Sex Warning. Don't read if you don't want explicit sex. Just a warning.

The next day found Victoria picking her younger sister up at the air port. The pair were adorable, the younger, yet taller girl with her honey hair, and rounder face. They looked only slightly similar but they still acted like siblings. "Sis! How are you? Why aren't you in uniform? What's been going on?" were the first words from the taller woman's mouth.

"Hey Zoe. I'm fine. I've been ordered to take a week off. TJ. He tried to shoot Hellyn. We caught her. Or well… NCIS did." Zoe looked over her friend, her dark brown eyes meeting her sister's matching eyes.

"Oh really? Is there anything else interesting at NCIS?" she asked coyly as they walked to get her bags. Tori grabbed them first. "Oh come on sis. I can carry my own bags. You still driving that truck?" She tried to grabb the bags, but the military woman just moved back. "What is it about TJ? Did you get him?"

"Yeah I've got the truck, yes there's something interesting at NCIS, and no you can't carry these. You get those bags." Victoria said with a laugh.

"Oh? Whats the interesting thing at NCIS? A man? Who's he? Come on tell me!" the taller woman grabbed her bags and they walked out the door. They spent the next ten minutes getting to Victoria's truck. They put the bags inside the green truck's cab. The truck was probably from the eighty's, but in very very good condition. It was obvious that Victoria had fixed up her truck, everything from the paint to the engine was in perfect condition. "Ok, the truck is ten times better than when I was last here." She said with a chuckle.

"He is a special Agent. Gibbs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and of course it is. I do like my trucks to look good, even if they aren't always modern." Victoria said getting into her truck. It was Halloween time, and she enjoyed it. Her birth day was a week or two away, and she was focusing on that.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Special Agent? Sounds cute. How's he then? And don't be sparse on the information. Wait… You said something about TJ. How did you catch him?"

"Jethro got him. He's in prison, and will be tried." She said softly.

"Jethro? So you have a Knight do you?" The glare and Laughter was so natural that it was obvious the pair always teased one another.

"I do not have a knight!" Zoe laughed.

"Lire. You like him. I should meet him. I will. He works at NCIS then? We can stop by there can't we?"

"No. It's behind us. We are going home, I've got tea, coffee, and baklava." Tori said with a sigh. Her sister was annoying, but she did love her. "So how's work?"

"Good. Good. And fine. But I'll meet him. I know I will." She said with a laugh. "I have to. You actually admitted to having something special with this man. That alone is important. Mom will have to know."

"No. Don't tell mom. I'll tell her." That was a quick reply. Suddenly the sky grew dark. Tori smiled as they drove to her house.

"Fine. Fine. I have to be there though."

"No you don't. I can talk to my own MOTHER alone. If I even want to tell her. Why get her hopes up hm? Things can always slide."

"You don't believe that. You really don't. Even I can tell." Tori shot her sister an ugly look and continued driving. "You don't want to mess this up do you? Richard was a mistake. You knew that when you started. He was an experiment. You said that. You knew that. Not every relationship will end up bad, hon. I will see him." Tori didn't even try to argue. She dove quietly though, asking small questions, to keep her sister talking. Finally they got to the car rental place (for some reason her sister couldn't ret from the airport. What ever), and she was over joyed to get her sister out of her truck. She left the taller woman there and drove home. Or at least got to her street and stopped the truck. There was a gray truck sitting outside her house. Jethro. She muttered something to her self as she put her foot on the gas and rolled into her parking spot. She sighed grabbing her coat and tugging it on as she opened her door and shut it with a quick movement. She leaned against her truck as she watched the other truck.

"Victoria. How are you doing?" Gibbs asked after getting out of his truck. She kept an even gaze. "what?"

She sighed. "I'm doing fine. Why?" she knew she was being cold, but this… thing wasn't going to work. It was to soon after Richard. He stopped, and frowned. She kept her gaze neutral. "I have my sister arriving soon, and I'm busy. Very busy. So unless you've got something important to say, please go." That's right tori push the nice, helpful, sexy man away. Her tone was wry, in her head as she turned around, heading for her door.

