Ziva's apartment building, and boxes of make-up, hairstyling equipment, etc, were brought up to the apartment.
One of the women helped Ziva on with her dress.
Ziva's dress was a "Hollywood Dreams" design, and was called 'Nadine' apparently. It was pure white, with a full skirt. The bodice was satin, and was encrusted with jewels. It had come with satin gloves, but Ziva had got them dyed black for Abby to wear instead.
As women with hair styling equipment attacked the bride and bridesmaid, there was the sound of the bell. Ziva stood up and ran to the door.
"Agh! McGee!" She closed the door so McGee couldn't see Abby in her dress, but could still see her. "What do you want?"
"Tony left his tux here." McGee answered, and Ziva rolled her eyes.
"That idiot." She laughed, and closed the door. She pulled the tux off the hanger in her wardrobe where she had hung it up a few days ago when it had been delivered. Tony had been saying that he would pick it up for ages. He had always forgotten about it.
She opened the door again and passed the tux to McGee.
"Thanks." McGee smiled.
"Don't tell Tony what my dress looks like." Ziva threatened. She knew McGee wouldn't. He was too scared of the 'Crazy Mossad assassin ninja chick' to go against her orders.
"I won't." McGee was already running back down the stairs.
"Bye then." Ziva closed the door and sat back down again. "What were we doing?"
Tony stood at the altar, his heart beating ten to the dozen. It was the day he had vowed would never happen when he was a kid, and the day he had wished for when he'd seen Ziva. McGee stood beside him.
"I've never been this scared in my life!" Tony admitted, in a hushed whisper.
"Why are you scared?" McGee asked.
"That she might walk in and run away again." Tony replied, and McGee chuckled.
"You idiot." He used the words that Ziva had described Tony with earlier.
Suddenly, the organist began the wedding march, and Tony stood up straight, and looked down the aisle, where an angel was approaching him.
Ziva.
Since her father was most certainly not accompanying her down the aisle, she had asked Gibbs if he would do the honors. He had replied that he would love to.
McGee only had eyes for the beautiful woman following Ziva. Abby.
Ziva saw Tony waiting for her, and suddenly felt the urge to run to him, but she felt the pressure of Gibbs' arm on hers and, luckily, didn't.
Her fiancé was wearing black suit pants, a pure white shirt, a maroon cravat, a black tux, and a black suit jacket. It was designer, and he had found it online, by a designer of the name of "Hugh Harris."
Gibbs transferred Ziva's arm from his, to Tony's.
Ziva and Tony were getting married in a large stately home. Neither had particularly wanted to be married in a church, since Ziva was Jewish and didn't feel that it would be 'right.' Tony didn't question it; he didn't mind where they got married.
The service began, and finally they arrived at the words that they had discussed so much.
"I, Anthony DiNozzo, take thee, Ziva David, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. With this ring I thee wed, in here with, I pledge to you my love and devotion, so long as we both shall live." Tony repeated the words that the priest had said.
"I, Ziva David, take thee, Anthony DiNozzo, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. With this ring I thee wed, in here with, I pledge to you my love and devotion, so long as we both shall live." Ziva smiled.
"Inasmuch as Anthony and Ziva have consented in lawful wedlock, according to the powers vested in me by this state, I now pronounce you husband and wife." McGee moved forward with a wedding ring, and Abby did the same. Tony took the ring from McGee.
"I give you this ring to wear with love and joy. As a ring has no end, neither shall my love for you. I choose you to be my wife this day and forevermore." Tony slipped the ring onto Ziva's finger. Now it was Ziva's turn to take the ring from Abby.
"Because this ring is perfectly symmetrical, it signifies the perfection of true love. As I place it on your finger, I give you all that I am and ever hope to be." Ziva said, as she slipped the ring onto Tony's finger. She then said the traditional Jewish vow as well. "Harey at mekuddeshet li b'taba'at zo k'dat Moshe v'Israel."
"You may now kiss the bride." The priest stated, and Tony leaned forward to kiss Ziva. There was an assortment of cheers and wild clapping, and finally, they pulled apart.
"Mazel tov!" Everyone began to shout the two words, and Ziva grinned.
"What are they saying?" Tony asked, and Ziva turned to him.
"It would mark the conclusion of the Jewish marriage ceremony. It also means that someone bothered to find out what the audience should say!" Ziva said, smiling.
Tony smiled. 'Audience.' He guessed that she meant the congregation. Or is it a congregation? Since we are not in a church…
Tony and Ziva walked out from the stately building into a rain of flower petals and confetti.
A/N: I will write about the reception next, then the honeymoon! And there will also be another… big… surprise! It might be Tiva… It might be McAbby… Who knows? You have to keep reading to find out!
Links to Ziva's dress, Abby's dress and Tony's suit are on my profile!!