Gibbs mentally checked off his own checklist in his head of the places he was to check for Tony. He'd been to a McDonald's, two gas stations, a bar, and a night club.
No Tony.
He groaned as he parked his car at a diner, thinking that Tony probably wanted one of his crazy bacon things in the middle of the night.
The only two people in the restaurant were truck drivers with beards that almost hung down in their food. Looking around some more, he figured he better ask and see if anyone had seen him. "Excuse me." He said. The waitress that turned to him was smacking on her gum so hard that Gibbs knew that her jaw was killing her, "I have a question for you."
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Have you seen a guy about my height, brown hair? Green eyes? In the last few hours?"
"Nope. Only seen truck drivers in here." Gibbs smirked and nodded.
"Thanks." He said and left the diner, getting back in the rental. "DiNozzo, you are going to get a head slap when I see you for making me go through this." He said to himself as he drove out of the parking lot, and to the next place. The gym.
He parked the car and jumped out, walking into the building quickly. He started to walk right through the entrance of the place, when the young guy with headphones took them off and stopped him, "Uh, excuse me sir, but you have to pay to get in." Gibbs rolled his eyes and pulled his wallet out from his back pocket. "What is that?" He asked. Gibbs furrowed his eyebrows together.
"I'm a federal agent. And I need to go in. That means..." He stepped closer to the kid, "That you have to let me in. Understand?"
"No, not really."
Gibbs chuckled, "Let me put in easier terms for you. I'm going in there, and you're not going to stop me, or I will have you arrested." He closed his mouth and swallowed and Gibbs smirked.
He had that effect on people.
He opened one of the two doors that led into the gym, and sighed when he realized that the place was dark as night, and nobody would be exercising in the dark. He was about to leave when he heard a noise; someone was out of breath. He decided to take a shot in the dark, literally, "DiNozzo?" He questioned. There was no answer for a few seconds and Gibbs turned to leave again when the voice spoke.
"Boss?" Tony asked and came closer to him, his torso glazed with sweat. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"What in the hell are you doing in the dark?"
Tony looked down at the floor and then back up at his boss, "I needed to think..."
"In the dark?" Gibbs said again and Tony sighed, walking over to the switch and flipping it upwards, having to squint when the place was bright again. He spotted his shirt thrown on the floor.
As he picked it up, he looked at Gibbs again, "What are you doing here?" He repeated. Gibbs narrowed his eyes.
"I could ask you the same question, DiNozzo."
"I told you, I needed to think." He slipped his shirt on and walked over to the bench, flopping down on it, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. Gibbs walked over and sat down beside him.
"Think about what?"
Tony looked at him, confused. Normally, the boss man would have already head slapped him so many times that his head was black and blue. But he wasn't. He was being...nice. He shook the thought out of his head and decided that he better answer him, "Uh, everything." Gibbs only stared and Tony let out a deep sigh, "I had a dream...and we were standing at the alter, and the guy said the stuff and I said 'I do'." He looked down at the floor again, "And he said the stuff to Ziva, and..."
"She said she couldn't."
"How did you know that?" Tony scoffed. Of course he knew. He was Gibbs. "And I got to thinking about it..." He stopped again. It was hard for him to share his feelings, "Is this what she wants? Is it what I want?"
"Is it?" Gibbs asked simply.
Tony fumed, what kind of question was that? "What?"
"Well, DiNozzo, I thought it was a pretty simple question but I'll try again, is it what you want?"
"If your asking me if I love her, the answer is yes, Gibbs."
"That's not what I'm asking you. You're getting married in less than two days. And you damn better make sure that you're going to stay with her." Gibbs stared at his senior field agent, his eyes looked like they could kill, "I have no doubt that you love her, DiNozzo. I can see that. But is marriage what you want?"
Tony looked at him, it seemed as if Gibbs had asked him that question 300 times. He let out a sigh, "Yes. It's what I want. I want to have a family with Ziva. I want us to grow old together." Gibbs looked at him and half smiled.
"Well then okay. Now, why in the hell didn't you leave a note?"
"What? Ziva's awake?"
"DiNozzo the whole damn house is awake. Ziva woke up and had no idea where you were. Or how long you'd been gone."
"I'm sorry, boss...I didn't think she would wake up."
Gibbs raised his right hand and slapped him, causing Tony to groan slightly. "She did. Up. Lets go." Gibbs flipped open his cell phone and called McGee, "Found him. Tell the rest." He said and hung up.
Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "The rest?"
"Yeah, DiNozzo. You had everyone of us out looking for you."
Tony chuckled, "Well I feel important."
"Don't. We only did it because Ziva was worried." Tony only smiled as he followed Gibbs out of the gym and into the rental.
Back at the house, McGee, Fornell, Franks and Nick were already back, Ducky and Palmer had just pulled up. Ducky pat him on the back and laughed, "Welcome back, my boy."
"Thanks Ducky." Tony replied and walked into the house. He looked up at Ziva and she looked at him, before jogging over to him and wrapping her arms around him. He smiled and kissed her neck. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"I was worried." She replied, softly, but Gibbs, who was standing behind them heard.
"Go to bed. Everyone. Busy day tomorrow."
Fornell walked up the stairs followed by McGee and Abby, who had to give Tony a hug first, and Franks, after he made a comment about his night ruined, went down to the basement where he was assigned to sleep. Ducky and Palmer made themselves comfortable on the couches again, and Nick and Anna went downstairs also, leaving the three alone, standing in the doorway.
He stared at them, "Go to bed." He said again and they both nodded. He walked up the stairs and Tony held Ziva for a few more minuets before finally letting go.
He kissed her forehead and grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwining automatically. They started up the stairs and he let go when the reached the bedroom, "I'm gonna shower." He said, and she nodded before crawling back in the bed. Tony showered quickly and slipped on a pair of shorts before getting into the bed with her, wrapping his strong arms around her body, "I'm sorry I scared you, Ziva."
Ziva let out a small sigh, "I was worried that you changed your mind."
"No way. I can't wait to be married to you." He slipped a hand under his OSU t-shirt and onto her belly, rubbing his thumb on the slight bump that was there, "And I can't wait for Anthony Jr. or
Debra to come out."
"Debra?" She questioned and then quickly added, "Anthony Jr.?"
"What?" He defended, "You don't like them?"
"No." Ziva replied simply, and laughed, "But we have a whole book of names. We will find the perfect one." He smiled and gave her a kiss, causing a small smile to form on her lips as well, but it faded. "Tony..." She started and he looked down at her in the darkness, a flash of lightning and thunder rumbled outside.
He only tightened his grip on her and mumbled softly, "Hmm?"
"Where did you go?" She asked.
"Uh...to the gym. I had to...think."
"Think about what?"
"You. Me. Us." He said slowly.
She sat up and turned to him, "Are you having second thoughts?" Tony sat up in the bed, leaning on one arm.
"Zi, no. I was just...suddenly very nervous." He sighed, "I had a dream that you didn't say 'I do'. And I got nervous and worried." He looked down at the sheets and then back up at her, "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No, Tony." She said simply and he smiled, cupping her face with his large hand, pulling her lips to his.
"I love you and I can't wait to be your husband." He repeated and she smiled, returning the kiss.
"I love you too." She said softly and lay back down, his arms wrapping around her again. She turned into him and hit him lightly in the chest.
He groaned, "What was that for?"
"Do not do that again."
Ziva wasn't woken up the way that she wanted to wake up, comfortably in her fiance's arms, the warm sun shining on her face.
No.
Unfortunately, she didn't get that.
Instead, she was rudely awaken by someone tugging on her arm, out of Tony's grip around her. Managing to open her eyes and adjust to the light, she realized that the person that was currently yanking her out of bed was no one else but Abby.
"Abby..." She moaned, trying to hang onto Tony as long as she could.
"Shh!" She whispered, "Come on, we've gotta go! And don't wake Tony!"
"Where?" She groaned.
"Just to my room." She hissed back, "You don't need to leave a note; you're not leaving the house."
Before Ziva could protest anymore, Abby managed to pull her out of bed, Ziva hurriedly pulling down on the bottom of the OSU shirt, which Tony had managed to ride up to her chest with his hand.
Ziva gave Tony one more loving look, who was just sleeping, his arms, which had been around her, cupping air instead, before she was thrown out of the room, the door closing silently behind her.
Abby opened the door to her room and Ziva walked in only to stop, her eyes growing wide as she took in the room.
Anna gave her a smile as she stood in front of the vanity, a what she presumed to be hot straightener in her hand. Ziva noticed that her make-up bag was strewn across the top of the vanity, with other hair styling products there as well, some of them that Ziva had never even seen before. Her wedding shoes were sitting at the foot of the bed, atop a pillow as if they were Cinderella's glass slippers themselves.
However, what worried her was the familiar black bag on the hanger, which hung from the lamp shade, "What is going on?" She demanded, furrowing her eyebrows together.
Abby linked arms with her and pulled her towards the vanity, "Well we're playing dress-up of course!"
She shoved her down into the seat and Anna nodded, "Yeah, we're going to see what hairstyles and which make-up to use for your wedding, and-" She leaned close to her, her eyes meeting Ziva's in the mirror before she whispered into her ear, "How that wedding dress looks on you."
"Is this really nec-" She started, but was cut off by both of them, who answered simultaneously.
"Yes."
Abby smiled and walked over to the corner of the room, pressing the 'play' button on the stereo system, Abby's famous music blasting into the room. Actually, it was rather quiet for Abby, and Ziva sighed as she leaned back in the chair.
Anna picked up a brush and moved the bristles through her hair, which was slightly straightened at this point. Before she went to bed, it was perfectly straightened, but not now, "You seemed to have been sweating a lot last night." She commented, noticing that her hair was frizzy in some places.
"Well duh," Abby responded before Ziva even had a chance to open her mouth, "She slept with Tony's hot body."
"He does have a nice body." Anna nodded and Ziva let her mouth drop.
"Ladies!"
"Oh, right, "Abby giggled, "Sorry, Ziva."
Ziva just rolled her eyes as Anna put the brush down and started to pull the straightener through her hair as Abby opened up a cosmetic bag, revealing two different shades of finger nail polish. One was white and the other was a peach color, like the color of her nails at the moment...all natural. She bent down and situated herself before roughly grabbing Ziva's foot and pulling it into her lap. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together as she looked down at her, "I...what are you doing?"
"Giving you a pedicure." She responded before she started to put the nail polish onto her toes.
"I do not know what that is..."
Abby gasped. Loudly, "Oh my gosh, Ziva!" She exclaimed, "You have never had a pedicure?!"
She shook her head, slowly, confused by the Goth's outburst. Abby just looked down and shook her head before returning to Ziva's feet. About fifteen minutes later, as Anna almost finished half of Ziva's hair, and Ziva had nearly fallen asleep as Abby finished up Ziva's last pinky toe, there was a knock at the door. They all froze and Abby jumped up, running over and turning off the music. She paused a moment before yelling, "Who is it?"
The banging continued, "Abby, it's me! Open up!" McGee's voice came through the door and Anna and Abby let out a sigh of a relief, for they thought it was Tony. The forensic scientist flipped the music back on and then walked over to the door, opening it up, placing two hands her on her hips.
"What do you want, McGee? Jeez, you could have just walked in."
"I uh..." He stuttered, "Just came to bring Ziva her tea." He said, shoving the cup towards her.
"Thanks, Timmy!" she grinned, kissing him on the cheek before slamming the door in his face and locking it, walking back towards Ziva.
"Here's your tea!" she smiled, handing it down for her to take. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, but took it anyways.
"I did not order any tea..." She started.
"Too bad!" She grinned, "But-" She snatched it out of her hands just as Ziva was about to lift it up to take a sip, "Wait until after I paint your nails, and it dries." She responded, setting down behind her on the vanity. Ziva sighed before sighing, "Hold out your hands," She instructed, holding her own out for Ziva to take. Ziva sighed and handed them towards her as Anna started on the last side of her hair.
Anna was done before Abby, but once Abby was done, she reached for her tea once again, only to be swatted away, "No, no, no, not yet, Ziva." She scolded her and she sighed, "Wait till they dry."
"I do not like this."
"Too bad! We do!" The both giggled as they spun her around in the chair, so that her back was to the mirror, "Make-up time!"
Ziva closed her eyes and groaned. All she wanted was Tony. Was that so much to ask?
About twenty minutes later, the two were still debating over make-up, but this time they had moved from eyeshadow to lip stick.
"I think she should have this red." Abby protested.
"No!" Anna nearly shouted back, "That's too bright, it will take away from everything else! And besides, it will make her lips look too fat."
Abby sighed, "Fine..." Ziva nearly let out a sigh. Finally! "Well what about this one?"
"No way, that's too dark! It looks almost like brown! We don't want brown lips!"
About five minutes more of fighting over lip stick and Ziva had had enough, "Abby! Anna!" She shouted, throwing her hands up, "I do not care! How about that, yes? It does not matter."
There was silence for a little more as Ziva finished her tea, reveling in the lack of sound. Abby was about to open her mouth again when there was yet another knock on the door. The forensic scientist groaned and closed her eyes, "What now?" She demanded.
"Uh...it's McGee...again." Groaning, she walked over to the door and opened it up only to squeak and quickly shut it.
"What?" Ziva questioned.
"It's Tony and McGee!"
"Hey, was that Ziva?" Tony demanded through the door.
Ziva grinned, all of a sudden extremely excited. She wanted out of here. Tony was her way out, "Tony!"
"Ziva!" He grinned from the other side of the door, "Hey, what's going on in there?"
"Help me!" She nearly moaned, "They're making me play dress-up like I am one of those Barbie dolls or whatever you Americans call them."
She heard him chuckle from the other side of the wood and she narrowed her eyes at the door, "Well personally, I've never seen a Israeli Mossad Assassin style Barbie doll before, but I would love to..." He started, but Ziva watched as Abby's eyes grew wide.
"NO!" She shouted, "No, no, no, Tony! You can't come in!"
"Why not?" He demanded.
"She does not want you to see my wedding dress." Ziva sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Ziva!" Abby protested, but there was silence from the other side of the door before she finally heard his voice again.
"Ooo! I wanna see!" He banged on the door, "Let me in, Abs! Open up!"
Abby turned to Ziva, "See what you made him do?"
Ziva shrugged, "He would have done it anyway."
Abby groaned, "Go away Tony! You can see it tomorrow!"
"No fun!"
Abby just sighed and walked back towards Ziva, "Let's do your make-up, and then we'll try on the dress and shoes, and then you'll be done, okay?"
She nodded, "Please, just hurry up."
"You're gonna have to do this again tomorrow." Abby smiled wickedly as she picked up a brush and foundation as Ziva whimpered and closed her eyes.
Approximately thirty minutes later, the room was still completely silent as Abby and Anna looked at each other, nodded once, and then backed up, to admire their work. They both slowly turned to look at each other, got huge smiles on each of their faces, slowly, and then looked back at Ziva before they started clapping, Abby jumping up at down, "Yayy!" Abby screamed, "You're gorgeous!"
Ziva smiled as the two got close to her, Anna with one hand on one side of the chair and Abby with the other hand on the other side of the chair, "1." Abby said.
"2." Anna finished, grinning.
"3!" They both said at the same time, spinning her around and facing the mirror.
Ziva gasped.
That couldn't be her. Her skin, which she felt was naturally flawless looked as if it was sculpted with the hands of an angel, the pale pink lip gloss on her lips didn't take away from anything and gave her a rather natural look. Even her eyeshadow made it look natural.
Admiring herself some more in the mirror, she felt Abby and Anna pull her up, leading her over to the corner of the room, where the infamous black bag sat.
"Ready?" Abby questioned and Ziva nodded.
"The faster we finish, the faster I will be able to finally leave." She hated that she wanted nothing more than Tony's arms around her and his mouth on hers. She watched as Anna reached over and pulled down the zipper of the dress, letting out a gasp as she pulled out the white, silky material.
"I love it." She said, nearly out of breath as she handed it to Ziva, "Please put it on." They looked at each other, and then Abby and Anna both turned around, as if to give her some privacy while she changed. She pulled Tony's shirt over her head and pulled on the dress, smoothing it out before the two turned around.
And then, they both squealed.
Loudly.
They grabbed her arms, Anna on her left and Abby on her right, as they pulled her towards the vanity once again, forcing her to look into the mirror.
And she smiled.
She must admit it; she did look incredible.
"Tony's gonna just die!" Anna exclaimed and they heard his voice from the other side of the door.
"Why am I gonna die?"
They all sighed, except for Ziva, who quickly started to change out of the dress, pulling on Tony's shirt again, as if it was her cue to leave, "Because you keep interrupting us, Tony!" Abby yelled, "What do you want now!"
He cleared his throat, "Uh, Zi?"
"Yes?" She questioned, now near the door as Anna dropped her shoulders and begrudgingly started putting the dress back into the bag, that Ziva had thrown onto the bed haphazardly.
"Uh...your Aunt is here."
And with that, Abby had barely two seconds to protest before Ziva hurried out of the door, doing all but jump into Tony's arms. In an attempt to catch her, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, but squeezed her bare butt instead, his hands sliding up her shirt. But, for some strange reason, she actually didn't mind. Or kill him. Or threaten his life. She just pressed her lips against his, moaning and pulling on them for all they were worth. She finally broke the kiss, just because she needed air, and let her down onto the floor, "Jeez, Zee-vah, what was that for?"
"I just have not kissed you all day."
"Aww..." He grinned and she punched him lightly in the chest before walking past him. He rubbed the spot she just hit and then hurried to catch up with her, suddenly noticing the complete change that she had taken while she was in there. Her hair was perfectly straight, and down, just the way he liked it, the ends curling slightly towards her, framing her face. And he didn't even have words to describe her face. Not that it was ugly before, because it was just naturally flawless, but now...he let out a low whistle, "Damn, Ziva, you look..." She paused on the stairs and stopped.
"I look what?" She prompted.
"Amazing." He grinned and she rolled her eyes before she stopped at the foot of the stairs, noticing her Aunt standing by Ducky, McGee, and Gibbs. Her bag was in McGee's hands, which he seemed to be struggling with. She also had a brace on her leg, from where she had broken it during one of the bombings in Tel Aviv. Ziva smiled and walked towards her, wrapping her arms around her as she stood on crutches, "Zivalah!"
"Aunt Nettie." She greeted back, nodding as she pulled back from her, "I see that you are still on crutches."
She sighed, "The doctor that I have is very persistent that I keep it on, but it itches like keys."
"Fleas." Tony corrected, and Nettie looked at him, "The term is 'fleas' not keys...but...that's okay..." he started, realizing her look. He cleared his throat.
"Mr. Tony DiNozzo..." She smiled, "Still as handsome and loving as before." Tony grinned and shrugged his shoulders, as if it was no big deal.
"Here," Ziva said, "Why do we not show you were your room is? You will be staying down in the basement with three other people, I hope you do not mind..."
"Oh, I do mind, Ziva." She stopped, "I am not sleeping down in the basement."
Ziva shared a look with both Gibbs and Tony, "Then where would you like to sleep?" She questioned.
"With my beautiful niece, of course."
Tony and Ziva looked at each other nervously before Tony chuckled, "Good one."
"No, I am serious." She nodded, "Do not worry, though." She said, noticing the second look that they shared with each other, "I will wear ear plugs."
Ziva felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she let out a defeated sigh, "Then I will show you our room." She smiled, leading her up the stairs. Aunt Nettie grinned and hurriedly, as fast as she could in crutches, started after her, McGee trudging behind with the luggage.
Once Aunt Nettie was happy with the arrangements, after shoving the air mattress she brought from Tel Aviv at McGee to blow up, who sighed and went down the stairs, Tony pulled Ziva away in private, "I'm not happy about her staying in our room with us, Ziva."
She sighed and placed a hand on his arm, "It will not be for long." She said, "And besides, I truly had no choice."
"What? So all of a sudden my rock hard ninja goes soft on me?"
She chuckled but let her smile fall, "You learn that you do not argue with her." Tony sighed and looked down at the ground. She squeezed his arm in reassurance, "Trust me, it will be fine."
Tony scoffed and looked up at her before laughing shortly, "Yeah, well the only reason that I was a little concerned was because-"
"You wanted to have sex with me." She nodded, finishing his sentence for him.
He chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair, "Actually, it was your snoring."
She punched him again.
Abby walked into her and McGee's bedroom and immediately put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed together, "McGee!" She yelled and the junior agent jumped, almost dropping the book that was in his hands.
"Jeez Abby, what?" He said and stood from the bed, aggravated, because he was rather comfortable. Her look only got worse, and he cleared his throat, "I mean...yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"I was...reading." He said slowly. Frankly, he was afraid to speak.
"Why are you reading?" She said loudly and then walked in a circle around him, her hands going in every direction, so that she could make a point, "Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David will be getting married in less than 24 hours, and you're in here reading a book!" McGee only stared blankly, he was majorly confused and wanted the forensic scientist to get to a point, "We have to go get ready for the rehearsal tonight! Lets go!"
McGee groaned and knew he wasn't going to win, so he walked closer to her and she grabbed his arm, practically dragging him down the stairs and to the beach, where a truck was parked that was full of charis and other various items for the wedding. "What's all this?" McGee asked and Abby looked at him, her eyes rolling in the process.
"The stuff for the wedding, McGee." She said matter-of-factly.
"I see that Abby, where did it come from?"
"There's a place that Ziva and I picked out a couple of weeks ago that supplies these things. Come on, we've got work to do. The rehearsal starts at five." Abby walked up to the truck and took two white plastic chairs from it and to the place that she and Ziva picked out before. She sat the two chairs in the sand and walked ahead of McGee, "Ok so this is where Ziva will become a DiNozzo." She jumped up in down in delight, and McGee only stood. Abby walked over to him and took one of his chairs, placing it in the sand. "The aisle should be about..." She spread her arms out, "This wide." McGee nodded and placed another chair in the sand.
"Is that good?"
"Little to the left." McGee nodded and moved it to the left just slightly. "No, no no, back to the right." He sighed and picked the chair up again, moving it to the right. "Just a little more to the left."
"Abby..."
"A. Little. More. To. The. Left." She said slowly, just to make sure he understood. McGee stared for a second longer before moving the chair to the left. "Ok, don't touch it. Perfect. Now go get the others. McGee turned around and started towards the truck.
"This is going to be a long night." He mumbled.
About two hours later, McGee held the final chair in his hand, and he was delighted. Abby was driving him crazy.
But he did have to admit, the chairs were perfectly aligned, and the wedding arch was in the center, just as it was supposed to be. Ribbons and streamers that matched Abby's maid of honor dressed blew in the breeze, and the sounds of the ocean only made it that more perfect.
"Perfect!" She squealed and McGee let out a noticeable sigh of relief. "Now we have to add the flowers and the ribbons to each chair without moving them an inch. McGee groaned again. "
"Abby..." He started, "This is more of a woman's work, right?" He knew he shouldn't have said it after it left his mouth.
"What?" She said. "What is that supposed to mean, Mah-Gee?"
"Uh...nothing."
"Hey guys...need some help?" Anna started towards them, a smile plastered on her face. Abby narrowed her eyes at McGee before looking at her.
"Hi Anna! Sure we could use some help." Anna now stood beside them and Abby handed her a handful of ribbon, "Each chair needs a bow."
"I can do that."
"McGee is going to help you, right McGee?"
"Um...sure?"
Abby patted him on the shoulder, "Good answer McGee." She returned to the arch, adding more flowers and ribbons to it. She stepped back and admired her work, "This is going to be a beautiful wedding." She said.
"Yes, it will. I only hope my wedding is as beautiful as this." Anna said.
"Oh my gosh! When are you getting married?! Can I pleaseee help? I love this stuff." Abby said and ran over to her.
Anna laughed, "Calm down, Abby. I'm not getting married. At least, not yet."
"Nick is a great guy and you two are totally cute together. A lot like Tony and Ziva. And when you do get married, I want to help plan, okay?"
Anna laughed and put on arm around Abby's shoulder, "Oh of course! Just look how good you are!" They both laughed and Anna returned to putting ribbon on the chair she was working on, Abby took some from her and started on the next one as she continued. "I do love him. If we get married, I would want it on a beach, like this one. I think this is perfect."
McGee scoffed, "What if it rains?" Both of the girls looked up at him, a look of disgust on their faces, "You know what? Just pretend I'm not here."
Abby turned back to Anna, liking McGee's idea of pretending that he wasn't there, "Yes, it is perfect. I suggested this location because they fell in love here." Abby smiled, "My idea." She added proudly.
Anna laughed, "It's a great one, Abby." Finally finishing the last chair, Abby jumped up and down in delight.
"We're done!"
McGee walked over to the two women and let out a sigh of relief, "It really looks good Abby." He said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Ziva is going to love it."
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McGee walked out of the building where the reception was to be held with his arms spread wide, breathing a huge sigh of relief. Everything was set up for the wedding and rehearsal, to Abby's approval of course, and he could finally relax. Abby walked out behind and and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Thanks for all the help, Timmy!" She said happily. A rush of blood came to his cheeks and he smiled.
