"I now pronounce you…husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!

McGee leaned in, kissing Delilah and sealing their new fate. The crowd smiled, tears falling from family members faces as the two newlyweds parted and held up their hands in unison. McGee kept a hold of Delilah's hand, helping her down the few stairs from where they were standing and they made their way back down the aisle to exit.

Ziva ushered Isabella and Ty to follow "Uncle McGee" down the aisle, cringing when she realized she had to follow her kids with none other than Tony himself. She almost stumbled behind her children when Tony linked arms with her and slowed down their pace as they followed their children.

"Don't." She whispered, faking a smile for the crowd to see.

"Doctor Douche? Really?" He whispered back.

"None of your business," Her eyes stayed focused on the crowd around her, questioning why the aisle seemed so long to walk down now.

"You really are going to replace me with him, with our kids?" Tony's voice was curt.

"You lost every right with them when you walked away," She scolded in a hush tone, trying to force room between their bodies without making a scene, but his linked arm was holding her tightly in place. If she really wanted to, she could have him down on the ground and bleeding in a heartbeat. Better not do that at a wedding, Ziva.

"You kicked me out, I didn't want to leave." He fought back, looking towards the crowd quick to pretend he cared about anything else at the moment.

"My father cheated… you knew that. Your father cheated… no surprise who copied the trend. If I thought you would do that, I would have never mar" She bit back, not finishing the sentence. She finally looked at him, his eyes screaming in pain that she had only seen when the hood ripped off her head in Somalia.

"You would have never married me? Hm?" He stared straight into her eyes, getting closer to her as they followed their children into the hallway.

Since they were in the hallway with people who knew their story, Ziva ripped her arms away from him in a hurried fashion and tried hassling her children away from Tony.

"Daddy!" Ty smiled, "You came," He ran up to his father, hugging him tightly.

"Yeah, bud." Tony was caught off guard that his son hadn't turned on him yet.

"Da-da!" Isabella giggled, running over to join her father and brother from Ziva's grip on her.

"Hi, princess! Look how beautiful you look!" Tony spoke in a soft voice, breaking Ziva's heart as he watched him pick both of their children up in a tight bear hug. "God, I've missed you guys unbelievably." His eyes were closed as he spoke, living in the moment and Ziva could tell from his facial expression that he was close to breaking.

"I look like Bond!" Ty pulled back from his father's embrace, pulling on his suit coat to show Tony.

"You certainly do, bud! I'm impressed!" Tony smiled, kissing his forehead and leaning to the left to kiss Isabella's forehead.

"Tony!" A voice called from down the hall. "There you are!" The voice was closer and Ziva's primal instincts kicked in.

"Oh," Tony turned around with both of his kids in his arms, "Lisa." He wasn't sure what to do in this moment.

"Hi, you two! We haven't formally met!" Lisa cooed at Isabella and Ty who had a disgusted look on their face as they watched her.

"Nope, you haven't," Tony stated, not going out of his way to introduce them or making any sudden movements to listen to where Ziva was. Much to his expectation, there was Ziva in front of him like a flash, pouncing as a lioness to grab her children from him.

"Ima!" Ty groaned, grabbing a hold of Tony not to let go.

"Come on! We have to go to the reception and eat dinner!" She tried using food as an excuse to persuade her children to leave.

"Okay…" Both of the children murmured, transferring over to their mother's arms.

Ziva silently thanked whatever God she could at the moment that both of her children had their father's appetite and glanced quickly at the heartbroken look on Tony's face. She took both of them to the reception room down the hall. Luckily, everything was on the same resort and hotel that they were staying at, so they didn't have to go far.

-x-

Round dinner tables dressed in white table cloths covered the reception room, leaving room for a small dancefloor in the back corner. Unlike usual wedding receptions, there was no long, rectangular table where the bride and groom sat with their groomsmen and bridesmaid. Instead, in the middle of the room was rounded table much larger than the rest that was perfectly laid out for the wedding party with name tags.

Ziva studied where everyone was sitting after seating Isabella in a high chair and Ty next to her. There was an empty seat left next to her for a special guest and diagonal from her sat Tony and his date.

To her surprise, Mark had already made his way into the reception room from the crowds to sit next to her. He slid his arms across her shoulder, leaning in to whisper how beautiful she looked. She blushed, flashing her eyes up to meet Tony who was indeed staring at her and Mark.

"Why is he here?" Ty shouted, pounding his fork on the table. "I don't want him here," He complained, repeating the banging noise that sounded off the table with his fork.

"Ty!" Ziva reprimanded, taking the fork away from him and leaned forward. 'If you do not behave, we are going to leave and go home. Is that what you want?"

Ty shook his head and slouched back into his seat with a pout. He peered over the table at what he could see, immediately spying Tony. Tony nodded at him before returning back to watch Mark, who now had his arm around Ziva's back.

Others who joined McGee and Delilah on their special day made their way to their designated seats around the room, awaiting the uncomfortable night that was barely started.

Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?