Hey, sorry that it has been so long since I have updated, but I have been so busy with soccer and with school (notice how soccer comes first) and I have just been to tired to write, so I am going to try and get this done by the end of the period, but I make no guarantees, so lets get started, yes?

Ducky finished with Megan and helped her off the table. They went upstairs to the bullpen and Ducky walked up to Gibb's desk, with Megan looming behind him. Gibbs looked up from the work he was doing; "What did you find, Duck?"

"Well, she has two broken ribs, a few cracked ones and bruising on her sternum as well as on her legs, arms, and stomach, as I'm sure that you saw. This reminds me of a time when I was in Africa aiding as a doctor's assistant and this poor young girl was abused many times by her father, and-" Ducky started to ramble.

Gibbs cut him off; "Duck, so is so okay, or is she going to need to see a doctor?"

"I'm fine! There's no need to make a such a big deal out of this!" Megan told Gibbs, but he ignored her and continued to stare at Ducky looking for an answer, causing Megan to sigh and cross her arms, then, remembering that it hurt to do that, she uncrossed them and pushed her hands into her pockets.

"She will be okay after a while, but she shouldn't do too much for the next three or four weeks." Ducky told the younger man.

"What! Three or four weeks!" Megan cried, "When I had taken a bullet through my stomach, I was back in the field after a week and a half!"

"Wait!" Tony said standing up, "When were you shot in the stomach?"

"When I was on a mission in France, I had to . . . " she started but then noticed that everyone was starring at her, "Um, lets just say that the French officers got a little trigger happy," she stated, "Oh, and don't tell anyone that I said that, according to the French embassy, I was never in France."

"Yes, I did notice that wound, I would like to see that again after all the swelling has gone down, just to make sure that all the fragments were collected out of the wound, it looked as though there might be a few still in the wound because it was improperly taken care of, and you didn't-"

"I'm fine, Doctor Mallard." Megan told him sternly.

"And do you mind if I ask you who let you back into the field so early?" Ducky asked her.

"Well," Megan started to answer, but then realized where he was going with the question, then she hesitated; "I don't know who it was exactly that let me back into the field." She lied.

"Yes you do, and I have a feeling I do to." Gibbs said, "Was it not Director David?"

"Well, okay, it was, but he-" she started to defend, but this time Ziva cut her off.

"You should know that my father does not have your, or anyone really, well being in mind when he makes those decisions, he doesn't care because he always has a back up if you are lost."

"Whatever! I will not stand here and listen to this crap. Even if I am in America, I still operate under Mossad." She told them fiercely, she turned and walked away.

"Hey!" Gibbs snapped, causing Megan to stop in her tracks, "Get back over here!"

By this point, Gibbs had stood up and walked around his desk and was starring at her. Megan turned around and took one step over towards Gibbs, but no more, "What?" She asked him.

"You are still under protective custody. You are not allowed to leave the building without an agent accompanying you." He told her strictly, "Do you understand?"

"I don't have to be under your custody, I can protect myself." She snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest, then realizing that she had done that again and it still hurt, she shoved them in her pockets again.

"Obviously you can't take care of yourself, seeing what happened last night." Ziva told her, coming over to where she was.

"I have been through worst." Megan told her.

"Yes, I'm sure, with my father has your boss, but please, just stay here with us, just until everything heals, then we can talk about what happens next, but please, just stay under our custody for a while, we still need to find Maria's murderer, and . . ."

"Fine, I will stay with NCIS for a little while longer, but I want my weapons back." She said, walking over to Tony's desk seeing that he was the one who took her weapons, "And I would like Maria's as well please."

After collecting her weapons and putting them in her bag, she slipped away to find somewhere quiet to be, she was feeling really tired.

"She won't be able to go far, the pain killers that I gave her will make her extremely tired and it should be kicking in any time soon." Ducky told the crew, and they got back to work.

Sorry that this took so long, and that its so short, but I have to leave for a soccer game in a few minutes and I still need to change, but I just wanted to get this up because it is written and that's pretty exciting! Hahaha, I can't tell you how many chapters I have written in my physics notebook, but I just don't have the time to type them.

Please review and I hope you enjoyed,

Chrisie Morgan