HEY! Two updates in the time of about twenty four hours. I'm feeling alright. :) Besides, my internet's slowness peaks at about ten o'clock, so I go lay down for about an hour until it is fast enough to update. Then I wizz back out to my desktop and update! Happily, this will all end in the next week when we get DSL!! Ah, happy happy happy Izzy, happy happy me! I am so happy, as you can see! O'lay! Heehee, anywho. Updates will probably be faster now, and hopefully I won't get distracted with anything. I don't have any random one-shots up my sleve at the moment (for NCIS that is) and I'm feeling pretty laid back. In a good mood. Happy happy- I'll stop.

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Discalimer: There is this really creepy doll thing, you know the one that has like three other dolls inside of it. Well, right now it is staring at me, daring me to do something I really don't feel like doing. It wants me to go to sleep. Sorry, to happy and hyper to do it now. Ranel U. Owle just updated City of Light. Check it out, great freaking story. One of my favorites at the moment. TOTALLY sweet. And Christopher Titus is talking about crazy people and ahhhh! Sorry for the length of this.

Vance's POV

The amount of vacation time Team Gibbs had was astonishing. Looking through their personal files, it seemed none of them had taken a vacation since the day they arrived. Well, Tony had, but that was way before my time. And Jenny's. The amount of vacation time they all had combined was long enough to take up a year.

Lucky for them, as a lot of personal time was probably going to be requested in the next week… month… year.

Personally, I wasn't quite looking forward to the wedding. It wasn't going to be a huge ordeal, per say, but to the few people who knew about it and were going, it was a huge deal. Especially Abby, as every time I saw her, the words 'wedding' and 'honeymoon' here spewing out of her mouth at a rate I didn't quite catch.

It wasn't a bad thing that there was a wedding. In all honesty, no one was surprised. Well, Bob the mailroom guy was because he never went anywhere, but other than that, everyone knew it was going to happen. Sadly, all they knew was the pair was engaged. The wedding was like Fight Club.

The first rule of Fight Club was you don't talk about Fight Club.

The whole team, plus Abby, Ducky, and Palmer, was taking the day off. And the day before. In all honesty, I had to give them some time off. Otherwise, they would never make a dent in all of that accumulated time. And, heck, the whole bunch probably deserved a rather happy day together. Even after three years, which I knew was enough time to work everything out, they still deserved it.

Mostly DiNozzo and David, soon to be DiNozzo, though.

I knew as much as everyone else did about the wedding. I was invited to it along with, at most, ten others. Abby was going to be the one and only bridesmaid. And I knew; if Jenny were still alive she would be on that short list as well. To my amazement, McGee was going to be best man. Personally, I would have guessed Gibbs would have that honor, but after the ties between Ziva and her father were broken, I guess Gibbs counted to her as a father. Others on the guest list included Ducky, Palmer, Trent Kort (as he was the one to get Ziva out of Somalia), Mike Franks, McGee's sister Sarah, and Tobias Fornell. I guess being a good friend of Gibbs landed you on the list.

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I found Tony and McGee sitting in the break room, chips and chocolate bars on the table. McGee nodded at me as I walked in, and Tony grunted.

"Hello sir." McGee said as I sat down, and I smiled.

"No need to call me Sir McGee." I said, taking a chip from the bag. He nodded, glaring at Tony as he took some of McGee's chocolate.

"You seem pretty relaxed for a man who is getting married in three days DiNozzo." I said, and he shook his head.

"Never been better Vance." He said, glaring at McGee as he finished his chocolate bar.

"Yeah, but his eating habits haven't changed." McGee said, and I laughed at the pair.

"I don't think they ever will." I said, and Tony laughed. He got up and walked over to the vending machine. I turned to McGee.

"Is he telling the truth?" I asked, and McGee shrugged.

"He keeps a happy face around Ziva, as she's more nervous than him for some reason. Nevertheless, he's fine. The only thing he's done that shows he nervous is eat." McGee said quietly, throwing some change at DiNozzo.

"Th-ank you Probie!" He said, picking up the change and pushing it into the vending machine. I shook my head, and McGee shrugged his shoulders.