"No problem Abs." He said with a smile. She hooked elbows with him and Anna followed behind as they walked back to the house. Tony was upstairs in the kitchen as the three returned, a arm full of beers.
"Hey!" He said happily. Anna, Abby, and McGee turned the attention to the laughing that was going on downstairs, from the basement.
"What's going on down there?" McGee asked.
"Oh, big pool tournament." He walked over to them, "I'm in third place." He said proudly, "Come down and join us."
"Everybody?" Abby asked.
"Yeah. Well, except Ziva. She wasn't feeling too well, so I had her go and lay down."
Abby and Anna looked at each other, their looks now serious, "Is she okay?"
"Yeah she's okay. Just got a little tired. You know, the baby and all." He said and then smiled, "Aunt Nettie is with her."
"Okay, I'm gonna go up and sit with her as well. Make sure she's feeling okay." Abby said with a smile.
"Me too." Anna said. "I'm not going to be down there with all those guys by myself." Tony put his free hand on McGee's shoulder and squeezed.
"Come on, McGoo. Or are you afraid I'll shame you with my awesome pool skills."
"No Tony. That is one thing I'm not afraid of." McGee said, a slight smirk on his face. He stuck his hands in his pockets.
"Did you beat the other guy on Internet pool, Elf Lord?" Abby and Anna laughed as they walked up the stairs, and McGee followed Tony down to the basement.
About an hour passed, and Ziva walked down to the kitchen, rubbing her temples in a clockwise direction. She walked down to the basement, and every one of the guys froze, a shocked look on their faces. Tony ran over to his fiance, "What are you doing?!" He said, in reference to the many beers she had in her arms.
Ziva shrugged, "I got thirsty."
He let his mouth fall to the floor, "Ziva you can't drink those! It hurts the baby! And if..." She lifted one arm and put a finger on his lips, stopping his rant.
"Tony, hush. I was kidding. I brought these for you all." All the tension in the room was released when they all took a breath that was forgotten in the last few moments.
"Ziva don't do that to me." Tony said and then took a couple of steps forward so that he could give her a kiss. "I thought you were resting."
Ziva scoffed, "I was. The girl talk was getting to me." She said and everyone, including Tony, laughed.
"Come and join us then, beautiful. We've got room." Franks said. Tony turned and glared just slightly before looking down at his watch.
"We've got to go to rehearsal." He noted.
Ziva laughed. "Yes, we do." She agreed and she placed to hands on his face, bending down just slightly, because she was two stairs higher than him, and placed a tender kiss on his lips. He smiled and grabbed her by the waist, carrying her bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he climbed the stairs, smiles on both of their faces. Once upstairs, he put her down on her own feet and kissed her, this time it was passionate, and pulled her as close as her small body could get to his own. He moaned into the kiss and broke it, hugging her tightly.
He turned to her, his lips touching her ear as he spoke, "Hey, you're going to be Mrs. DiNozzo in less than 24 hours." He said and they both smiled as the rest of the men came up the stairs.
"Hey, that's enough you two. You have the rest of your life to do that." Gibbs commented. Ducky, Palmer and McGee laughed and then started towards the door.
"That's the damn truth." Franks said, "Come on, lets get this rehearsal over with. Show me which chair to sit in, and I prefer one to the side so I can have a cigarette during the ceremony without anyone noticing." Everyone laughed and followed the retired special agent out of the door, except for Fornell, who only shook his head.
"Hey..." Gibbs said and he stopped, just as the three women came down the stairs, "Could you at least pretend that you want to be here, Tobias?" Fornell only stared at Gibbs before smirking just slightly, following him out of the door. When they reached the beach, Abby was already telling everyone where to sit. She walked up to Gibbs and Fornell, grabbing them both by the arm.
"Gibbs, you'll need to be here, and after you walk Ziva down the aisle, you'll sit here, capiche?" Gibbs only nodded as the scientist ran back to the group, grabbing on both Tony and McGee's arms, pulling them back down the aisle as if there was a fire on the other end. She clapped, jumping up and down in excitement. "Are we ready? Franks, cue the music!"
McGee turned to Abby, his eyes wide, "You've got Franks in charge of the music?"
Abby giggled, "Just for the rehearsal, Timmy."
"Oh, good. Asking Franks to be dependable on starting the music is like asking Gibbs to fix a computer."
"Is that so, McGee?" Gibbs asked from behind him.
"Oh hey boss, didn't know you were back there." McGee said and the groaned when a head smack was placed on his head.
"Obviously."
"Will you and Tony please get up there where your supposed to come in from?" Abby whined and McGee looked at her before nodding just slightly, and started to walk the opposite way, towards the arch. Tony turned to his fiance.
"I'll see you on the other end." He commented and they both smiled as he place a kiss on her lips, jogging to catch up with his best man.
"Ok, lets do this." Abby said, "Tony and McGee, you walk out..." She waited until the right part of the repeating music came through the speakers, "Now!" She yelled and Tony and McGee both walked out, a smile on their faces. She waited for a few more bars to pass in the song, "Now I walk down." She said happily, and walked down the aisle.
"You ready?" Gibbs asked. Ziva looked up at him, and then at the ground. From their position, they couldn't see then end of the aisle.
"Yes, Gibbs." She said quietly. "It is just rehearsal."
"Yeah." He looked down at her, "But tomorrow, it won't be." She swallowed the lump that was in her throat and they heard Abby call.
"Ziva, now!" Gibbs held out his elbow and Ziva hooked hers in his as they rounded the corner and started up the aisle. When they made it to the end, Abby moved from the spot she was supposed to stand and walked over, grabbing Gibbs by the wrist again, pulling him to his seat. "Tony walk down here, and hook arms with her, and then you both walk to your spot. And Rabi Asher and Reverend Soper will say blah blah blah and you kiss the bride." Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled, grabbing Ziva with both hands, placing a passionate kiss on her lips as Abby continued to ramble.
"Um...Abby?" McGee said and she stopped, turning to look at the couple, who continued to kiss, "I don't think they heard you."
She put her hands on her hips in frustration, "Guys!" They only continued as Tony wrapped his arms tighter around her, hungrily kissing at her lips, and Ziva didn't mind either. "Tony! Ziva!"
Gibbs let out a sigh and stood, "Hey!" He yelled.
