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. Sorry for not updating in a while. The plot-bunnies for one of my other stories took over and I just now was able to escape.

The elevator doors opened and Damon stepped out, feeling rather self-concious. The room still looked the same. Tony and McGee to his right, While Gibbs and Ziva's desks to his left. Gibbs was conspicuously absent, so Tony was busy throwing paper air-planes at a typing McGee. Damon let out a breath that he had been unconciously holding in, and Ziva squeezed his hand. "Relax Damon, you need to learn to relax." He smiled at her. "I'll relax when people stop shooting at me, thank you very much."

She smiled in spite of herself. Her smile got wider as she saw the look of disbelief on Tony's face. He still had'nt forgiven Damon for dislocating his nose. "Oh my God, he's back." McGee looked up from his computer, and his jaw dropped when he saw Damon. "He..hello, Corporal Werth." Damon nodded. "DiNozzo, McGee."

"Where's Gibbs?"

"He's in MTAC with the Director."

Ziva looked over at Damon, and a silent converation passed between them "Ok, when he gets out, you three meet us in Abby's lab, and make sure NO ONE tells the director. At least not yet." McGee and Tony glanced back and forth at each other. They really weren't sure about that. Tony, however, was busy looking at Damon and Ziva's entertwined hands. Thats when he decide that he was willing to do it, especially if it meant getting Werth in trouble. "Sure." he said with a smarmy smile. "No problem. I'll let him know just as soon as he's free." Ziva frowned at the look on his face but said nothing about it. "Alright. See you guys in a few minutes."

She waited till the elevator doors shut before bursting intopeals of laughter. "ou are so mean!" she laughed. "You don't need to terrify everyone you meet." He grinned back. "They just need to remember, I am the top dog." "Don't let Gibbs hear you say that." He laughed. "Trust me, I'm not THAT stupid."

Once they reached the basement where the morgue and Abby's labby were, he pause outside the lab. They could see through the doors that Abby had her back to them, Swaying back and forth. Since there was no music blaring, she apparently had her earbuds in. That's when a wild thought cossed Damon's mind. He silently pushed the door open and the pair slipped in, unnoticed. Once inside, he pulled away frm Ziva, and crept up behind Abby, and in one swift move, he swept her up into his arms and spun her around a few times. Her shriek of fear soon turned into happy laughter. Once he put her down, she yanked her earbuds out and turned to see who was behind her.

"Damon? Oh sweetheart I'v missed you."

She wrapped her arms around him tightly. "What are you doing here? Look at your hair, I love it." At this, she reached up and tugged his pontail lightly. "You said it would be a few months before you came back."

He gave her a sarcastic smile. "I was hoping to surprise you, but I got into a head on collision with a bullet. It was going up one side of the street, I was on the other, next thing I knew, it jumped the center line and BAM!"

"Oh Damon! Are you ok?" Shee loked him over critically, as if she had missed something the first time around.

He nodded the the petite goth. "Yeah, Im ok. Ziva patched me up. She's a good medic."

Abby suddenly grabbed his hand. "Yeah, but I still want you to see Ducky. Not that I don't trust Ziva, its just Ducky's a doctor. Well ok he's actually a medical examiner, but..." Her excited sentence was cut off when Damon put his hand over her mouth. "Ok, Abby. If it will make you feel better, then I'll go."

"Corporal Werth, my dear boy. How are you? You said you wouldn't be here fore a few more months. Did the plans change?" Ducky questioned. Damon gave him an embarrassed smile. "Not to good Doctor. I was out on the street last night and somebody took a shot at me. Thankfully, all it did was graze my side. Ziva was able to take care of it, however, that answer wasn't good enough for Abby. She would like you to take a look at it for me."

"Of course, of course. Always happy to help a friend in need. Looking over the wounds of my living friends its starting to become a bit of a habit, I'm afraid. Perhaps I should have become a doctor instead. So, how about your plans?"

Damon hopped up onto one of the autopsy tables. "No, nothing has changed. Not yet at least." Once on the table, he tugged off his shirt, wincing slightly as the cold air hit his bared skin. Ziva was more than content to quietly stare, but not Abby.

"Damn Damon! You do know about the mandatory drug testing, right?"

He laughed. Won't do me any good. My doctor has me on low dose steroids for my anemia. He said that I was tDoing the right thing, the wrong way'. I was giving myself too high a dose, thus the psychotic break."He hung his head slightly, ashamed. Ziva quietly touched his hand. He looked up, and their eyes met in a moment of silent understanding.

Thats when the doors slid open. "Jethro, come to check on the poor boy have you? I assure you, his wounds look much worse than they actually are."

During this, Abby glanced over at Ziva, without her friend noticing. She was too busy staring at Damon. Abby wondered if Ziva knew how bad she had it for the disgraced marine. Thats when a sneaky little idea blossomed in her dark little head. First however, she needed to find out how Damon felt about Ziva.

Gibbs turned to Damon, who still sat on the autopsy shook his head with a sigh. "Damnit, Damon. What have you got yourself into this time?"

not too happy with tis chapter. Had a hard time making it move. Hopefully, the next one will be much better.