"He always needs change." He said, and I laughed. Tony turned around, a look on his face. I reached into my pocket, pulling out a dollar and handing it to Tony. He tilted his head at me before grinning that cocky, thousand-watt grin.

"Thank you Mr. Director, Sir." He said, and I shook my head. McGee laughed.

"He's also experiencing random acts of childish behavior."

I laughed at McGee's statement, seeing the agents in a different light. Gone was their professional façade that I happened to always see when I walked into the bullpen. Although, McGee was still quite professional.

"A little nervous DiNozzo?" I asked, and he shrugged as he sat down with a king-size Snickers.

"You know, I've been asking myself that for a while now. I mean, sitting down and thinking about that. But, really, I'm fine. I mean, it's been like… nine… eight… a certain amount of years that my brain can't think of right now." McGee shook his head, and I fought back a laugh.

"Oh, you're fine." I said, and he widened his eyes at me.

"I am though. I'm very excited to get married, even though Gibbs is still anti-marriage and that kind of crap. He thinks we're going to get divorced. Still kind of bitter I guess. Ouch, hi boss."

Gibbs slapped the back of Tony's head, and Tony sat up straight. He stopped talking, and winced as he felt the back of his head.

"That is really starting to hurt boss." He said, and Gibbs shrugged. He was gone as quick as he came.

"Does he always-"

"Yes." The both said, and I shook my head. Ziva called for Tony, and he was gone in a flash. His chair shook at the quick movement to leave.

"He's nervous, but he is about as excited as ever. I've never seen him this excited, besides the day she came back to work." McGee said, picking up Tony's left Snickers bar.

"Did you know that for a month all he ever asked me was the date she was returning?" I asked, and McGee shook his head.

"I don't doubt that." He answered quietly. I heard them talking quietly, and then Ziva laughed. Tony yelped in pain, and Gibbs said something to the pair.

"I have to go. Duty calls." McGee said, and I nodded at him as he left. I sat in the break room for a while, thinking about the team. Well, two agents in particular.

I wasn't looking forward to sitting through the ceremony, as they usually were boring and long. No matter how much the couple loved each other, they couldn't quick the ceremony. Maybe the reception at Ducky's house would be entertaining, especially the speech McGee was going to have to give. Oh, I couldn't wait for that. And maybe, if Abby begged enough, Gibbs would get just a little sentimental. It would be nice to see the team outside of work, and my office. Along with on better circumstances. They always ended up in my office for the wrong reasons. Never just a small chitchat and coffee.

Hopefully, they would work out. Most likely they would, but heaven knows what could go wrong. However, after all of the crap they've been through they probably won't have any problems. Besides who gets the TV remote, what is for dinner, who gets to drive, who's on top, what furniture to buy… and then the office arguments. Hopefully they'll be able to keep it out of the office, and random escapades of sex in the elevator won't end up being resolved in my office, with a stoic Gibbs smiling condescendingly at me.

As I got up and walked back to the cat walk, I looked at the engaged pair. Ziva was sitting on Tony's desk, a file in her hand. She was obviously trying to figure something out, but Tony was watching her with a look that said he wasn't really listening. He smiled at her, catching himself before she did and he grabbed the file, walking away from her.

"Hey, that is mine." She said loudly, walking over to him. They started to play their cat and mouse game, until Tony kissed her cheek. She tilted her head at him, frowning and crossing her arms. She pushed him rather forcefully, and he pushed her back. Soon, they were wrestling. As I opened the door to my office, I heard them start to yell.

Oh crap. This was going to be the death of us all. And we were excited about it.

I'm not sure if I did Vance any justice, but I think under his weird, exterior and his freaking tooth pick obsession, he's a nice guy. I mean, he has a wife right? I never got into his character, never liked him much, and I still don't. And not for Tiva related reasons. He just happens to piss me off with that FREAKING tooth pick. alkdsjf;alks Ah. Anywho, I hope this made you smile/nod/feel hopeful. "Oh, we're livin on a prayer! Take my hand, we'll make it I swear. Oh! Livin on prayer!" Great song, needed to add it.

I am honestly sorry for the length of my authors notes tonight!

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