Thanks for all the reassurance. I enjoyed the "debates" I had with many of you. I think that it was about half and half, those who agreed with me about Pyramid to those who still have faith in Tiva. Although I'm pretty sure that EJ will return at some point because of her pulling the chip out of Levin's wrist, I don't think that she is the one that Tony is investigating because she left NCIS at the end of Pyramid so she wouldn't have access to sensitive information.

I'm not quite convinced that Tiva is still viable but I'm a little swayed. Perhaps Tiva is just concussed for the moment. But, as lots of you pointed out, Tiva is very much alive and kicking in this story since they are getting married...

'Ready?' Tony turned round to see McGee grinning at him.

'Ready,' he replied, sure of his answer.

'Ready?' Ziva turned round to see Abby grinning at her.

'Ready,' she replied, sure of her answer.

Tony's heart was pounding in his chest as he waited as the end of the long room, glad of McGee's stabilising presence.

'You actually get to see this one,' Tony whispered. McGee looked at him, not understanding. 'I mean, it isn't broadcast across the internet with you throwing confetti at your computer screen.'

McGee blushed. 'No,' he smirked. 'This time I get to throw confetti at you.'

Tony turned back, glancing impatiently towards the door at the other end. 'How long can it take to put on a dress?' he murmured. 'She can't keep me waiting much longer.'

McGee grinned. 'She kept you waiting for six years, Tony. I don't think a few more minutes are going to make a difference.'

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. From this moment onwards, there was no chance of turning back. He didn't want to end up like Gibbs...

Tony frowned, his eyes roaming the room. Where was Gibbs? Tony had asked him to stand beside them at the front. Obviously his boss would not want to be the best man, but it seemed natural to have his mentor standing by him. So where was he?

McGee nudged Tony, bringing his wandering mind back to the matter in hand. The few seconds that Tony was kept waiting were agony. Anything to keep his mind off the impending appearance of Ziva. Was it natural to be this nervous?

He posed the question to McGee.

'Yes,' McGee assured him, after a moment's hesitation. 'You two have relied on each other for so long. You can't screw this up.'

'Thanks, McGee,' Tony snapped.

McGee grinned. 'You know what I mean.' Noticing that Tony really did look nervous, he added, 'You aren't going to screw this up, Tony. You two are meant for each other.'

Tony smiled. 'Thanks, McGee,' he muttered.

'So, where's the honeymoon?' McGee asked curiously.

Tony did not get a chance to reply. The doors opened and Abby walked through, looking very Abbyish in her spunky get up. Tony craned his neck, desperate to see past Ziva's bridesmaid and catch a glimpse of his bride. He hadn't seen her for almost a week.

Abby beamed uncontrollably at Tony, her excitement building.

Then, a shape appeared in the doorway. A white shape.

Abby squeezed Ziva once more. 'I can't believe that this is it!' she cried, her eyes damp.

Ziva nodded weakly. She shared the sentiment. Only a year previous, they had been platonic friends, knowing that there was something incomprehensible there, leaving it to fester, pushing it as far away from the forefront of their lives as possible. Now, she standing outside a room, her hands clammy and her heart hammering, waiting to go in and give her life to her co-worker whom she should not, be Gibbs's rules, even be dating.

Abby's hand was resting on the handle. 'I'm going in,' she announced.

Ziva smiled. That phrase was as common to her as 'On your six, boss,' was to Tony. But, this time, she had no gun and there were no bad people on the other side of the door. Well, not counting the Mossad assassins accompanying her father.

Her father. 'Where's my father?' she asked.

'Here.' Ziva turned to see a Mossad bodyguard standing in front of her.

'Where?' she asked, her tone colder than would be expected of a happy bride.

'Here.' This time her father answered. 'Ziva,' he told her. 'You look beautiful.'

Ziva offered a reluctant smile.

'I never thought that I would see a child live long enough to...' His voice broke off. 'Your mother would be proud of you.'

Ziva nodded. This was not a moment for family bonding. This was a moment for a bond of love between her and her husband as he would be in less than an hour.

Eli took a step forward, proffering his arm. 'Ready?' he asked.

Ziva did not reply. She had answered that question too many times in too short a time. She was not going to humour her father.

'Where's Gibbs?' she asked, directing her question pointedly at Abby.

Abby shrugged, frowning. 'In there, I guess,' she replied.

Ziva shook her head. 'He's walking on the other side of me,' she explained. 'He should be here.'

Abby raised her eyebrows, her eyes shifting towards Eli's face. He seemed calm enough, but his unreadable face unnerved her.

Gibbs appeared. 'You look beautiful, Abbs,' he commented, kissing the top of her head. 'You ready, Ziva?' he asked.

Ziva smiled and held out her arm. 'Ready, Gibbs,' she replied surely.

'Eli,' Gibbs greeted for the second time that evening.

'Gibbs,' Eli returned.

Abby placed her hand back on the handle. 'Ok,' she asked. 'Is everybody ready now?'

Ziva looked at each of her escorts in turn. All the people she cared about most were either with her, or on the other side of the door. Well, all the people who were alive, and not all the people were liked, but it was mainly true. It was as close to perfection as an ex-assassin could get.

'You stay out here,' Eli ordered his bodyguard. The man nodded.

A glare passed over Gibbs's face and Ziva rolled her eyes at her father's insistence on not letting anyone forget about their overarching purpose in life: to protect their country at any cost to their own lives.

Abby sighed. She was really getting impatient. 'Ready?' she asked, hopping from one foot to the other.

'Go, Abbs,' Gibbs allowed.

Abby opened the door.

I have just finished watching the finale of NCIS:LA and the difference between Familia and Pyramid was huge. Familia had a proper plot with actual action, whereas Pyramid fell flat. NCIS:LA is catching up fast with the original NCIS. It hasn't overtaken yet but...

I'm so grateful for Psychoville right now. Without it, I would have nothing to watch in my breaks from revision. And, honestly, I prefer Psychoville to NCIS. Next episode tonight! Nobody reading this will have a clue why I am so excited but, if you watched Psychoville, you would. Hint, hint...