"You have got to be shitting me!" Tony roared standing next to Ziva looking down at the contents of the boxes. He turned his head torwards her, "Lets go home now."

"And miss the wedding?"

"Hmm, let me think, uhhhhh...yeah!"

"Tony, we are going."

"Why? You hate her, you know how my dad really is now."

"I just do."

Tony threw his hands up in frustration.

"You owe me a dance, Tony."

"That's what this is all about? A stupid dance?"

Ziva turned away, "Fine, Tony, lets go, I do not care anymore." She walked over to her suitcase and started throwing items of clothing inside, "And here I was thinking that you actually enjoyed spending time with me, but no, you cannot even do that without bailing. I give up."

"What are you talking about?"

"You, Tony, you!" Ziva turned, tears flowing down her cheeks, "I did this all for you and you do not even care!"

"What? You think I don't care about you? Please tell me you're joking."

"I am tired, Tony. Tired of throwing myself at you, tired of...everything."

"What do you want me to tell you, huh?"

"Tell me how you feel, tell me the truth, tell me that you feel the same way I do about you."

"Ziva." Tony sighed.

"You can't, can you?"

"If you haven't noticed, women and me, it never ends well and the only consistant women in my life are you and Abby and I've already lost you once, I won't lose you again." Tony shook his head no rapidly, "Not again."

"Bullshit! You are afraid."

"Afraid?" Tony laughed, "Of what?"

"You don't want your heart to heal, you want to be miserable, admit it!"

Tony looked away, "You have no idea." He whispered.

Ziva shook her head, "What?"

"You have no idea how much I want you, how much I need you and how much I want to take care of you."

"Then come and get me!" Ziva cried out, holding her arms outward.

Tony's head slowly rotated back, their tear filled eyes met and instantly he was upon her, lifting and kissing her with all the passion, anger, sorrow that lingered in their bodies for so many years. He carried her to bed, shoving the boxes to the floor. He laid her softly on the bed, joining her. He broke away, her hungry mouth followed, but he inched back further. He gazed into her eyes and tilted his head back and forth, trying to decide where to kiss her. She smiled up at him and he found his target.

A knock on the door made them both look at the door, "Go away!" They yelled together and began kissing again.

"Zivia?" Sarah called out.

Tony lifted his head, "Zivia?"

"Who cares." Ziva uttered, pulling him back into a kiss.

"Hello?"

Ziva rolled her eyes back, letting out a huge sigh, "Yes?" She answered Sarah.

"Did you like the color, I picked it out for you." Sarah asked, jiggling the handle.

Tony smiled down at Ziva, prompting himself up from her, "Where are you going?" She whispered.

Tony leaned down, kissing her one last time, "I gotta get on my dancing shoes, I owe someone a dance."

Ziva smiled and watched Tony walk into the bathroom, she stood up, tightening the towel around her body, she moved to the door, opening it. Sarah stepped in with the hugest smile on her face, but her smile went to a frown, "Where's your dress?"

Ziva smiled, "It's over there." She said, pointing to the box on the floor.

Sarah leaned in covering her mouth with her hand, "Is he here?" She whispered.

Ziva lifted her hand to her face as she leaned down and whispered back, "Who?"

"He's not suppose to see you before the wedding."

Ziva squinted at Sarah, "He's not?"

"No! Come with me, dress in my room!" Sarah exclaimed grabbing Ziva's hand and tried pulling her towards the door.

"Sarah, I just have on a towel, I have to get some clothes on."

"No time!" Sarah pulled at Ziva's hand.

"Okay, okay." Ziva said, she turned around picking up the box, she moved to her suitcase throwing in a few things and grabbed a pair of white sandals and with that, she was swept away by Sarah.

"Ziva, could you bring me my box." Tony asked, "Ziva?" He cracked open the door and peered out, not seeing her, "If this is another one of my dreams, I'm going to be very pissed."

Ziva stepped out the front door of Savannah's beach house, accompanied by Savannah and Sarah, all dressed in southern belle dresses, Savannah's white, Sarah's green and Ziva's pink, "I do not think pink is my color." Ziva admitted, touching the pink flowers that adorned her hair.

"You look great!" Sarah cheered, clapping her hands.

"At least you didn't get yellow." Sophie said, dressed in a yellow.

"Lets head over to the tent, there's a room for the bride in the back." Savannah said, heading for the tent on the beach.

The others followed, "I do not get why we are dressed like this." Ziva said, still messing with her hair.

Savannah smiled, "You'll see."

Ziva paced back and forth in the tent like an expecting father, "What are we doing? They've been playing the wedding march for like 10 minutes."

"We are making our men wait on us." Savannah declared, her deep southern accent in full effect, "It's part of the tease."

"Right, I've been waiting 4 years, what's another...how long now?"

Savannah rolled her eyes, "Fine, we shall make our grand entrance in ten minutes."

"How about now?" Ziva suggested.

"This is my wedding day, not yours, on yours, you can do whatever you want."

"If this was my wedding day, I'd be having sex already." Ziva said in a loud whisper.

Ten minutes pass, Savannah stood and clapped her hands, "It is time."

Ziva grabbed Sarah and Sophie's hands and ran out of the tent like she was shot out of a cannon. Savannah let out a deep sigh as she slowly followed behind, "You do know, there won't be a wedding without me?" She asked, catching up with them as they waited by the side of tent near the entrance to the wedding ceremony.

"Mommy, hurry up!"

Savannah shook her head, "You, too, sweetie?"

"My lord, she's a pompeous ass." Sophie whispered to Ziva.

Ziva laughed.

"What's so funny?" Savannah asked.

"I told her a joke." Sophie said, "A rabbi, a priest and Chuck Norris walk into a bar, stop me if you've heard this one before."

Savannah rolled her eyes, "Lets go."

Sarah moved through opening into the tent, Ziva right behind, she stopped as she came into contact with Vincenzo, he was dressed in a Union Army General's uniform, "What are you suppose to be?"

"They're the men who burned their way across the south, Sherman and his strong men." Savannah stated, "Like the south in the civil, the north and their men with ravage us."

Ziva looked back at a grinning Savannah, "You are..."

"What?"

"Bat-shit crazy." Vincenzo spoke.

Ziva looked at Vincenzo and smiled, "Thank you." Savannah just stared at Vincenzo with her mouth wide open.

Vincenzo nodded to Ziva, she slid through the curtain and stopped seeing Tony dressed like Vincenzo, he was tugging at his collar, his uniform was tight, real tight. She moved up next to Sarah, finally catching his eye. He smiled as he stepped over to her. He leaned in, she held her breath not knowing what he was going to do, "So, where are you hiding your gun in that?" He asked, kissing her neck.

Ziva laughed, "Find it later."

"Please tell me you find the smell of mothballs sexy?"

Ziva laughed again, "Very."

"uh-hum" A man cleared his throat.

Tony turned seeing a priest, "Sorry, Father." He stepped back to his side.

Vincenzo stepped out, his fingertips barely touching Savannah's dress, he escorted her down the aisle, handing her to his brother and stood next to Tony, across from his wife.

The priest started the ceremony, Ziva mouthed something to Tony, but he didn't understand it, "What?" He mouthed back.

Ziva mouthed it again, ending with a smile.

He tilted his head, he got the message, but he was a little puzzled by it, but he smiled back.

"If anyone knows why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest asked. Ziva cleared her throat. Everyone looked at her, "You have something to say, Miss?" The priest inquired.

"Oh, no, they deserve each other." Ziva smiled, "But, uh, could you speed this up a bit."

Author Note #1 - Ziva WANTS it bad. Heh!