A Boy and a Girl Chapter 8: Sweetest, a ncis fanfic

This is the one that started it all…I was listening to this and I got an image in my head of Tony and Ziva and this series was born. Even if no one reads this, I am glad I wrote it. It gives me joy to combine beautiful music with wonderful characters.

Thanks again to my beta, AliyahNCIS, for the work done on my oneshots.

Sweetest

May these vows and this marriage be blessed. /May it be sweet milk,/ this marriage, like wine and halvah. / May this marriage offer fruit and shade / like the date palm. / May this marriage be full of laughter, / our every day a day in paradise.

Standing beneath the bows of two large oak trees, a man and a woman stood facing each other, oblivious to all those around them, and promised to one another all that had already been given. Love and loyalty, to have each other's six no matter what: to death and after; to paraphrase a bit.

Around them stood only a few blood relatives, but they were joined also by their true family - the ones who had stood by them when all others had abandoned them, who had been on their side even against the highest odds.

The bride was resplendent in a white gown, tastefully decorated with beading on the bodice and embroidery on the hem. The groom was dashing in a black tux like his hero: Bond, James Bond.

There was only the maid of honor and the best man standing up for their friends. The maid of honor was dressed in a deep red, floor length dress, elbow length black lace gloves, her customary parasol, and a black ribbon necklace on which hung a ruby pendant. The best man also wore a tux, his hair neatly combed, eyes only for the maid of honor.

A man with silver hair sat in the first row, sporting a black tux as well, pride in his eyes for the couple saying their vows. He had given the bride away, for she was as much his daughter as the child of his who had never lived long enough to marry.

Also present were an old Scotsman and his trustworthy assistant, former teammates and police officers, FBI agents, and a few of the families who had stayed in touch with the teams whose lives had touched theirs. A little girl who could not see but could hear amazingly well came with her mother. The family of a young boy who many said resembled a younger version of the groom. And in the back, a black man in a suit, chewing a toothpick and smiling, sat watching his agents wed.

The vows, both said and unsaid, were completed. The couple exchanged rings and shared a brief but perfect kiss. They were presented as a married couple for the first time to the assembled guests, and then everyone filtered into the reception hall while the couple and attendants, 'father' of the bride included, posed for the required pictures.

They didn't mind too much, for these shots were far more pleasant than those their jobs required them to take on a regular basis. This first, but not last, wedding photo would now join such memorable snapshots as the Marilyn Monroe Halloween costume, the Paris postcard photograph, and many candid crime scene moments. And it seemed, to the bride at least, that her maid of honor would want to catch the bouquet this evening

Following the group photos were dinner and speeches. Many who spoke told funny and embarrassing stories about the newly joined man and wife. But the two most memorable speeches came from the maid of honor and father of the bride.

It was rare that the silver haired man spoke in front of crowds more than to give orders, He had never given a speech at any of his award ceremonies, he had rarely even been present at them. But this time he did. He spoke of meeting the newlyweds, of their partnership and their commitments to each other. And he told of the fatherly feelings he had towards both, lastly wishing them better luck in marriage than he ever had.

The maid of honor read a poem she had come across, a poem of hope for marriage, which spoke of love and laughter and everyday being paradise. Later that night, she also caught the bouquet. The best man caught the garter. He proposed on the dance floor holding a ring set with a black onyx.

And then after the respective first dances, the couple left on their honeymoon to a beach in an undisclosed location, and when they returned, there would be no tan lines. As they left, the best man and maid of honor stood side by side, arms around each other, and silently whispered the poem again, blessing their friends' marriage and their own hopes for the future.