Author's Note: Hello, everyone.

Pretty much all I have to say. I miss you guys. Hope you missed me.

Ziva stepped back through the threshold of her parent's house, looking at her mother awkwardly.

"I'm going out later, Ima. Do not wait up."

"You're 17 and you expect me not to wait up?" She chuckled, "okay. But I'd at least like to know with whom you are seeing."

"This boy I go to school with. You won't know him, I hadn't talked to him before. We've only had a couple of classes together."

Natanya eyed her daughter, "you're going out with a boy who isn't Tony?"

"Why does everything have to be about Tony?"

"Calm down, you were just always with him."

Ziva scoffed, "yeah well, he's with his new girlfriend. I need more than one friend, Ima."

She nodded her head, understanding completely. Ziva didn't want to be with Tony anymore, she was tired of everything they skipped around.

"If you need me, I'll be in my room getting ready."

Damon showed up at her doorstep thirty minutes early.

Natanya opened the door with a welcoming smile. "Why hello there. You must be Ziva's new friend, yes?"

"Um, I think you could call it a date, Mrs. David."

She smiled at him and laughed. "You can call me Natanya, dear. You're taking my daughter out. And by the way she's talked about you, you're going to be around for a while."

Damon actually blushed.

Natanya glanced over at her daughter's date. She took in the over-sized arms that he had, the toned ab's he had showing through his t-shirt, and his 6'5 ft. height.

"You like families, Damon?"

"Love them, why?"

"You just look like protecting type of person."

Damon nodded, "I protect my own, Natanya."

She really liked him, better than Tony. Actually.

"Ziva! Sweetheart, are you ready to go?"

She descended the stairwell and looked at Damon with wild eyes.

"I am ready."

He looked at her like she was the only female that had ever been around him. With the way he looked, that wasn't an issue.

It felt like they were much older than seventeen and eighteen year old's in school. Rather out of school and out on their own.

"Damon, where are we going, if I may ask."

He reached over to take her hand, hoping the action wasn't too much on his part. His eyes shown with light and happiness every time she spoke or she touched him.

"All I can say is you'd better be glad you wore a camisole and shorts."

Author's Note: There you go, date is next chapter around. I know I'm not as good of writer as I use to be. Hope you enjoyed! (: