A/N: Ok, I know it gets a little sappy in here, but I couldn't help my self. Please review. I love them. I get all warm and fuzzy. Disclaimer-the usual.

McGee was waiting down stairs for Ziva and Chelsea. They were going for a walk within the naval base. The elevator doors open and Chelsea came flying out.

"Daddy!" she squealed as McGee caught her and swung her into the air.

McGee glanced at Ziva. He was happy to see that she was smiling. He adjusted Chelsea onto his hip, then offered his free hand to her.

Her eyes sparkled with humor as she took his hand. "Such a gentleman."

"Would you rather I wasn't?"

Ziva audibly gasped. He was really flirting. She could too. "I would not have you any other way."

"Mama! Mama!" Chelsea chanted, pointing a patrolling guard and his dog, "Dog, Mama! Dog, Daddy!"

"Very good Chels." McGee said, giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek, which she promptly wiped away.

"Hey!" McGee pouted. Chelsea just giggled.

Ziva kissed McGee on the cheek. "Is that better?"

"Much."

Ziva shivered. His green eyes held intense desire.

But his eyes quickly changed to concern. "Are you cold?"

Ziva shook her head, but found that she couldn't speak.

"Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog." Chelsea chanted repeatedly despite the fact that the dog was long gone."

McGee sighed. He had put Jethro in a dog hotel when he moved into Ziva's house.

"Maybe Gibbs will let me bring Jethro to his house." he mused.

"Jetro?" Chelsea asked, her interest peaked, "Dog?"

"Yes Chelsea, Jetro-I mean Jethro is a dog."

Chelsea threw her tiny hands up into the air and continued her chant. "Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog…"

"I think she likes dogs." Ziva said, squeezing McGee's hand.

McGee laughed out loud. It wasn't often that Ziva made jokes, so that made it even more hilarious.

"Down." Chelsea demanded, kicking her feet when they got to a grassy lunch area.

McGee set her down. "Stay right here."

Ziva and McGee sat on a bench and quietly watched Chelsea run around.

"I have a daughter." McGee whispered.

Ziva took his hand and leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"We have a daughter." she whispered back.

McGee turned, took her face in his hands and soundly kissed her, leaving her breathless.

"Boss?"

"What DiNozzo?"

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"What DiNozzo."

"You know…"

"No DiNozzo, I don't."

"Well… McGee and Ziva."

Gibbs didn't respond.

"Boss?"

"DiNozzo." Gibbs responded with a warning undertone.

"Fine." Tony said as if he was told he couldn't have any candy at the store checkout line.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. Tony would be the death of him. Then his phone rang. His stomach plummeted, not wanting another body on his hands.

"Gibbs."

A raspy voice was heard, but he couldn't make out what was being said.

"Hello? Who's there?"

"Gi-Gibs it's D-Damon."

"Werth! Where are you?"

"I-I-I don't know."

Gibbs looked up to see McGee walk in. He motioned for McGee to trace the call.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked calmly.

"The wig." Damon rasped out.

Gibbs punched the speaker phone button.

"What do you mean, the wig?"

There was no answer.

Gibbs looked up desperately at McGee.

"I got him boss. He is 20 miles North of here. I sent the coordinates to my GPS."

They all frantically bolted for elevator.

"Here Boss! Here!" McGee yelled from the backseat.

Gibbs swung into a rock paved vacant lot. There was a single vehicle there, an old Camry, no plates.

They jumped out of the car, guns drawn just in case. They soon re-holstered their weapons.

"Pop the trunk Ziva!" Gibbs snapped.

The truck opened to an unconscious and bent up Damon Werth. Gibbs felt for a pulse.

"He's alive." Gibbs said, helping Tony and McGee maneuver Damon out of the trunk, "Ziver, call Ducky."

Damon came to on one of Ducky's autopsy tables. And that scared the crap out of him.

"Holy Shit! I'm dead!"

"I can assure you that you are quite alive."

Damon turned his head to see Ducky, then groaned at the pain the motion had caused.

"Ah yes, you best move slowly Damon," Ducky advised, "for you were bent like an accordion my boy."

Damon attempted to move and groaned. "Ok, you're right."

"I'm always right."

Damon let out a horse laugh, then groaned again.

"Good, you're awake"

Gibbs came rushing through the doors, Tony at his heels. Damon once again moved and succeeded to sit up.

"What happened?" Gibbs demanded.

"You have horrible bedside manner Gibbs." Damon said with a grin, Tony was nodding in agreement.

Gibbs stared at Damon, his eyes narrowed. Damon sighed.

"I went back to our recovery offices to talk to the others, to see if they had maybe barrowed my wig." Damon explained, gladly taking an ice pack from Ducky, "Harvey and Wendy said they hadn't."

"And when you asked Kyle?" Gibbs prodded.

Damon winced and rubbed the huge bump on the back of his head. "Everything went black."

"Did you see what he hit you with?" Tony asked.

"That's the thing." Damon sighed, "Kyle was in front of me. Someone else hit me."

"Was there a customer there? Or Harvey or Wendy?" Gibbs continued.

"Harvey and Wendy left on an out of state recovery mission at leas four hours be for."

Gibbs looked at Ducky.

"It was a blunt object that hit Damon of undeterminable shape and size." Ducky reported.

"Dammit." Gibbs cursed.

"At least we got one name boss." Tony said.

Gibbs groaned inwardly. They needed more than a name. They needed answers.

"Tomorrow we go to your recovery office." Gibbs decided.

Tony nodded and headed upstairs to tell the others.

"You'll stay in my guest bedroom tonight." Gibbs said, turning to leave.

Damon opened his mouth to object, when, without even turning around Gibbs said: "It wasn't a suggestion."

Gibbs groaned when he got into the elevator. If this case wasn't wrapped up soon, he'd have to open a boarding house with a continental breakfast and free internet.