Gibbs didn't put up a fight here. He knew when he wasn't wanted. "If you ever need anything Victoria. You have my number." He said before heading back to his truck.

She watched him go. She always pushed those she feared, or cared about away. She sighed as she slipped inside and waited for her sister.

It was a year before he saw her again. Though he should have known that DiNozzo would go and get married. Hellyn. The blond had caught and twisted the Italian around her finger. Though Gibbs was sure that Hellyn would do what Tony said if it came down to it. Tony'd asked him to be the best man. He couldn't really turn Tony down. Of course Hellyn picked Victoria as her Maid of Honor, which meant the two of them would be working closely.

Infact they met at the first planning meeting. Deciding about the wedding planner and such. The brunet was late, but she came in, in full dress uniform, looking flustered, and flushed. "Sorry. Sorry. Didn't manage to get away until just a few minutes ago. Apparently they need my signature to do something. Still not sure what it was." She said smilling at Hellyn, who nodded.

"Oh no problem." The tall woman smiled at Tony, who grinned like an idiot back. "So. I was thinking that this John-Paul?" she asked querking her lips at Tori.

"Oh boy. Who's Number One?" she asked with a straight face as she sat down next to her friend, across from Gibbs. She hadn't even really noticed him, though he'd noticed her as soon as she entered, beside the uniform. She looked… better than he'd last seen her, though not perfect. Something was on her mind and it wasn't her friend's wedding. "How about Diana Shin? She's supposed to be really good." Already the two were down to business, but they were used to that. Military and all.

"Do I get a say?" Tony asked touching Hellyn's hand.

"No." both woman said at the same time, smiling at him, with matching grins. Gibbs could see the only person who had no idea about the joke was him. Tony never noticed he hung out with Victoria. He continued to watch her, not caring if she noticed his eyes glued to her face, learning it all over again. He'd hoped that a year would quench whatever had happened, or hadn't, happened. Wrong.

"But? Isn't it my wedding to? Isn't it Gibbs?" he asked turning to Gibbs. This at least Gibbs could help with.

"It's the woman's wedding. Your just here for the ride." He said curtly. Tony muttered.

"And you'd know. So why are we here?" he asked Tori.

"Because we might need you to go get something, why else Tony? We'll need some input. There are guy things IN the wedding." She said pointedly at him before looking through the book. "Oh… Look at this wedding. Done by… Bethany Charlson. Hm. Isn't it pretty? We could totally use her. What do ya think Hel?" she asked tapping the paper. Her dark blue coat bringing out the light blue gem in her ring. She smirked a little as Hellyn looked it over.

"Sure. Sure. I like that one." Hellyn was busy looking at dresses.

"Hellyn pay attention. This is the important part. The dress you can find later." Gibbs watched the dynamic. What he'd seen a year before was still there. Hellyn was outgoing, powerful, and obviously a leader, but it was Victoria who had total control of the entire situation. And she seemed easy around him. Did she not hold grudges, or did she just not care?

Gibbs leaned forward and looked at the dress. "That one." He said pointing to a long dress with a snort train, sparkly diamonds on the top, and a beautiful cream. The veil was mid length, and the shoes were flats, but beautiful. "It's the best." He said smiling at Hellyn. She looked it over.

"He's right Tor. Isn't it pretty. Tony I like that one." The giggle from Victoria had Gibbs glancing at her again.

"It's beautiful. Just don't let your mom try to do it. It's a custom." She said touching the lettering.

"Thanks Gibbs. Didn't know you had a taste for wedding dresses." Hellyn said softly, with a smile.

"Had a bit of practice." Was all Gibbs said. Victoria nodded, and continued to look through the mags, and finally they chose Bethany Charlson as their wedding designer. After that it was more of a free for all in finding the dress.