It didn't work either.
Gibbs only rolled his eyes and Abby tapped her foot impatiently. About two minuets later, they finally broke, but only because the tension around them could be cut with a knife. "How was that, Abs?" Tony asked and Abby scoffed. "I think we need to do it again." He said and grabbed Ziva again, when Abby's hand stopped them, for it was in between the four lips.
"That part does not need rehearsing." She said and everyone laughed.
"Ok so the music starts again and then Mr. and Mrs. Anthony DiNozzo walk down the aisle, and Timmy, you and I walk down. Then, party time!" She said happily. Tony and Ziva did as they were told, walking down the aisle again. Tony captured her lips again, and they continued, until Gibbs' hand smacked Tony.
"Sorry boss. She's just so damn...irresistible." Ziva felt a rush of blood come to her cheeks.
"You have the rest of your life to do that DiNozzo." Gibbs commented.
Tony grinned, "I do, don't I?"
"Ok, lets run it again!" Abby said happily and they all groaned, except for Tony.
Tony smiled his famous DiNozzo smile, "You may kiss the bride, part two."
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A few hours later, the clock on the wall read 8:30, and everyone was full from the pizza that Tony had ordered. Abby dragged McGee up the stairs, because she wanted to make sure that his tuxedo was 'abbysolutley' perfect. A few minuets later, he came down the stairs.
"Abby wants you upstairs, Tony."
"What?" He asked. He looked down at the cards in his hand. "This is my best hand!" He whined.
McGee shrugged, "That's what she said."
Tony groaned and put his cards face down, standing from the table. "Take my spot, Probie. And don't screw it up!" He said and then walked over to his fiance, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book. "Hey..." She looked up at him and he immediately furrowed his eyebrows together, "You okay?"
She smiled, "I am fine, my love." She said softly. He smiled back and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.
"I'll be back." He climbed the stairs slowly and knocked on the door, where Abby was standing with a black zip up bag in her hand, Tony assumed that it was his tux. "Yes, Abs?" He said and she pointed to a spot on the carpet.
"Park it." She ordered and he raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" He asked.
She scoffed, "I have to make sure it's perfect!"
"They made it to my specifications, Abs. It's already perfect."
"Tony..." She warned and he just sighed.
"Make it quick. I had the best poker hand ever and you just ruined it."
About thirty minutes later, Abby released Tony and followed him downstairs. "Anybody else want me to make sure their suit is perfect?" Fornell, Ducky, Palmer, Franks, Nick and Gibbs all stared at her and shook their heads. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together. Ziva wasn't on the couch anymore.
In fact, she wasn't even in the room.
"Where's Ziva?" Anna looked up from painting her nails.
"Oh, she went upstairs."
Tony nodded, "Thanks." Walking out of the living room, he climbed the stairs, much quicker this time, and softly knocked on their bedroom door. "Zi?" He questioned, and when she didn't answer, he slowly turned the knob and walked in, finding his future wife laying on the bed, tears pouring out of her eyes. "Ziva..." He said and walked over to her, squatting down so that he was closer to eye level. "Ziva what's wrong?" He asked and she only sobbed more. He put his large hand on her face, using his thumb to wipe some tears away. "What's wrong?" He asked again.
"I..." She stopped, more tears poured out, "I do not know, Tony." She said, taking in a shaky breath.
"Do you want me to leave?" He asked, his own voice a little shaky. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head. Was she having last minute second thoughts? Was she worried about the wedding? The baby? He honestly didn't know. He hadn't seen her this upset since...well...their fight. And that worried him.
She took in another long, shaky breath. "No." She said quickly and quietly.
"Do you want me to get you something? Maybe some tea?" He placed his hand on her forehead, "You want me to get Ducky to check you out?"
"No...just...hold me." She said and he nodded, kicking off his shoes as he slipped in the bed next to her, wrapping his strong arms around her. An hour passed, and she was sound a sleep, the wet tears now dry on her face. He kissed her forehead gently and slipped out from the bed, tucking her in. He left the room and, as he descended the stairs, Abby was going up. She smiled at him and let out a sigh of relief.
"Everything is set up for tomorrow. Now all we have to do is get you both to the alter." Tony smiled just slighty and pulled her into a tight, friendly hug.
"Thanks Abs. For everything." Abby grinned and hugged him tighter before they both broke at the same time, and continued to their original destinations. Everyone who was playing poker was still playing poker, and McGee started to stand from Tony's old seat when he put a hand up, "No Probie. Stay. It's fine...Ducky can I...talk to you for a second?" Tony asked slowly. Ducky looked up from his cards and nodded, placing them face down as he walked with Tony away from the table.
"What seems to be the problem, Anthony?" Ducky asked. Tony sighed and looked down at the floor.
"I'm worried, Ducky."
"About what?"
Tony scoffed, "I'm getting married tomorrow." He paused, "I think."
"You think?"
"When I went upstairs to check on Ziva...she...was crying. Like..." He made motions with his hands, "She was...sobbing." Ducky chuckled softly, "And I asked her what was wrong and she wouldn't tell me. I think she's having...second thoughts." Ducky put his right hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Anthony...it is perfectly normal for women to become very emotional during pregnancy. She may several episodes like this. It is probable that is there is nothing wrong with her." Tony narrowed his eyes, "She may be a little nervous."
Tony let out a sigh of relief, "Good. I hope that's all it is."
"You are getting married tomorrow, Tony. You are ready, and so is Ziva. She will be fine."
"Thanks Ducky." Ducky smiled and patted Tony on the face before returning to the living room.
"Who touched my cards?" He asked and Tony let out a sigh chuckle, running his large hand over his face.
He was getting married tomorrow.
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Officer Bashan tapped the pen on the desk, sighing deeply.
About two to three weeks ago, Mossad Director Eli David had contacted him and informed him that he had to keep an eye on Ziva. That was all he said, nothing more. No special security was needed, no pictures, no undercover operation, just watching her.
And so, that's what he did.
He watched her go to work, go eat lunch, go home, and love Anthony DiNozzo like there was no other.
However, he had noticed two things that stuck out to him.
One, that she never went out onto the field anymore, it was always Agent Gibbs, DiNozzo, and McGee, but never Ziva, and this puzzled him. It had been at least three months since she had been in the terrorist cell in Saudi Arabia, surely she would be able to go back out onto the field at this point. There must have been something holding her back from doing that.
