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Previously on Chelsea

"You guys are in for a BIG assignment." Gibbs said in his 'impending doom' tone.

McGee and Ziva immediately felt knots in their stomach. Now would have been the perfect time for someone to have yelled: "INCOMING!"

McGee settled Chelsea in Jenny's office, then headed down to the bullpen where Gibbs was going to explain the mission.

But when he got down there, Gibbs was grumbling angrily at his desk.

'What happened?' he mouthed to Tony, who was quiet.

Tony just shook his head, is eyes wide with warning.

McGee smiled at Ziva who shyly smiled back. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tony pretending to gag. Ziva must have told him about her and himself.

"Tony, Ziva bring in Damon Werth." Gibbs said, looking very conflicted.

Neither Tony or Ziva moved. "Boss, I know he's had some trouble in the past, but-"

"DiNozzo, it wasn't a suggestion." Gibbs said tiredly.

Tony and Ziva quietly gathered their belongings. They hesitated at the elevator as if Gibbs would call them back and say it was a joke.

But Gibbs didn't joke.

"Gibbs…" McGee was at a loss, "why?"

"The footage from the wig store shows Werth buying the wig we matched with the synthetic hair."

"No way Boss!" McGee exclaimed.

"Look into his financials McGee." Gibbs said, not looking at McGee.

"But-"

"Do it McGee!" Gibbs yelled, slamming his fist onto his desk.

McGee jumped and began typing. He felt so bad invading a friend's life.

"Knock on his door." Ziva said as they reached the front of Damon's house.

"You knock on the door." Tony said, shaking his head.

"How about rock, paper, scissors?" Ziva offered.

"How about I just answer the door."

Tony and Ziva both jumped when the door opened. They froze.

"Can I help you?" Damon asked, "Did you find something out about my stepsister?

"You gotta come with us Damon." Tony said, not holding eye contact.

"I'm sorry." Ziva added.

Damon looked completely confused. "What? Why?"

"Gibbs wants to talk to you." Tony said, lightly grasping Damon's arm.

Damon didn't fight like Ziva thought he would, but she could see that he was hurt, feeling betrayed. She felt horrible. All part of the new thing she was trying out: emotions.

Gibbs knew his agents were mad. Abby was inconsolable, rejecting the Calf-POW's he tried to bring her. They thought that he had decided that Damon had done it. But he hadn't. But he had to get some answers, and he could probably find some in Damon's statement. He walked into interrogations.

"Déjà vu, right Gibbs?" Damon's face was somber.

Gibbs didn't answer as he sat down in front of him.

"What the hell is going on Gibbs?" Damon cried.

"I need some honest answers Werth." Gibbs responded.

"Anything, you know that." Damon assured Gibbs.

Gibbs laid out three black and white photos and the evidence bag with the strand of hair in front of Damon.

"Why were you buying a wig at Hair Brained?" Gibbs asked.

"A wig?" Damon stammered.

Gibbs pointed to the video camera photos. "What have you gotten into Werth?"

Damon was silent for a moment, it seemed like he was going to stonewall Gibbs. "I am part of a recovery team. Sometimes I need a disguise."

"A recovery team?" Gibbs said, raising his eyebrows.

"Me and a couple of guys created a team that recovers things."

"Like?" Gibbs prodded.

"Well, for example, we recovered a car from a lady's ex-husband. He had stolen it from her." Damon explained.

"What did you use the wig for?" Gibbs asked.

"I had to recover a ring from a drug pusher." Damon continued, "I didn't want him to remember me."

Gibbs nodded and wrote notes on his paper.

"What does my recovery methods have to do with anything?" Damon asked, becoming confused and defensive.

Gibbs looked him in the eye. "This strand is from that wig. We found it on one of our dead women."

Damon paled. "Gibbs! I didn't-" Gibbs put up his hand.

"Who else had access to the wig?" Gibbs asked.

"It's in our office, so my partners." Damon said, upset.

