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Tony brought Penelope gently into his embrace. Holding her tightly, he kissed her and then pulled back enough to look into her eyes. He couldn't help but smile, it was all her, she completed him in a way he didn't even understand.

"Tony, they're going to be so angry at us."

"Tell them I blindfolded you and kidnapped you. That I didn't give you a chance to say no."

"To City Hall?" She gave a carefree laugh.

"Penelope, I love you and I didn't want to wait. After you said yes, well I . . ."

"You didn't want to take the chance I would change my mind." She said, finishing his thought.

"Well, you had been hurt before, and I want you in my life forever."

"Just so you know, I wouldn't have said yes unless I meant it. However, I like the way we got married, it was simple and just for us. Now you have to tell the team that we eloped. Then you can invite them to the house for a party this Saturday."

"Sounds good to me."

"I thought so. Now, we'd better get a move on, or we are going to be late." She grabbed her tablet, a notebook, and this week's favorite pen.

Leaning over she kissed him once more, but pulled back before he had a chance to deepen it. She gave him a saucy grin, turned and walked out of her office, leaving him to follow her.

The team had been given an extra day off, something they needed, as every member of the team was exhausted. Now they were well-rested and in better shape as they walked back into the conference room, sipping their coffee, and waiting for the bosses to come in and start the briefing.

Penelope greeted her friends as she always did, with a smile and a gentle touch as she passed them. The profilers knew why she touched them on the shoulder or the arm as she passed. She needed the reassurance that they were alive and well. They didn't mind, they liked it when she connected with them. Sitting in her usual place she opened her tablet and then her notebook, getting ready to take notes.

The profilers knew they were on a down week. This meeting was simply to share information on current cases, and go over anything that they needed input on from other members of the team.

Tony knew better than to show any tells, so he kept one of his masks firmly in place. Penelope was her normal self. She jotted down requests and grimaced when they got too in depth about cases. She turned green as she swallowed and closed her eyes tightly.

"That's it everyone, back to work." Hotch stood and gathered his things after dismissing the team.

Tony cleared his throat. "Just one more thing. Penelope and I want to invite everyone over to her home, well our home on Saturday, for a barbeque. Please bring your families when you come."

"What's the occasion?" Reid asked.

"I moved in and we finished furnishing the place," Tony said.

"You also got married yesterday," Rossi added.

Everyone but Hotchner exclaimed in surprise.

"Judge Stevens is a friend of ours," Hotch informed them.

"We should have gone to Baltimore; I'm owed a few favors there." Tony chuckled softly as he looked at Penelope.

"Surprisingly, I'm owed a few favors there, too." Hotch looked at Tony with an expression that revealed nothing.

"We've got company coming." JJ pointed to the door as Gibbs walked in.

"You got married and didn't tell me?" Gibbs reached over and head slapped Tony.

"Who told you?" Morgan asked, watching Tony rub the back of his head.

"Judge Stevens' bailiff." Gibbs answered as he continued to frown.

"Let me guess he's an ex-Marine." Penelope sounded amused.

"No such thing as an ex-Marine. Once a Marine always a Marine," Gibbs and Rossi chorused together.

"Agent Gibbs, please come to our home on Saturday, we're having a small get-together for our family. Nothing special, just a barbeque," Penelope said, her voice soft.

Gibbs lost the stern look and smiled. "Thanks I'll be there. What can I bring?"

"Ducky and your family." Penelope knows he has no family to speak of, just his goddaughter and her mother, and his team.

As she opened her lunch bag Penelope had to laugh when Tony frowned as her after looking inside his own brown lunch bag. "What's the matter; don't you like what I made you?"

"It's, it's . . ."

"A salad?" she asked, smiling the whole time.

"Well, yeah." He sighed, his expression glum.

"Look again Pizza man, it's antipasto. I just put it all in a bowl."

"If you don't want it Tony, I'll gladly take it." Dave grinned and joined the couple at the table.

Tony clutched his lunch closer. "I'm not sharing." He pulled a crusty roll out of his bag.

"What are you eating, Kitten?"

"Faro salad; do you want some?" She offered him the bowl.

Shaking his head, Rossi frowned as he looked at them. "What can I bring to your home on Saturday?"

"Nothing, just you."

They are soon joined by the rest of the team. Eating lunch together was one of the things they did when not out in the field. No shop talk, just chatting. It helped lessen the stress.

"You two. Why?" JJ asked. She took a bite of her food while she waited.

Tony looked at the team and then at Penelope. He saw her take a deep breath and knew she would answer for the two of them. She had known them longer; it was only right that she did.

"We didn't want to wait. We didn't want a lot of fuss. We wanted it simple and stress free."

"But, we would have loved to give you a wedding Penelope."

"I know JJ, and we are sorry. It's just … this is what we both wanted. However, we're having a barbeque to celebrate with all of you."

"So, can we bring anything?"

Tony shook his head. "A bottle of wine if you want. We'll have everything else covered."

"When are you going shopping for all the food? I can help you lug it into the house." Reid offered his help with a wide smile.

"Saturday morning, and thank you, Dr. Reid, we would love your help. Tony has a list. He's going to the store while I have a mani and pedi before I start to cook."

JJ grinned. "Now that's something Kate and I can do, join you in some pampering."

"I would love that. Nine o'clock at our usual place?" They smiled, and Penelope knew it was a date.

Tony his cell without looking at the caller ID. "Agent DiNozzo," he said distractedly.

"Come to my office, please." Hotch ordered.

"Yes sir," he replied.

He stood and put his pen down, looking around the bullpen, wondering if anyone else was being called in. No one moved, so he didn't waste time heading for the stairs. Tony knew he was valued here, and had no intention of doing anything to cause anyone to doubt him. He'd worked too long and too hard to get where he was.

Tony knocked on the open door jamb and walked into Hotchner's office. "You wanted to see me, Agent Hotchner?"

Rossi turned to face him from one of the chairs by Hotch's desk. "Close the door, Tony."

"Sir?" Tony knew Rossi wasn't the second in command, but he was older than the others, and one of the founding fathers of the BAU, so he deserved respect.

"About Kitten's party . . ."

Tony looked at the two men and smiled. Of course. Penelope deserved more than a hastily organized barbeque to celebrate their marriage.