The weeks and months of the wedding planning passed by quickly. Victoria was always, always civil, relaxed even, with him. Friendly, and always keeping him at arms length. She was always quick to leave, professing that she had work to do. Of course Bethany became a close friend with everyone, and found the cat and mouse game (as she called it) amusing. Gibbs didn't, but he couldn't really corner her. She always seemed to know when to dodge, and how to get away. It frustrated him, and intrigued him.

Of course finally it was the day before, and Victoria and Bethany were rushing around, getting everything done, both of them stressed, and snappy. Though the black haired Bethany was nicer about it, Victoria just snapped at you and walked off. Either way it was getting everyone but the wedding couple nervious. Ziva and McGee were doing their best to stay out of the way. Though Tori kept finding them and giving them jobs. Ziva and McGee had the wonderful job of being 'groomsman/woman'. Tori, a girl named Sarah, and a latino girl named Arena were the bride's maids/maid of honor. And the other two women were rushing around as well, helping, and keeping up with both of the hurried women… some how. But finally the rehersal was underway.

Gibbs realized as they lined up that it was he and Victoria, then the other two pairs (with Ziva and Arena taking up the rear with their beautiful foreign beauty), then the ring barer (Hellyn's little nephew), and then the flower girl (a niece), then the wedding couple. The mother's were ahead of himself and Tori, but not by much. Durring the rehearsal, she bairly spoke, more focused on everyone else, and staying in contact with him. As he watched her out of the corner of his eye, he could see she was exhausted, and yet only if you knew the signs of someone hiding it would you notice, and if you cared to look. She was pushing herself beyond herself, and the next day was not going to help that. He didn't react as he and she broke apart for the first time, standing on either side of the alter. It was an outside wedding on the beach in California, during summer. It was really beautiful.

That night the entire wedding party was happy. The rehersal had gone well, and Victoria slipped away early, going to her room. Gibbs went to find her, and found her asleep on the bed, next to her lap top, the black dress she was wearing, half off, as if she'd just gone to sleep, or fainted. He got a very good view of her black bra, and what could be her underwear, but he wasn't sure. He glanced at the laptop. It was Air Force stuff. As he looked it over (being nosy), he realized that she'd had to have been working on this for the last six months (the entire planning of the wedding time), which explained her exhaustion. The work was good, excilent even. She was keeping track of operatives in Iraq. She'd changed what she was doing. And been promoted. Col. Crane now. Hm. He picked the laptop up and set it on the table, before moving to shift her around so she was under the covers, though he didn't undress her, betting that she'd be angry at him. But he found himself unable to leave the room once he'd gotten her under her blankets. She was peaceful, nothing to worry about, just beauty.

Long dark brown hair wrapped around her face, cradling it in soft light waves. She looked peaceful, relaxed, and beautiful. He wasn't sure how long he stood there before she stired, and opened her eyes. He froze, as she looked at him. "How lon' yo' b'n standin' th'r?" her words were slurred as she woke up, streatching a bit, as she noticed her laptop, and the dress. "A while. It's nearly sunrise. You could move me into the bed but not undress me?" she asked sitting up and shrugging the dress up so it stayed, though he had no doubt she'd be taking it off soon. "I should make you get out of my room." She said softly.

"But you won't." he answered for her.

"No. Because you try to help. Which is worth more than you know." She said slipping out of bed and shaking her head. "Go on Gibbs. I have things to do today." She said softly.

"Your overworking yourself."

"You read my laptop." She wasn't angry.

"It was open."

"Not usually something one does. Expecially when you know I'm military."

"It was there, interesting to. Won't tell anyone."

"Good. I'd have to kill you."

"You should have let someone else take your spot. I can see your tired."

"And what do you know about that Jethro?" she asked, he anger rising in her voice, and the way she glared at him.

"A lot. Your burning yourself out."

