Author's note: Please forgive the occasional POV switch or as I like to call it head hopping. But this story is one of those stories that almost requires it. It is not how I like to write but there are just times you need that other POV! I hope you enjoy!

Tony walked her inside the chapel. The others followed. Ziva looked up at the open doors and saw the flowers placed, the rug laid out. He had thought of it all. She looked up at the man she leaned on because she barely had the strength to stand right now and whispered, "I do not deserve you."

Tony crushed her to him, kissed her and whispered back, "Yes you do and so much more." After another kiss he reluctantly let Abby guide her away saying, "I'll see you in a little bit."

Ziva nodded but kept her eyes on Tony until he disappeared behind one of the side doors. Abby guided her to another door - the bridal chamber. There was a woman she did not know standing by the vanity with cases opened on the vanity top behind her. The room was lovely with dark rose hued moiré wallpaper, ivory loveseats and a chaise lounge and a full length mirror by a carved wooden screen.

Abby pulled Ziva behind the screen and indicated a white satin robe hanging on a hook on the wall in front of a few garment bags. Without preamble Abby insisted Ziva strip and when Ziva got down to her skivvies Abby shook her head and asked her to hold a moment. Abby left the changing area and returned a moment later handing Ziva a small box marked La Perla.

Ziva smiled and touched the box knowing that this was Tony's idea as Abby left again and she heard paper rustling in the background. Ziva slipped into the new undergarments and put on the white robe before stepping out from behind the screen herself.

She needed something to drink, she had not said a word since leaving Tony's side. Her mouth was dry and her throat burned. She glanced around the room and saw a water pitcher on a small table and went straight for it. Lifting the pitcher she had to quickly set it back down before she dropped it. Abby was at her side in a flash and poured her a glass of water which she quickly drank.

"I am a bit off," Ziva finally intoned after drinking more than half the glass.

"It's your wedding day," Abby smiled, "you're allowed."

Ziva put her glass down and leaned back on the table; her eyes went glassy and she seeming stared into nothing. Abby touched her arm and asked, "Ziva, are you all right?"

"Abby, I love Tony. I do not want to leave him."

Abby noticed Ziva seemed shell shocked. She maneuvered Ziva to the loveseat and gestured for the stylist to leave them alone. Abby knelt in front of Ziva, "You don't have to leave him. We're good at this stuff," Abby turned her head slightly as McGee entered the room, closing the door behind him. "We can figure something out so you don't have to leave," she continued. "Just let us in on it?"

McGee hung back for a moment then took a step forward. Ziva looked up, her eyes widening as she noticed McGee and she extended her hand to Tim.

McGee came to sit next to her taking her hand in his, "Ziva, Abby is right. We can figure it out. Just let us know what to work on?"

Ziva leaned on Tim and squeezed his hand. As she looked at Abby her eyes moved back and forth - Abby knew she was trying to figure out what to say. "Come on, Ziva. Tell us," Abby urged.

Ziva let out a sigh and muttered, "I am Ziva David. I cannot change that."

"What do you mean?" McGee asked as Ziva sat up straight and took a deep breath.

"Nothing," Ziva responded. "I should dress, yes?"

Abby squeezed her knees, "Ziva?"

Ziva leaned forward, her hands on Abby's, "It is OK."

Abby knew at that moment, Ziva had shut down again but for a moment - a glimmer - she knew Ziva was going to share. Maybe they can get that glimmer back?

"Ok, Ziva," Abby stood and went to get the stylist.

"We have the paperwork ready, Ziva." McGee said. "Do you want to do that now?"

"Tony is waiting?" she asked.

Tim nodded, "They'll come in here and you guys can sign everything."

Ziva agreed and McGee pulled a table to the center of the room and set two chairs at it before opening the door to allow Tony and the officiates inside as well as Gibbs.

Tony helped Ziva to her seat and Ziva was shocked when she saw a Rabbi and he set down a Ketubah alongside the official State of Virginia Marriage License. Tony really had thought of everything.

Tony was the first to sign the documents. He signed the Ketubah, the marriage register and return then slid the documents to Ziva.

Her hand shook as she picked up the heavy pen and she took a long look at Tony who gave her a slight nod. Ziva then signed all the documents and then both the Priest and the Rabbi affixed their signatures to the forms. In the eyes of the law - they just married. Ziva realized that this was all normally done after the ceremony but for some reason he wanted it done now.

Tony then rose, kissed her and told her he'd see her at the altar - not to be late.

They all left her with Abby and the stylist and a short while later Ziva had her hair and makeup done and was staring at Abby holding two white dresses. Abby went on about trying to stay to Ziva's style and held up one long dress and one shorter one. Ziva looked out the window at the beautiful day and chose the shorter dress.

It was a silk-satin sheath that skimmed the top of her knees. It was pure white sleeveless with a wide scope neck and exposed to mid-back. The dress hugged her curves and she knew Tony would approve. Ziva hugged Abby and asked her officially to stand up with her as she married Tony.

Abby accepted with delight then pulled out a blue garter that Ziva slipped on and she ticked off the something old, her necklace, which Abby asked her to take off so she could clean it, something new, her dress, something borrowed, Abby lent Ziva her mother's pearl bracelet and something blue, the garter. She also gave Ziva a sixpence from Ducky for her shoe.

Ziva wore her hair loose with soft curls and as she looked in the mirror she was taken aback by the picture she presented. She looked like a real bride. She was a real bride. Tony's bride.

Abby then handed her a lace veil. Ziva had never been overly traditional but something about the veil struck her and a tear slipped down her cheek. Abby opened the door and let Gibbs in; his breath was taken when he saw Ziva and she hugged him. Gibbs helped her place the veil on - which was not at all traditional. The veil was supposed to cover her face but she wanted to see Tony clearly so she wore it back and accepted that her life would never really be traditional.

Abby left the room to give Gibbs a few moments with her. "You look so beautiful, Ziver."

"Thank you, Gibbs." Ziva took his arm and he escorted her to the door. "Thank you, Gibbs for being the father I never had."

Gibbs wanted to scream at her to give up this mission but he wouldn't do it now. He simply kissed her temple and walked her down the aisle to Tony.

When Ziva reached Tony she nearly collapsed from the emotion but he held her up. He pulled her veil down then lifted it back up and whispered "that is how it is supposed to be done."

She laughed into his shoulder as they stood under the chuppah before the Rabbi and the Priest. When had he done all of this? She gazed up at him and he was so strong. She was supposed to be the great spy, the assassin ninja chick but right now she was simply a weak mess. Oh God she loved him. He held her tight around the waist, she leaned on his shoulder as the Rabbi and Priest took turns with the varied ceremonies. When it was time to exchange the rings, Ziva shook so much she barely managed to get Tony's on. And then in a blink came the words "We now pronounce you husband and wife." Then Tony held her firmly as he brought his foot over the cloth covered glass and smashed it. Their friends cheered and clapped and Tony gently took her face between his hands and kissed her. A slow kiss that turned deeper and then they pulled apart as husband and wife.

Thank you for reading! Do let me know how you like the tale so far! More to come...