I do not own NCIS or any of its characters, especially Damon Werth. I wish I owned him, but sadly I dont. Very sadly. First NCIS fic so please read and review. Im begging. Thank you earanemith for your newest review and encouraging words, again. A big thank you to Nemisses for your story alert.
Ziva was slow to wake the next morning, but once she had, everything came flooding back. She sat bolt upright and looked around for any sign of Damon. He was nowhere in her room which, to her, was a relief. He was probably in the living room still asleep. Shrugging, she quickly and quietly began to dress. Technically, she had the day off and wasnt due to go in, so she dressed down in a pair of jeans and a tank top. Once her morning ritual was over, she slipped down the hallway to the livingroom. There, she found Damon stretched out on the couch. Her pet cat, Gypsy, was curled up on top of him, purring like a cat posessed. Ziva stood there, thinking for a moment. Considering how high-strung he had been in the past, she knew that shaking him awake was out of the question. So was trying to get him up verbally. Then, she had a moment of utter brilliance. She moved to the kitchen and pulled out a pack of bacon. She remembered Tony saying once that instead of buying exspensive perfume, women should just rub themselves down with a slab of bacon. Thats wht turned him on. Usually, she didnt eat the stuff, but for some reason the week before, she had bought it on a whim.
While the bacon started sizzling in the pan, she noticed something out of the ordinary. Folded up neatly on her dryer, was the comforter from her bed. She hadnt even noticed that it was missing from her room. She gave herself a mental headslap, Gibbs style. She was starting to get sloppy in her complacency. She also realized that he had actually taken the extra step and washed it free of blood, and had then dried it. What was that man thinking? I hope he realizes that he didnt HAVE to do that. Ziva heard a soft chiming sound behind her, interrupting her internal thought process. Her beloved four legged mammal was patiently waiting for her breakfast, which was long overdue. After feeding Gypsy, She transferred the bacon to a plate and replaced it in the pan with a couple of eggs. While they fried, she scooped the kitten up into her arms. "What do you think Gyppy?" She cooed. "Do you think Damon will wake up when he smells his breakfast?" The calico wriggled free from her arms and delicately lept to the floor. Ziva turned back to her eggs, and was just plating them when she sensed someone standing behind her. She spun to find Damon standing about a foot away.
"Dammnit Damon! Do you have to sneak up on me like that?"
He gave her a rare smile, showing off a set of heavenly dimples. "Yeah. I like making you jump."
Ziva tried her hardest to be mad at him, but couldnt. She just shook her head at him. "Your going to do that one day and your gonna end up getting shot. By me! I'll let you know right now, I don't shot to wound. I shoot to kill !"
He shrugged nonchalantly as he sat down to eat. "Whats the point in shooting someone just to wound them. If your going to shoot, make sure they stay down. Thats my advice."
Ziva nodded at the wisdom in his words. Thats how they were trained in Mossad. She could honestly see his point of view. She could also see something else. "Damon? Did you let your hair grow out again? I could have sworn it was short the last time I saw you."
He ran a hand through it self consciously. "Yeah. Abby told me that she liked it long. That it gave me a more 'dangerous' look. Very sexy. She also told me that she gave you a cat for your birthday." He indicated Gypsy with his head. "Is that her?"
Ziva was shocked at the idea of Abby and Damon talking to each other. The last time she had heard, Abby hated Damon for what he had done to her, Tony, and McGee. "Yeah, thats my Gypsy. I still don't understand the point of giving presents just to celebrate your coming into this world, but now I wouldn't give that cat up for anything in this world." Damon smiled again. He never would have pegged Ziva for an animal lover.
"So, whats the plan for today?"
"I was hoping you could tell me."
He chewed thoughtfully. "Well, I would like to go how real quick so I could change my clothes, and then we could go to NCIS afterwards. I really don't want to show up wearing a bloodstained t-shirt and jeans."
Ziva frowned at that. If they went back, he would be a prime target for snipers, or, they might have laid out an ambush and were just waiting for him to show up. Either situation ended with the same thing. Damon getting shot at again. She started to tell him that it was out of the question, but when he turned the full force of his eyes on her, she found herself relenting. "Ok. As long as you make it fast. I dont want you to be a target any longer than is absolutely necessary."
He gave her a devilish smile. "Some of the best things in life are slow,and I happen to do them all very well."
"Give me one example."
"I'll give you three. Slow dancing, leads to slow kissing which turns into slow..." His smile widened."I'll explain the last one later. Now is not the time, we need to go."
He hurried out the door leaving Ziva to wonder what he meant by that last comment.
She knew this was a bad idea. Her eyes were constantly scanning for any potential threat. The front door, fire escape, the rooftops opposite his building, a continual circuit. "Damon, hurry it up. We got to go."
"Alright, I'm coming I'm coming. Relax." Ziva turned towards his voice just i time to see a glimpse of skin dissapear beneath his shirt. "I cant relax, because thats when mistakes happen. People get hurt."
Damon thought saw a fleeting, haunting look of pain in her eyes as she said this, but it was gone in an instant. He wondered if he had actually imagined it. of "I wonder what Gibbs is going to say when he sees me."
Now we get to the good stuff. What will Gibbs say? What did Damon and Abby say to each other that made them such good friends? Will Ziva realize her feelings for Damon, and what will Tony have to say about that?