"I always do, only I never quite burn out. Always manage to catch myself and keep going." She answered softly. "what do you care?" He didn't answer just looked at her. She looked… vulnerable in the rumpled black dress that was barely hanging off her body. She lowered her gaze, and he took the opportunity to step forward and put his arms around her, pulling her close. He closed his eyes, pretending she was his for half a second, expecting her to push him away, but she just leaned into him, craving the touch, and comfort.

"Don't need to push yourself so hard." He murmured into her hair, which smelled like her, vanilla, coconut, and something that was entirely her. He kissed her hair as she turned a bit so she was fitted against him, letting him be the strong one, as she started to cry. "Sh." He whispered, touching her face lightly, brushing the tears aside with his thumb. "It's alright." She was already trying to pull herself together, and was starting to push away, but he wasn't about to let her go this time. "wait." He murmured as he kept a firm grip around her waist. She turned her head to look up at him.

"Let me go." There was no real conviction in her voice. "please?" that there was a question. He brushed his lips against her cheek, sliding a hand down her arm, lightly dragging his fingers along her warm skin. She shivered under his hand. He kissed her lips, lightly, before pulling away. She was trying to not react. "No." the word had more conviction behind it.

"Why?" he didn't let go of her, though she was glaring at him.

"It's not right. It wasn't right a year ago either." She was trying to convince herself of that, even he could see that.

"Wrong." He murmured before he kissed her fully. She tried to fight, though that didn't last long as she responded to his kiss. He was demanding as he pulled her closer, his arms locking around her tightly. She leaned into him, finally relaxing into his arms, wrapping her own around him. She responded with her own demands with her mouth, and hands. Both of them were keeping his head against hers. Her tongue as exploratory as his was. He was the one to break the kiss, pulling away only enough to see her eyes, their noses touching. "Better?" he murmured softly to her, lifting his hand to touch the side of her face. She was still beautiful, a year later. He kissed her nose, and got her to smile, just a little. "There." He hugged her and let her go. She didn't let go though, and pressed her face into his jacket. "What?" he asked, placing his arms back around her.

"nothing. You smell good." She murmured, as she stood there, with her arms around him. He wrapped his arms back around him. "'m Sorry." She muttered as she leaned back.

"'bout what?" he asked, not fully paying attention to her words as he kissed her hair.

"Jethro." Her voice had a tad bit of sharpness to it, and he pulled back, looking down at her. "Thank you." She said softly. "I'm trying to apologize for what I… did before."

"No need." He murmured, trying to distract her again, but she would have none of it.

"No I mean it. I was… scared." He sighed, and sat down on the bed, pulling her with him. "It was rude. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I think I can understand." She nodded, looking at her hands. Vulnerable again. He kissed her shoulder, getting some sort of noise out of her. He moved to her neck, and that was where she seemed to forget her desire for forgiveness. She leaned her head to the side, reaching up and touching the side of her face as he slipped her hair up over her head. He slipped one arm of the dress off her shoulder, showing her chest and the top of her breast. He did the same with the other, she willingly lifted her arms enough to get the top off.

He brushed her dress down more, kissing her lips again. Victoria gasped softly, trying to pull away, but he was not going to let her ruin it. She was scared, and stalling. He had a feeling that she'd done it before, and he wasn't about to let her do it again. Gibbs pressed her back into the bed slipping the dress farther down as he did so, and unhooking the bra. She wiggled just a little as he moved so he was over her more, and kissed her again. She seemed to give into her desire as she let him kiss her. He trailed his hand down her midriff, taking the bra with his hand. She moaned softly against his lips. Her hand came up to touch him and he grabbed it pushing it back down onto the bed. She made another noise as he slipped off his jacket, living his head away from her. She gasped for breath as he continued to touch her, moving her past her desire to push him away. His rough hands brushed her soft skin as she wiggled away, a half smile on her face. "Oh no you don't." he growled playfully following her farther onto the bed, trapping her again, crouching over her. Oddly she was more relaxed, flushed a bit, as if embarrassed, but he kissed her cheeks.

