A/N Thank you for the reviews. Sorry for the delay, I can only have so much time on my Dad's computer. Now to add a little hunk of somthin' in the mix. I don't own NCIS. Boo-hoo.

Previously on Chelsea

"What are YOU doing here!"

McGee and Ziva stared at the person that had just entered the bullpen.

"Damon?" Ziva said, standing and coming around her desk, "What are you doing here?"

Damon Werth just stood there, looking miserable. His hair was a mess and he hadn't shaved, making him look a lot like a Neanderthal.

"What is the matter?" Ziva asked, setting her hand on his arm.

McGee couldn't help but feel a jolt of intense jealousy at Ziva's gesture.

"How can we help you Damon?" McGee asked a bit more harshly than he meant to.

"I-I-" Damon was struggling to talk, so Ziva ushered him into Tony's chair, "my stepsister is Petty Officer Laurie Wendell."

McGee and Ziva looked at each other for the first time that morning.

"Your stepsister?" McGee asked again, raising his eyebrows at Ziva.

"I knew something was wrong!" Damon said angrily, jumping to his feet.

McGee stepped back, remembering the pain Damon's anger had inflicted a couple years ago.

"What do you mean 'wrong' Damon?" Ziva asked, having not flinched.

"Ever since Laurie told me she was pregnant," Damon began, sitting back down, "she acted weird."

"Weird how?" McGee asked, sitting in front of his computer again.

"She avoided all the normal questions." Damon said, turning to face McGee, "She got upset if you asked if it was a boy or a girl. Or if you asked how far along she was."

"Was Corporal Thomas Grey the father?" Ziva asked, leaning on Tony's desk, arms crossed.

"When I asked that," Damon said, facing Ziva, "she stopped speaking to me for weeks."

"She was mad?"

"No," Damon answered, palms up in the air, "she was scared."

"Of what?" McGee asked.

"Hell if I know." Damon snapped.

Ziva crouched down and braced her self on either side of the chair where Damon sat.

"We cannot tell you about the case, but I promise we are working hard to find out who did this." Ziva said in a soft but firm tone.

Damon grabbed her and hugged her and Ziva hugged back in surprise. McGee jumped to his feet, hurt. But Ziva let go before McGee had to vocalize his objections.

"Damon, it will be ok." Ziva said, standing.

"Thanks," Damon said, wiping a stray tear off his face, "tell Gibbs I was here?"

"Yes." McGee said, struggling to remain calm, "He'll want to talk to you."

"Thank you, McGee." Damon said, shaking his hand, "Thank you Ziva."

It didn't escape McGee's notice, or Ziva's for that matter, that Damon deliberately held Ziva's gaze as he shook hands with her. By now McGee was boiling. Sure, it sucked that his sister died, but still.

While he was brooding, Damon had left. Then he realized that he was still mad at Ziva and couldn't yell at her for this latest development. With a sigh, he returned to his phone calls.

Hair Brained was busy store at Braddock Mall, and a large one. Gibbs and Tony dodged bizarre teens and gross old people with purple and teal wigs. They finally reached the check out counter in the center of the store.

"Did you enjoy your time here at Hair Brained?" a teen at the desk said in a bored tone, not even looking up at them.

"Not at all." Gibbs said.

"How can I help you?" she asked, sitting up a little.

"We need to speak to your manager." Gibbs said, showing her his badge.

The girl left to go to the back of the store. Gibbs realized that Tony was quiet. Too quiet. He turn to find that the younger man was not behind him.

"Hey Boss, look!"

Gibbs turned to the voice, and even his stoic persona couldn't help but smile. Somehow, Tony had managed to put on an orange beehive wig that had cupcakes badly glued to it.

"Knock it off DiNozzo." Gibbs barked, but Tony knew he thought it was funny.

"My name is Joe Cuddy, I am the manager of Hair Brained."

Gibbs and Tony turned to see a small man in a bad suit and an ugly hair piece standing in front of them.

"I'm Agent Gibbs, this is DiNozzo." Gibbs introduced, "Do you have a way to compare a single strand of synthetic hair to one of your wigs?"

"Of course," Mr. Cuddy beamed, "I pride myself in having the most unique type of wigs in all of D.C.!"

"That's for sure." Tony said, looking at a vomit-colored Pippy Longstocking wig.

"Uh- well ok," Gibbs said, "thank you Mr. Cuddy."

As they walked away, Gibbs pulled out his phone.

"Hey Abby," Gibbs said when she answered, "in your spare time, I need you to go to Hair Brained and test each wig."

Gibbs grimaced as he held the phone away from his ear.

"I know you're busy Abs," he said soothingly, "when you have time."

Gibbs hung up to find his Senior agent missing again.

"Dammit DiNozzo!"

Meanwhile Ducky was intensely studying Laurie Wendell's file. He had come up with a few observations, but he knew Gibbs would want more. He clicked on his recorder.

"Dr. Donald Mallard speaking. Petty Officer Laurie Wendell is a well-rounded all American girl. She joined the military out of family duty. Her father was a gunnery sergeant and her mother was a lieutenant. She was outgoing. She had high accommodations from both instructors and peers. She had an above average intelligence."

Ducky sighed as he turned off his recorder. No, this would not please Gibbs.

McGee had finally wrangled a warrant out of the law abyss. He sighed a sigh of relief, glad he had something for Gibbs.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Chelsea hurled her little body into McGee. He saw that she had been crying.

"Chels, hey, hey, Chels." McGee said, picking her up, "What's wrong?"

Ziva had hurried to McGee's side. Cynthia came rushing into the bullpen.

"What happened?" Ziva snapped at her.

It was only then that they saw the blood dripping down Cynthia's face.