A/N: mphs95 had requested a Jessica chapter. I'm still trying to work out a Booth/Jessica interaction, but in the meantime, this fluff worked it's way into my brain.

May 3, 2017

The diner was crowded. No tables available. Aubrey sighed, another strike against this day. Just then he saw Booth. The older man signaled and pointed. He and Dr. Brennan were at a table with Clark.

"Have a seat Aubrey. We just arrived and Dr. Edison was just leaving" said Dr. Brennan.

Everyone exchanged their good byes, and Aubrey settled in across from the couple. "Jessica is going to join me, is that ok?"

"Of course. How are the w.."

Aubrey held up his hand to stop her "Please don't say the W word" . He sighed. Just then Jessica sat down in the chair next to him, a frown on her normally smiling face. A waitress appeared and filled 4 mugs with coffee, and took their orders.

"Are you sick Aubrey - pancakes, eggs and bacon but no hash browns?" Booth stared across the table at the younger couple. Both were obviously unhappy. Mouths in tight lines, and clenching their coffee cups as if they were life lines. "Ok, so what's wrong you two? Did you have a fight?"

"No" he said.

"Yes" she said.

Booth raised an eyebrow. "So, you're fighting over whether you had a fight?"

"Well, not exactly." Jessica sighed. "We're fine, it's just everybody else is driving us crazy with the w"...

"Don't SAY that word." Aubrey snapped. "I'm tired of talking about it."

"The wedding" Booth stated before Aubrey could stop him. He shook his head at the younger man. "You should have taken my advice."

"Booth, it seems irrational to have given Aubrey advice about his nupitials considering that as I recall you were unwilling to take any when we were planning our wedding." Brennan looked at her husband with disapproval.

Aubrey recalled the conversation with Booth Christmas night. He and Jessica had announced their engagement at the B&B Christmas dinner. The Jeffersonian family had oohed and aahhed at the ring Jess had unwrapped that morning. "His advice was to not take any advice, Dr. B. and he only gave that after I asked him."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense, but it does sound like something he would say."

"So, what's the problem?" Booth asked again.

The younger couple exchanged looks and Aubrey shrugged and gave a half nod to Jessica as if to say, you tell 'em". The redhead began to speak, words flowing from her in a steady stream of consciousness. "Well, you know I was raised in a cooperative right? So I have like 4 mothers and 12 sisters. I'm the first of the girls to have a wedding - all the others just eloped and I understand why now. Unbeknownst to me all the women in the co-op have a guilty pleasure in watching all those wedding shows on reality TV. So 16 people are telling me what kind of dress to get and none of them agree. Then, I was in a sorority in college, so all of THOSE sisters have opinions. Not to mention I have 27 cousins. So, I'm being bombarded with emails and texts and Pintrests boards about flowers and table decorations and favors and what our signature drink should be and where to get monogrammed chocolates and whether my hair should be up or down, and who should do my makeup and buffet vs. sit down dinners. Throw in that my fiancee only has an opinion about the catering, and trying to finish my thesis, and I'm just stressed out, and not having any fun with this at all. I'm mad at myself for letting things get so out of control and listening to everybody else because you know, normally I'm pretty clear on what I want, but it's just that everyone is so happy for us and I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and now it's a giant mess and no matter what I do, somebody's going to be upset, and there's no way out." She finally ran out of breath. Aubrey reached over to pat her hand. She sighed. "I just want to be married, I don't care about napkin colors and themes."

"Wow" was all Booth could say.

"Okay, let's think this through logically." Brennan said calmly. "What are the requirements for the two of you to be happy with your wedding?"

"Him." "Her". They pointed at each other.

"And ideally when would you get married?" Brennan asked.

"Tomorrow." they said together.

"That anxious, huh?" chuckled Booth.

"Well, there's that, and then there's the fact that tomorrow is Star Wars Day."

"I don't know what that means."

"I'll explain it to you later, Bones."

"Since we're both geeks, we thought it would be a great day to get married, but then everyone was telling us that no one gets married on a Thursday, and 4 months was not enough time to plan" Aubrey shrugged.

"So, at the risk of giving you advice, get married tomorrow." Booth said. "You don't have to tell anyone, if you don't want. You can still have a ceremony and reception later on, but you won't care as much about all the 'help' because you'll have done the important part."

"Yes, anthropologically speaking, many cultures have 2 rituals for weddings. A legal component and a religious or celebration component" Brennan added.

