Author notes: sorry for the delay; I couldn't decide how to right this chapter. enjoy! :D I would like to take this chance to thank 'Left My Heart In Paris' for helping me with all the Jibbs parts in this chapter.

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"Tali! Help me zip up my dress, please" Ziva called from her room to her younger sister of fifteen who had just finished getting ready in her own room opposite.

"Just a second" Tali fixed herself in the mirror, adjusting her dress hem and then walked into Ziva's room. Tali was wearing a light purple summer dress that reached down to just below her knees, her hair was fixed up in a scruffy bun, which Ziva had helped her with moments earlier. She also wore a light coloured pair of gladiator sandals.

Ziva was stood in front of her full length mirror that was on the inside of her wardrobe door. Tali walked up behind her and did up the zip to her dress. "You look beautiful" Tali complimented as she looked at her sister whom she admired a great deal in the mirror. Ziva was wearing a dark blue halter neck dress that came to just above her knee. As like Tali she also wore gladiator sandals but of a darker brown. Ziva's hair was down to her shoulders with all her natural curls framing her face. Ziva followed out of habit, rule nine; she was carrying a knife strapped to the inside of her leg, ever since she met Gibbs she got in the habit of following rule nine, it became very useful when she started her work at Mossad. "You nervous, about seeing Leroy and Jennifer again?" Tali questioned whilst reading the invitation that she held in her hand.

"Yes, very much so. And I think you can call Jennifer, Jenny, but I recommend that you call Leroy, Gibbs" it was strange for Ziva to refer to Jenny and Gibbs by the first and full names. Tali just nodded and smiled.

"Are you two ready yet? Why is it that girls always take forever?" Ari called up from the bottom of the stairs. He felt like he had been standing there for hours, it had really only been twenty minutes. He was waiting for the taxi that they had booked to arrive and for his sisters.

"Hey you don't get to say that; you got into the bathroom before us!" Tali quipped back to her older brother.

"You ready?" Tali asked a very nervous Ziva.

"Yes" Ziva replied as she grabbed her bag and walked out the room after Tali.

The girls made their way to the top of the stairs. Ari stood at the bottom and looked up to them. "Ziva. Tali you both look amazing"

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself" Ziva giggled as she replied. Ari was dressed in black suit trousers and matching jacket with a black shirt accessorised with a black tie; which Ziva a Tali insisted he had to wear. He also has on his favourite belt which Ziva had gotten him for his birthday, its belt buckle was a concealed knife; him being Mossad he had always felt more comfortable when he carried a weapon.

"Is there a theme that you are going with?" Tali laughed out whilst trying to be serious.

"What is wrong, I like the colour black and my blue shirt was not clean" now he couldn't help but smile.

In next to no time the taxi along with the three Israelis was on its way to the soon to be Mr and Mrs Gibbs the fifth wedding.

Unfortunately they hit traffic on the way to the hotel where the wedding was going to be held; so when they arrived they were one of the last people there.

Ziva scoped out an almost empty row of chairs in the middle section of Jenny's guests half. Ari moved and took the furthest chair then went Tali and finally Ziva. Ziva felt as if she were being watched. She looked towards where Gibbs would be standing as she sat down, no, no one was there. So who would be watching her?

Tony, Tim, Abby, Kate, Jimmy, Breena and Wendy had been sitting on Gibbs' guests side of the wedding service for ten minutes, when to Tony's surprise; a person who he thought he would never see again walked in and sat down.

'It has to be her. Who else could it be? It looks like her. Who is that with her?' Tony's head couldn't stop buzzing with questions. 'Will she take me back?' His stomach suck as he was brought back from his thoughts and from staring at his once love by the girl next to him moving slightly; Wendy. He had met her six months after Ziva left; he had to make sure she wasn't coming back; maybe he should have waited a tad longer. He was about to tap Tim's shoulder; the rest of the gang were sitting on the row of chairs that were in front of where Tony and Wendy were sitting; there wasn't enough room for everyone on one row, to inform the rest of the gang of Ziva's arrival but was stopped when music started playing.

Everyone stood and turned to the back of the room to the double doors. Tony stole a glance of Ziva. By this time Gibbs and his best man Mike Franks were stood at the altar. Gibbs wore a proud smile, no hint of nerves there at all; he was truly happy; was going to marry the love of his life. The doors opened gracefully to reveal an angelic bride; Jenny wore; a strapless full length white gown with sequins that sparkled in the light, her hair was up in a scruffy bun held up with pins that had belonged to her mother and the earrings she wore were one's that Jethro had gotten her a life time ago in Paris they matched the locket that she always wore which had two J's entwined, her shoes were high heels (of course, were would she be without them) they were a white that matched her dress and to top it off she wore a tiara.

Linked at her arm was no other that Donald Mallard. Ziva had always wondered who would give Jenny away at her wedding; now she knew. The two friends made their way down the beautifully yet simply decorated aisle towards the altar and towards a grinning Leroy Jethro Gibbs, who had been waiting for this day his whole life, well it felt like that long to him.

Half way down the aisle Ziva caught Jenny's eye. An ever bigger smile broke out of Jenny's face, if that was possible and an equally spectacular one grew on Ziva's. Jenny had really hoped that Ziva could make it to her special day, even though Ziva wasn't in Jenny and Gibbs' life very long, she couldn't speak for Jethro but she felt that Ziva had become a daughter figure to her.

As jenny moved out of view Ziva's attention was bought to the group she had once called friends all stood watching the bride walk down the aisle. 'Why are they here? I wasn't supposed to see them yet' Ziva started to panic. She hoped to dear God that they hadn't seen her yet and that she could sneak out of there unseen. She thought that was the case until she noticed that one of the group was staring straight at her; Tony. She dared not to meet his eyes; she must have hurt him in so many ways .She felt sick.

Jenny made it to Jethro and Ducky handed her over with the biggest smile Ziva had ever seen. Jethro and Jenny held hands and looked towards the officiant. Everyone sat down at the ceremony started. All Ziva could think about was how the situation is going to pan out.

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