"Mhhh." She moved her head to the side as he tried to kiss her, getting a grin from himself. She helped him get his shirt off, dragging her nails over his shoulder as she did so. He had to stop and hold her close as he concentrated. She nibbled on his shoulder, making it harder to take it slow. He tried to glare down at her, but from the smirk, either it didn't work, or she didn't care. She pulled away, slipping the dress fully off, leaving just the undies. Lips touched lips again, as he worked the undies down, and stroking her rips. She started to giggle, and her gaze caught his. He grinned, and brought his other hand up to her rips and started to tickle her. She laughed her hands trying to push his away, but he was insistent. "Stop!" she gasped playfully, rolling to the side and wrapping her arms around her ribs. He stopped then kissing her neck, shoulder and anything else she would let get near his lips. She was on her belly when he finally stopped, his arm draped around her. She turned her head to glance at him. "Stop." She manged finally. He kissed her lips softly, stroking her hip and thigh.

She smiled as he pulled away. He was thankful she wasn't trying to fight… herself it seemed. She was just enjoying herself, and he was enjoying just looking her over. Long legs, long torso, long arms, beautiful hair, and eyes and skin. He found a scar just below her left breast that he fingered for a moment. "Chicken Pox." She murmured touching his hand lightly. Jethro kissed her shoulder, as he moved up to stroke her breast. She closed her eyes as her breath caught. He moved slowly, savoring the moments as she let him touch her. He tugged lightly on her nipple, and she gasped louder. "Jethro." She moaned as he pulled away tugging his pants off. She turned so she was laying on her back, watching him. He stopped for a moment, watching her as she watched him. He moved to kiss her belly, listening to her breathing. She gasped as he kissed his way up to her breasts, sucking on them as she tried to concentrate. She closed her eyes as he kissed the rest of the way up and found her mouth. Her hands were roving as much as his were. She desired him inside of her. She pulled him closer, kissing him back, hard. She reached down and smirked as he gasped. He stopped her as he slipped a finger inside her. She gasped as she pulled him close to her, her eyes closing.

He pushed against her as her nails bit into his shoulders. She arched her back as he pulled her closer, his hand on her lower back. She cried out, her voice quiet. She wasn't a loud lover, but it made her more endearing. She gasped as he moved his finger, making her gasp. She cried out again as he played with her clitoris. "Jethro." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and he kissed her lips lightly. She pulled his head down as he started to pull away. His mouth found her breast again, and the mews made him harder. She cried out as she came, trembling against him. He kissed her forehead lightly, stroking her hair. Giving her a few moments.

"You alright?" he whispered her softly. She nodded, unable to speak. He kissed her lightly, as her hand drifted down again. He grinned. "Persistent." He murmured into her ear before he gasped as she tugged at him. She smirked a little.

"Always." She watched him, as his eyes closed. Her fingers were light, tugging and teasing. He reached down and pulled her hands up, placing his member against her, moving lightly, causing her to gasp again. He looked down at her, her dark eyes hazy with lust. He pressed into her, slowly. She gasped wiggling away just a little. He caught her lips with hers as he pushed farther. She cried out against his lips, more surprised then in pain. He stopped as she closed her eyes.

"Ok?" he murmured softly, touching her face. She nodded, her hands on his shoulders. He pushed again, keeping her under him. He held her gaze with his own, and let his hands play with her breasts. She gasped as he trust up into her. She moaned his name as he pressed into her. She was tight, and he attempted to relax her a bit, as she arched up, his hand slipping along her back. She tightened around him, and he pulled her closer burying his face in her hair. Her nails again dug into his shoulders as his thrusts became more insistent. "Victoria." He groaned as she tightened around him. She was lost in the feelings and couldn't respond. She kept her legs wrapped around him and moved with him, her body taunt, like a bow. She gasped as she felt herself starting to rise. She could feel the warmth in her belly, growing. She cried out as his thrusts came faster. She moaned egging him on, calling out his name.