Two, she, and the rest of Gibbs' team had 'disappeared' about three to four days ago. And by disappeared, he meant that they didn't show up to work, and he was unable to locate any of them in any other place.
However, he had heard, through the grapevine, that they had headed down to Panama City, Florida, though that was all he heard. He hadn't heard anything else, such as why they went down there.
The phone rang and he picked it up, "Officer Bashan." He greeted.
"Ah, good, I caught you."
"Director David." He responded back, nodding as he adjusted his position in his leather seat, leaning forward, "How are you?"
"Just fine....any news about my daughter?"
He took in a deep breath before he answered, "Yes...well I have noticed a couple of things, though her life is fairly normal." He ruffled through some papers and pulled out the notebook that he kept on Ziva, "She and Agent DiNozzo arrive at work around 0800h and leave around 1800h, sometimes later depending on how smoothly work is running..." He flipped a couple of pages, "They return to their apartment and restart the day. Sometimes, she leaves to go out to eat lunch-"
"With Agent DiNozzo."
"Normally, but sometimes with the forensic scientist, Miss Abby Scuito, Agent McGee, or Agent Gibbs." He paused and silence fell on Eli's end of the line as well, "I have also noticed two...behaviors...that have puzzled me."
"Explain them."
Again, he breathed in, slowly, "The team has gone on vacation, to Panama City....and..." he took in yet another sigh, "She does not go out onto the field anymore."
"She does not go out onto the field anymore." He repeated, and Officer Bashan nodded.
"Do you know why?"
"No." He said, firmly, "Though there are many reasons why she cannot be out on the field....she might not be mentally ready for the field, she could be still suffering from stress induced by her time in the terrorist cell....she might also be...putting something more than her life in danger by going out onto the field."
"Such as a..." He leaned back in his chair, "...a child, perhaps?"
From the other end of the line, Eli sighed, "Perhaps. She may be pregnant, it would not surprise me, with the way that she messes around with that Agent DiNozzo."
"Would you like me to look further into this matter?" He questioned and Eli shook his head.
"No. Officer Jarib has been in contact with Ziva many times since her return to the States, I will see if he knows anything about this matter."
"Very well." Officer Bashan nodded, "I will keep in touch, Director David."
"Do that, please." He agreed, "Shalom, my friend."
"Shalom." And with that, he hung up the phone, opened up a drawer, and threw the notepad into it, slamming it shut as he did so. He leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head as he took off his glasses, set them on the desk, and looked up at the ceiling, "Ziva, Ziva, Ziva..." he muttered, "Oh how much you have changed."
Tony looked out the glass door of the back porch from where he was sitting at the counter, moving the mug around that was filled with steaming hot coffee. However, it was probably incredibly cold at this point, with the sugar sitting at the bottom, for he had been staring there for about an hour, waiting for Ziva to wake up.
Anna, Nick, Franks, Fornell, and Gibbs had all decided to head on into bed, and he knew that there was a line in front of the bathroom door that consisted of McGee, Ducky, and Palmer, all waiting for Abby to come out.
Tony knew that Ziva probably wouldn't wake up, considering that it was rather late, and she and he both had a big day in front of them, but he secretly hoped that she would.
He desperately wanted to go out and take a nice walk on the beach, for it was such a beautiful night.
And, he realized, that the two of them hadn't had a real conversation in a long time. This was partially due to the fact that both of them were extremely tied up in work and other commitments that they barely had time to see each other.
Actually, that wasn't true.
At all.
It was just that whenever they saw each other, words didn't have to be spoken between them. They'd much rather express their emotions with their bodies instead. He heard the door open upstairs and he figured it was Abby getting out of the shower, so he didn't take any notice to it until he heard footsteps coming down the steps, soft, padded ones that he could recognize from over two miles away, he bet.
He spun around in his bar stool quickly and smiled at her, "Hey." He grinned, standing up and walking towards her, taking both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over them, "You...you doing okay?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed, exasperated, "Why must you keep asking me that?" She demanded and Tony shrugged.
"Hey, I'm just a man in love who's deeply concerned about his in-a-day-wife. Don't ask me." She smiled slightly, a closed one as she leaned up and pecked him on the lips before getting back down on her two feet and smiling, "Look, it's a really nice night outside, and I would love it if you would be humble enough to accompany me for a walk on the beach?"
She smiled once again and nodded, "I would be honored, Anthony."
He stood up straight and held his arm out for her, which she gladly took, "Thank you, ma'am." She narrowed her eyes at 'ma'am' and whacked him in the arm, "Ouch!" he shouted, rubbing it with his free hand, "What was that for?" He demanded as they opened the door and walked outside.
"Calling me 'ma'am'. " She said, looking ahead, in a matter-of-fact tone, "You should know that I do not like to be called that."
"Oh, this is true." He grinned, "Okay, Mrs. DiNozzo."
She rolled her eyes, "Not yet, Tony."
"Fine." He huffed, but then quickly perked up, "Mrs. Future DiNozzo." He boasted and Ziva shook her head, not wanting to argue with him as a silence fell between them and they made their way down to the beach, silently.
On the walk down to the deserted beach, her hand had moved down his arm and their fingers intertwined together. His feet moved slowly through the water, feeling the cold substance on his ankles. It felt good, and it calmed his nerves.
Noticing that Ziva wasn't anywhere near the water, he slyly moved deeper into the water, so that it made its way up to his ankles. Her soles dipped into the ocean and she smiled slightly. He smiled because she smiled, and they both walked in silence, the only sounds the crashing of the soft waves on the shore and their feet pushing the water out of the way as they walked.
"You know, it has been a while." Tony spoke up and Ziva glanced up at him.
"Mmm...." She responded, as if wanting him to continue before looking back down at her feet.
"...Since, you know," He took in a breath, "We were just...alone. Talking instead of screaming."
She let one corner of her mouth turn up before nodding, once, "Yes." She agreed, "It has."
He suddenly stopped, but not enough to make her jerk at any sudden movements, "Tony?" She questioned and his eyes met hers for just a moment before he pulled her towards the dry sand, sitting down. She followed, her hand still staying connected to his.
He slowly pried his hand out of her grip and ran it through the grains under him before sighing and looking up at her, "We need to talk."
Her breath hitched in her throat, but she swallowed her spit as she nodded, slowly, "About what?" She questioned.
He shrugged, "I don't know." He admitted, "But just talk."