"Get married tomorrow?" Aubrey asked astounded. "That's impossible." Jessica stated in agreement.

"Our wedding was done in a day. And it was wonderful." said Brennan.

The younger couple stared at their mentors. Both had seen pictures on office desks. No way had that happened in a day.

Booth laughed at the expressions of disbelief on the younger couple. "Guess we need to tell them the story of our wedding, Bones."

They relayed their story, interrupting each other frequently. There was good natured bickering about whose fault it was the church burned down, but without realizing it, they kept turning to each other and smiling, by the time they finished their tale, they were holding hands on the table.

"Ok, so it can be done" said Jessica skeptically "but, we are missing Hurricane Angela. She and Curly are on vacation."

Booth shrugged. "If you keep it simple, you don't need Angela."

"We'd at least need to get a license, and an officiant" said Aubrey.

"Not a problem. I can handle that." The senior agent said confidently.

The younger couple exchanged glances again. "Well, do you want to?" "What do you think" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes" Holding hands they turned towards the older couple and said "Let's do this."

"Are you sure?" asked Booth, "Because once I make this phone call, you're getting married tomorrow. No turning back. No changing your minds."

"We're sure."

The food arrived, everyone dug in except Booth. They listened as he made a phone call. "Hey Caroline. Who owes you a favor in the clerk's office? Oh, don't give me that, I know you have something on somebody, you always do. You need to cash it in. Because, who would you rather have owe you a favor - a lowly government employee in the clerks office or your two favorite FBI agents? Aubrey needs a marriage license for tomorrow. Set it up and text him the name and details. Yes, you heard me right. No, we only owe you one, not two because I know deep down you are a hopeless romantic Cheri." He hung up. "Give her 15 minutes. So, what time and where tomorrow?" He started eating.

Aubrey and Jessica debated back and forth, finally settling on a park in Georgetown where they would often sit and eat ice cream. "There's a great Thai restaurant around the corner for dinner afterwards" said Aubrey. "So, 4 o'clock?"

Booth grabbed his phone. "Aldo. No, I know what time it is. It's not THAT early. Shut up and listen ok? I need you at Georgetown Park tomorrow at 4, bring whatever official stuff to handle a wedding. Oh, come on, you know the bar is dead on a Thursday you can get someone to cover for you for an hour. Call Wendall if you need to, and tell him I'm cashing in the favor he owes me. Come on man. Ok, you know that 30 year old single malt Bones' publishing house sent? It's yours. Aubrey and Jessica. Yea, the ones that were engaged at Christmas. Deal. They'll meet you in the park tomorrow."

"You're going to sacrifice the good scotch? Oh, man, there is no way I can pay you back for that" Aubrey looked nervous.

"Relax, you don't have to. Once he found out it was you guys, he relented. I don't have to give him the bottle, but I can only drink it with him."

Aubrey's phone chimed. "It's from Caroline. We have an appointment with John at the clerks office at noon."

"Rings?" asked Booth

"We already have those. Picked them out when we had Jess' engagement ring sized."

"Okay, license, officiant, rings. What else?" Booth was grinning.

Jessica dug in her bag for her phone and a business card. She dialed a number and waited impatiently for the recipients voice mail to pick up. "Amber, this is is Jessica Warren, I was the redhead in your shop last weekend that fell in love with the ivory lace dress in the window and let my cousin talk me out of it. It was still there last night and I know you don't open till 10, but if you get this early, I'll be there as soon as possible to pick up that dress." She ended the call and beamed at her husband to be. "I've got a dress!"

"Flowers would be nice" offered Brennan softly.

Booth texted Aubrey a number. "Ask for Marie. She's the owner of the flower shop on M street. Tell her your my friend."

"Oh she does lovely bouquets" Brennan gushed.

The younger couple exchanged incredulous glances. Dr B was gushing? Booth was on a first name basis with a florist? Who knew?

Jessica was now beaming. "Oh wow. This is really happening?"

Aubrey was looking a little dazed. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Wait, we need one more thing. Witnesses." They looked at each other, then glanced across the table to their friends. "Would you mind?"

"We'd be delighted" said Dr. Brennan. "Let me call Max, I'm pretty sure he can watch the kids." She started looking for her phone.

"Actually, Dr. B." Jessica hesitated "I think a flower girl and ring bearer would make it a perfect day."

"Christine will be thrilled." said Brennan smiling.

Aubrey held his coffee cup in toast. "To our wedding"

"To a happy marriage" Booth replied. 4 mugs clinked. Two couples kissed.