She tightened. "Oh god. Jethro." She moaned into his ear. "ah." She closed her eyes tightly. He growled into her ear as she started to come. He could feel her. She was tightening faster, and he was coming with her. Her voice in his ear only helped and just after she came he followed, matching her own voice. She was shaking as he moved to lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her. She rested her head on his arm, her eyes half closed, tired. He brushed his thumb along her cheek.

"You alright?" he asked her. She was still shaking lightly as she kept her head against his chest.

"'M ok." She murmured. The sun was starting to peak through the window. He could see her tention was gone, though the exhaustion was still there. "Tired. Wedding!" She started to sit up, the tention back.

"Wait. Stop. Bethany told me more than once that you got in the way. Your there for Hellyn, not for everyone else. You can relax." He said softly, pulling her close as he sat up. She put her hands on his. "You can't be everywhere." He murmured as she closed her eyes. He kissed her neck lightly. She took a breath. He watched the side of her face.

"I just want her day to be perfect. It's only fair. She's done so much for me." She murmured. She was try to get away, moving this way or that. But he wasn't about to let her go. He didn't let her go. "So I should be out there helping."

"It's six in the morning. Everyone's asleep. You can sleep for a few hours. No one would blame you. The wedding isn't until four." He murmured into her hair brushing her arm with the backs of his fingers. She turned her head to look at him. "I'm right." He said softly.

"I don't want to believe you, but I am tired." She murmured. He pulled her down onto the bed, and kept his arms around her. "I shouldn't sleep." He didn't respond letting her relax into his arms. She seemed to doze off. And he let himself fall sleep as well. He woke up only an hour later as she moved, turning around. He watched her sleep. She was quiet, young, relaxed. He kissed her forehead lightly, then her lips. He unwrapped himself from her and slipped out of her bed. She was to tired, but she made a small unhappy noise and wiggled into the warm spot he'd just vacated. She curled up into a ball, and he stopped grabbing his clothing. She looked adorable. He sighed grabbing a pen and paper and writing her a quick note.

Just don't want to rock the boat.

You want to talk we can after the wedding.

Love you,

Jethro

He had a feeling he was going to have a very pissed of woman on his hands later, but he'd deal. Of course she may agree with his logic, he wasn't fully sure. He pulled his pants and shirt on and snuck out, or tried to. Hellyn stood there. "Thought I'd find you in there. I'm guessing it went well?" she asked him point blank. The marine eyed her. "Oh don't ask Gunny. I know that she's irresistible for the strong male. She's a brilliant light. We all love her. The kind of men she attracts are either the weirdest of the weird who think they own her, or good soldiers who are almost afraid to touch her incase they taint her." The blond said calmly.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asked deciding not to answer. She laughed.

"I could be, but I was told to relax for a couple hours. Talking to you or her sounded like a good idea." She said softly. "Come on Mr. Sock Foot." She said leading him to a window area right outside the window. "And I might as well talk about the woman who is like a little and older sister to me." She sat down easily watching the sun. He sat down watching her.

"What do you want?"

"Just to talk. Don't hurt her. I mean that. What I said a year ago? Still counts. She needs protected. No matter what it seems like, she's not all strength."

"I know."

"Do you? Really? Did you know that when you met her she was a month back on the job after a year off. She'd had a miscarriage." She said calmly, watching his face go perfectly neutral. "The man left her, and she was dedicated to having that baby. She was to stressed though, and it ended badly. It took me, Sarah and Arena to keep her from going back to work, and only for a month or two. You came as something she wasn't ready for. And now? Well she heals fast, but I don't know." Jethro let her talk. She was interesting, and he had to think through what had just been said. He'd come in at a bad time, just after… a miscarriage. Which meant she had more baggage than would be in her file, she'd probably pulled that from the file before he'd gotten to it. He looked towards the room, his thoughts far away from her. "Don't leave her alone to long Gibbs. You have a long day, and she even longer. It's almost time for her to get up." The blonde said standing up and flouncing away. He sighed. Well he was hoping to not make a scene, but it looked like he was going to have to. He grumbled going to his room, grabbing a cleaner shirt, and shoes then went to get food, and coffee. With that he mosed back to her room.