She let her mouth drop open, "You made it sound so serious!"
He shrugged once again, "Depends on what we talk about."
She looked down at the sand and idly picked at it, the same as Tony was doing, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Umm..." He started, staring up at the horizon now, "We could talk about..." He moved his head back and forth, trying to figure out something, anything to talk about. "Hey," He looked back at her, "We could talk about this."
"What?" She questioned, "The beach?"
"No, no, the wedding."
"What about it?"
"Is it...what you pictured?"
She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, "What?"
"You know," Tony said, "Was this what you pictured? You know, when you were younger, is this what you pictured for your wedding?"
"Oh." She realized, running her fingers through the sand and then lifting it up, letting the sand run through her fingers and back onto the ground once again, "I did not picture my wedding when I was younger, no."
"What?" Tony demanded, "No, no, no, see every woman I've met has a dream wedding in mind. Come on, spill it on me."
She shook her head, "I am not spilling anything on you Tony because there is nothing to 'spill'."
"You didn't want anything in your wedding?"
She shook her head negatively, once again, "I never thought about it."
"Why?" He quietly asked, scooting closer to her.
"Honestly?" She questioned, and her eyes met his, signaling that he wanted the truth. She sighed and shifted her gaze to her lap, "I thought that I would die before I got married."
"Oh, Ziva..." He wanted to hug her, comfort her, but she pushed him away.
"But, I did plan my Tali's wedding." She smiled slightly, "I had a whole book, and sometimes, on weekends, I would skip Mossad training and Tali and I would go downtown in Tel Aviv and stop by the wedding dress shops. She would always try them on and I would always take pictures. Sometimes, I even tried on the dresses. She told me I would make a beautiful bride..." She looked up at him, dead in his green eyes, "And marry someone just as beautiful."
He smiled and tentatively wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he ran his hand up her shirt, rubbing the skin there with his thumb. He didn't say anything, so she continued. Actually, he didn't want to say anything; Ziva rarely opened up like this.
"I kept the pictures in a scrapbook, and she would even sometimes snip off fabrics that she liked of the dresses. Oh!" She turned towards him, in his embrace, excited. He smiled down at her as she looked up at him, her eyes glistening as she spoke with a smile, "And we would go to the park, or sit outside at a restaurant and secretly take pictures of handsome men to put into the scrapbook. Tali would always put her picture next to them," She laughed slightly, "It was fun. Extremely girly, yes, I know, but-" she took in a deep breath as she snuggled deeper into his embrace, "I got away from it all."
"What happened to the book?" He quietly asked.
"I burned it." She simply said and Tony almost let his mouth drop open.
"Why?"
"After...she...died..." She managed to say, "I realized that that wedding was never going to come true. I destroyed all of her items, including our scrapbook."
"I'm..." He started, but Ziva lifted a hand up, cutting him off.
"Do not say 'sorry'." She said.
"But you're not Gibbs."
She laughed, "That would be awkward, if I walked Gibbs down the aisle to get married to you."
Tony scoffed, "I think he'd shoot me first. One, he hates marriage. Two..." he paused, "Doesn't matter. He'd shoot me. No, I'd shoot myself." He shuddered and Ziva chuckled before she leaned up against him again.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Tony spoke agian, "Are you nervous?" She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it quickly.
"No." She said, "Well, a little, maybe, but I do not get nervous."
Tony laughed, "You've never gotten nervous? I used to get nervous all the time. Sophomore year, OSU, score tied, three seconds till buzzer-basketball by the way-I had the ball, dribbling down the court....I was so pumped, so nervous, I nearly air mailed the ball over the net. But no, no, I made that winning three-point shot. Went home happy. And full. Pizza and beer afterwards to celebrate." he grinned as she looked up at him, confused.
"I thought that you had to be twenty-one in order to drink."
He looked down at her, "Fake ID's." He winked, "Came in handy. Well, that and the fact that most of the bartenders that we ever got were tall, skinny blonds. Really leggy too-"
"And a nice, large chest, yes, Tony?"
He paused and nodded, eagerly, "Yup. They were nice." He almost licked his lips at the thought, "They all passed me off as twenty-one, that was, for once price."
"And what was that?" She questioned, though she already knew.
"They came home with me. Played a little tonsil hockey and naked twister on the bed."
She furrowed her eyebrows together and leaned forward, turning slightly so that she could look at him, "Why would you play twister naked?" She demanded, "Were you at least wearing socks?"
"What?" he demanded, chuckling slightly.
"I have played twister once." She admitted, "McGee brought it over. On the...mat...or whatever, it says that you must wear socks. If you were naked, that means that you were not wearing socks."
Tony laughed and just pulled her close to him, running his hands through her straight hair as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "Never mind. It was better that you didn't understand anyways."
She shook her head against his chest, "You Americans."
"Don't say that." He said, "You'll be marrying one soon."
"Mmm..." She smiled, closing her eyes and basking in the light breeze, "This is true."
"I don't think that Gibbs expected it."
"Expected what?" She questioned.
"Me." He sighed, "Getting married. Well, Gibbs and my OSU buddies." He chuckled, "When I called them up on the phone the other day to inform them, they thought that the world was finally going to come to an end." He laughed even harder, "I'm serious. They were shocked that I was getting married. They didn't expect it at all."
"Why not? You are gorgeous." She smiled and he squeezed her hip but continued.
"I think, when we met, he marked me off as a player."
She snapped her eyes open and quickly spun around in his arms, nearly knocking him backwards, "That is a story you have not told." She noted.
"What?" He questioned.
"When you and Gibbs met." She smiled.
"Oh." He said, "Yeah, I haven't told anyone."
"Tell me." She pleaded, seductively, "I have two good reasons."
"Make like an assassin and shoot."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "I am an assassin."
Tony rolled her eyes, "Just tell me your two reasons." He didn't feel like explaining that to her.
"One...I am going to be your wife in a matter of hours at this point. And two, I told you about Tali." She pointed out.
"And I appreciate that the big, bad Mossad Assassin decided to open up to the humble Anthony DiNozzo." He gestured to himself, placing a hand on his chest, as if he was flabbergasted, "But that is a story for another time." He glanced back at the house, "I think we should be starting back."
She sighed and stood up, taking Tony's hand as he stood up as well, their fingers intertwining, "Yes, we should." She nodded, "But you will tell me one time, yes?"
He chuckled, "Maybe on our Golden Anniversary."
She punched him.