Happiest Day
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Category:
M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,029
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
a NCIS wedding
Authors Note: This story was written before Judgement Day aired, so parts are no longer strictly cannon.
7.
They had just begun the reception when it happened, what they had all been dreading. The room suddenly filled with the sound of pagers going off and about nine people dove for the their small devices. It was a hostage situation, a naval officer had gone seemingly mad, snatched a little girl, and barricaded them both into an abandon warehouse. They all looked at each other, for a moment, all of them in their best clothes ready to eat. Then en-mass they where heading for the cars. Ducky, Palmer and Abby headed in Ducky’s car back the to the labs. Jen, Tony and Ziva, who had all materialized guns from seemingly nowhere, sprinted for one car, and Tobias and the newly weds for the other. The rest of the guests were left to figure it out for themselves.
It took them hours, as it always did. Cases weren’t solves fast, Abby knew this, as she swept around her lab still in full black dress, hair piled on top of her head, now with the addition of a lab coat. She was only grateful it wasn’t longer when she finally heard the commotion outside her lab. Quickly she scooted out of the lab and heading towards autopsy and the noise. They were all there, in more or less one piece. Ziva’s good dress was torn and she seemed to have dirt or grease all over her arms and face, Jen was still wearing a bullet proof vest, over her good suit, Fornell seems to have lost his suit jacket somewhere, while Tony and Gibbs were supporting between them a rather stunned looking Tim.
“Tim! Is he ok?”
Abby practically sprinted toward the group and Gibbs looked up from were he was helping Tim onto one of the autopsy tables.
“He took a bullet to his vest. He should be fine though.”
Ducky was moving forward still also in his good clothes with the lab coat over it. He opened Tim’s silk shirt and examined the impressively large bruise forming on his chest.
“You’re quite right Jethro. He’ll be fine, but he’ll want to put some ice on it. How was the outcome of the mission by the way?”
“We got the girl out unharmed, but the sailor blew his brains out before we could get to him.”
Ducky sighed then nodded.
“Well it could have been worse.”
Gibbs eyes traveled back to Tim who was now holding an ice pack to his chest.
“Yeah, it could have been.”
Then Gibbs was moving, catching Tim’s face between his hands and kissing him. It wasn’t light either, nor modest like it had been earlier that day, but long, hard, and deep and Tim was kissing him back. Finally they pulled apart, Gibbs still cradling Tim’s face. Gibbs stroked Tim’s cheek softly with his fingers and when he spoke his voice was so low even Tim could barely hear him.
“My husband. I could have lost my husband.”
And that was then when it became real, for both of them, and Tim smiled emanating pure joy, and Gibbs smiled back just as bright. It was only then that they realized everyone else around them was clapping and applauding them.
“I believe we never did get to celebrate properly.”
Ducky was holding a bottle of very expensive scotch. They all found cups or things that could decently pass, the scotch was pored all around, and Ducky raised his teacup.
“To the happy couple.”
Arrayed around NCIS autopsy, sitting on examination tables, stools and the floor they all toasted, and drank and laughed. Jen gave her best man speech, Tony told stories and jokes that made Tim turn everything from gray, to green to bright red and Gibbs slapped him every time Tony got too close to where Gibbs stood arm around Tim’s shoulders. Abby told stories that were almost as bad and sometimes worse then Tony’s, and Ziva lead the singing with a traditional, and extremely bawdy, wedding song in Hebrew. Tim leaned his head against Gibbs’s shoulder and Gibbs kept his arm tightly around Tim. It wasn’t the wedding they’d planned, but it was their life, and it was good enough. ‘My husband’ Tim thought ‘my husband’, and couldn’t stop himself from smiling, yes it was definitely good enough.
7.
They had just begun the reception when it happened, what they had all been dreading. The room suddenly filled with the sound of pagers going off and about nine people dove for the their small devices. It was a hostage situation, a naval officer had gone seemingly mad, snatched a little girl, and barricaded them both into an abandon warehouse. They all looked at each other, for a moment, all of them in their best clothes ready to eat. Then en-mass they where heading for the cars. Ducky, Palmer and Abby headed in Ducky’s car back the to the labs. Jen, Tony and Ziva, who had all materialized guns from seemingly nowhere, sprinted for one car, and Tobias and the newly weds for the other. The rest of the guests were left to figure it out for themselves.
It took them hours, as it always did. Cases weren’t solves fast, Abby knew this, as she swept around her lab still in full black dress, hair piled on top of her head, now with the addition of a lab coat. She was only grateful it wasn’t longer when she finally heard the commotion outside her lab. Quickly she scooted out of the lab and heading towards autopsy and the noise. They were all there, in more or less one piece. Ziva’s good dress was torn and she seemed to have dirt or grease all over her arms and face, Jen was still wearing a bullet proof vest, over her good suit, Fornell seems to have lost his suit jacket somewhere, while Tony and Gibbs were supporting between them a rather stunned looking Tim.
“Tim! Is he ok?”
Abby practically sprinted toward the group and Gibbs looked up from were he was helping Tim onto one of the autopsy tables.
“He took a bullet to his vest. He should be fine though.”
Ducky was moving forward still also in his good clothes with the lab coat over it. He opened Tim’s silk shirt and examined the impressively large bruise forming on his chest.
“You’re quite right Jethro. He’ll be fine, but he’ll want to put some ice on it. How was the outcome of the mission by the way?”
“We got the girl out unharmed, but the sailor blew his brains out before we could get to him.”
Ducky sighed then nodded.
“Well it could have been worse.”
Gibbs eyes traveled back to Tim who was now holding an ice pack to his chest.
“Yeah, it could have been.”
Then Gibbs was moving, catching Tim’s face between his hands and kissing him. It wasn’t light either, nor modest like it had been earlier that day, but long, hard, and deep and Tim was kissing him back. Finally they pulled apart, Gibbs still cradling Tim’s face. Gibbs stroked Tim’s cheek softly with his fingers and when he spoke his voice was so low even Tim could barely hear him.
“My husband. I could have lost my husband.”
And that was then when it became real, for both of them, and Tim smiled emanating pure joy, and Gibbs smiled back just as bright. It was only then that they realized everyone else around them was clapping and applauding them.
“I believe we never did get to celebrate properly.”
Ducky was holding a bottle of very expensive scotch. They all found cups or things that could decently pass, the scotch was pored all around, and Ducky raised his teacup.
“To the happy couple.”
Arrayed around NCIS autopsy, sitting on examination tables, stools and the floor they all toasted, and drank and laughed. Jen gave her best man speech, Tony told stories and jokes that made Tim turn everything from gray, to green to bright red and Gibbs slapped him every time Tony got too close to where Gibbs stood arm around Tim’s shoulders. Abby told stories that were almost as bad and sometimes worse then Tony’s, and Ziva lead the singing with a traditional, and extremely bawdy, wedding song in Hebrew. Tim leaned his head against Gibbs’s shoulder and Gibbs kept his arm tightly around Tim. It wasn’t the wedding they’d planned, but it was their life, and it was good enough. ‘My husband’ Tim thought ‘my husband’, and couldn’t stop himself from smiling, yes it was definitely good enough.