"You know I need names Werth."

"Kyle Rush, Harvey Norris, and Wendy Kershall." Damon rattled off, not hesitating a moment.

Gibbs turned to the two-way.

Behind the glass stood Tony, Ziva, and McGee.

"I've got Rush." Tony said, heading out.

"I've got Norris." McGee said, following.

"That leaves me with Kershall." Ziva said, taking one last look at Damon before leaving.

"Am I under arrest?" Damon asked, his voice strained.

"No, you're free to go." Gibbs said, standing and motioning Damon to do the same.

They entered the hall in silence when Damon move in front of Gibbs' path.

"Do you really think I would do this Gibbs?" Damon asked in a low voice, really hurt. Gibbs had always been good to him whenever he messed up or needed help.

"No." Gibbs said, still stone faced.

Damon smiled. That's all that he needed.

In the bull pen, the team was quietly researching their assigned subjects.

"Hey guys."

They looked up to see Damon.

"Where's Gibbs?" Tony asked.

"He's gone to see Abby." Damon answered, "What's wrong with you guys?"

"We hated taking you in like that." Ziva said, walking over to him, "We felt-"

"Guilty." McGee offered, also standing.

"Yeah," Tony said, "we like you even if you broke my nose and gave Ziva a-"

"Tony!" Ziva interrupted sharply.

"I get it." Damon said with a chuckle.

"I will walk you down." Ziva said.

"Alright." Damon said, then waved, "See ya Tony, McGee."

Once Ziva and Damon got into the elevator, Damon turned to her, sly smile growing on his face.

"Ziva, thanks for having so much faith in me." he said, putting his hand on her arm.

"I know what it feels like to have a past and have doubt put upon you." Ziva said, smiling back at him.

Then she realized how close he had gotten. She looked up to see him lean in to kiss her. She jumped back.

"Damon!"

He opened his eyes, confused once again. He gave her a hurt look.

"I like you Damon," Ziva said, "But I-I'm in a relationship."

"You are?" he exclaimed.

"You think I can't in a relationship?" Ziva retorted, having confused his response.

Damon laughed. "Of course not, but the other day you seemed unattached."

Ziva looked away, with a embarrassed smile.

"Who's the lucky guy?" he teased.

She gave him a coy smile as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Timothy McGee."

Damon stopped short in his tracks, grabbed her and turned her in front of him. "Are you serious!"

"I like him!" Ziva said, defenses up.

"Hey, I do to." Damon raised his hands in mock surrender, "I'm just surprised."

"Me too." she said, waving goodbye.

When Ziva got upstairs she saw McGee sitting there nervously. She smiled. He was so insecure. It was kind of cute. So she decided she would reassure him. Tony was gone and so was Gibbs.

"Oh Hey Zee!" McGee said, looking relieved.

Ziva sashayed over to him. He gulped. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"YOU are the only one I want to kiss. The only one who makes me feel like a priceless treasure."

McGee turned red, but surprised her by whispering back.

"I am sorry I was jealous. But Damon's so- tough. I get worried you'll find someone better than the nerd I am. But I love you."

"Aw Man! Gross!"

Ziva and McGee jumped apart.

"Keep it in the bedroom, Geez!" Tony said, rubbing his eyes, "My eyes are burned."

Ziva rolled her eyes. She gently slapped Tony on her way back to her desk.

"Seriously." Tony said, sitting down.

McGee was still red.

"I thought I said keep it out of work." Gibbs said, entering the bullpen.

"Why didn't we have a big mission?" Ziva asked trying to move the spotlight off her and McGee.

"Damon's part in all of this messed it up." Gibbs answered, "Did you find anything out on Damon's partners?"

"I did." Tony said, jumping up with the plasma clicker, "Kyle Rush has ties to gangs, has a rap sheet a mile long, and two ex-wives."

Gibbs sighed. Things had become a mess. EVEN more of a mess.