She was sitting up reading the note. When the door opened she jumped, yanking the blankets up higher. "That's not very consistant Jethro." She said pointing at the note as he showed her the food and coffee. "Oh coffee! All forgiven." She said as she grabbed it from him and took a sip.

"Hellyn cornered me."

"Oh." She looked studiously at her hand. "What she tell you 'bout?"

"Oh… Things. Why didn't you tell me that you'd already had a miscarriage, or stop me last night?" he asked, knowing that neither of them had thought about protection. She closed her eyes.

"I didn't want to? To both of them. You didn't need to know. Or at least I didn't think you needed to know." She said softly, feeling the anger in his eyes. She held his gaze though, willing to take whatever consequence came her way. "I don't have to answer to you Jethro. I've been taking care of myself since I was very young." She said softly.

"I know." He sat down beside her, touching her leg. Or at least putting a hand where he figured her leg would be. She frowned. "Your file." She grumbled laying back, the blankets pulling away from her breasts. He sighed, as she turned her back to him.

"Which you got by asking questions. I was glad I pulled the new medical records then." She muttered darkly. He sighed.

"Look. I'm sorry. But…" He frowned as she turned around the anger fully flairing now.

"What? But what? That we had fun? Hm? Ugh. I can take care of myself." She snapped getting out of bed, grabbing the dress, and going into her restroom. Her dark eyes were angry and he could feel the scorn.

"I never said that you couldn't." he said getting up and following her to the bedroom door. This was the dress she was wearing before the maid of honor dress. It was a blue dress. He'd been there when she had chosen it (one of Bethany's ploys). He'd thought it was beautiful.

"No but you implied it. I'm tired of people thinking I can't do anything. I survived abuse. Multipul times." She snapped, as she came out, zipping up the dress. "I survived in Iraq, China, and Afganistan. I've delt with death on all levels, and still every male that isn't awed by me thinks I need to be protected." She walked past him, ignoring him now. He realized that she was ranting.

"I never implied that either." He stayed still, watching her.

"Oh really? I can take care of myself sexually. I am not a teen who doesn't know how to take care of herself. I wanted that child, and it wasn't a mistake. Not on my part. Richard wasn't paying attention, obviously." Jethro wondered why she was talking still. She turned and looked at him after she tugged her hair back in a pony tail. The dress was short, coming up to her knees in the front and in the back it dipped towards the middle of her calves. "What are you looking at?" She asked him, her voice fading to confusion. He moved forward and put his arms around her.

"I'm looking at you." He murmured into her hair.

"That won't work Jethro. I'm still angry." She said pulling away and walking out the door, grabbing her coffee on the way out.

The wedding was a beautiful affair. The bride intentionally took her time. It took all three of Tony's team to keep him from doing something drastic (which he seriously wanted to do), finally the red clad Victoria came up. "Tony. Breath. She's making it perfect. Now go walk down that Isle, and wait. Don't worry. She's almost ready. I'm hurrying her as much as possible." She told him, her eyes holding his own green for long enough to calm him down.

"Fine. But she'd better hurry up." With that he turned and walked down the isle. The waves were audible (and seeable) from where they were. She turned and hurried back inside, handing the latino woman her flowers as she went inside the tent.

It was only a moment later that she came out, with the bride. Time to go. She hurried to the front with Jethro. The wedding went well, though Tony got smacked when he took to long saying 'I do'. The party? Just as wonderful. Victoria managed to stay out of Gibbs ways, intentionally. He looked for her the next day and she was gone. Sarah told him that she'd been called back to DC for a case. He wasn't so sure. Nothing he could do. He helped clean up and headed back to DC as well.