Short last chappie. Blame it at the school. Stupid homework! And also blame my friend Karen who is currently annoying me on AIM.

O! The Disclaimer: I don't ownNCIS.


There was a soft swish as the doors to the morgue slipped open quietly. The thunk of footsteps gave away the presence of people. Hushed words spoken, then the clatter of plastic against tile sounded throughout the room as Ducky dropped his water bottle in surprise. "He did what?" the ME exclaimed rather loudly. "Come right over here Anthony, let's see the damage."


It was a quiet Sunday morning. The sky was clear and there was just a soft breeze to ruffle the trees and make them whisper Earth's oldest secrets to each other. An old woman sat on a bench surrounded by squirrels and pigeons in a large park. She threw nuts and birdseed at the animals while watching the doors of the church across the street. She knew someone was late. A black limousine suddenly pulled up to the front of a church and screeched to a halt, the noise scaring away the throng of pigeons. The woman watched three men get out quickly and slam the car doors shut. They argued their way up the church steps and through the doors. Moments later, the church bells began ringing.


Seated in the last row of church pews, he watched the three men bustle through the doors. One of them went to stand at the alter, while the other two vanished through the doors of an adjoined room. A deep rumble of anger grew in his abdomen as he watched them. One of the men seated next to him grabbed his arm to restrain him from doing anything stupid. Fighting for self-control, the man concentrated on the music blasting from the organs. He heard the soft creak of oak doors as they swung open and he turned to watch the procession marching past them.

First came the little girls. They were smiling in their pale pink dresses that sparkled in the light. Taking dainty steps, they tossed flower petals over the aisle and beamed at the seated guests. Cute.

Following them came the couples. He recognized the first one. Abby and What's-his-face. There was a picture of them on her mantle. He'd seen it. Abby was dressed in flowing black halter dress while the man wore a white tux. To his surprise, he saw that it was the exact opposite of what all the other bridesmaids and groomsmen were wearing. Hmm….

As the organ music reached a crescendo, she appeared with the other man. Dammit. He was supposed to be there! He was supposed to be the one she was smiling at! The bubble of anger formed in him again, and he almost stood up. Both men next to him secured his arms firmly down to prevent him from doing so. He was helpless to watch the other man bend down to whisper something in her ear before handing her over. Dammit all.


Kate had known in her gut that he'd be late. She just did! So it surprised her when she found herself pacing the dressing room floor and glancing at the clock when he was just five minutes late. Five minutes! God, she was turning into a nervous-wreak! Abby tired to get her do some weird sort of yoga to calm her nerves, but it was useless. The dress was making it hard to breath, and the shoes hurt her feet. Speaking of her feet, they were cold. Was this really the right choice? This man was late to his own wedding!

But wait. Of course it was the right choice.

Now, as she smiled into the face of the man that she decided to spend the rest of her life with, she felt a blanket of warmth envelop her. "I do."

Fin