Another very, very small fic
Tony felt the bullet whiz past his ear as he threw himself behind the nurse's upturned desk. He heard it shatter the window above and shards of glass rained down on him. He had been sent with Ziva to a hospital in Fairfax to interview the relative of a victim in a staged car crash. Instead, they found the hospital oddly deserted and had been ambushed by three thugs. Tony didn't know where Ziva was, but knowing her like the way he did, he knew she was going to be just fine.
He pulled out his gun and fired three shots, aiming wildly, but none of them hit his intended target. Shoot. He was out of ammunition and he had no spare cartridges. He searched frantically around him for anything that could be used as a weapon, but the only thing suitable enough was a thin piece of splintered wood. Great, I'm a government agent and my best weapon now is a stick?
He sighed and screwed up his courage. Three men with guns against one guy with a stick? It sounded like the start of a very bad joke. DiNozzos are no cowards. It's no excuse that you've got a stick as your only weapon against three men Ziva would probably think me a chicken. I'll show her chicken! All right…we're ready. Me and my stick are going to kick some serious ass!
Jumping out of his hiding spot, he ran full pelt at one of the men and aimed a baseball swing to his head. He barely managed to skid to a stop when the guy turned around and instead turned out to be his partner. It took all the motor control he had to avoid hitting her in the face.
"Ziva? I could have killed you!" shouted Tony, trying to calm down his poor heart as his pulse had skyrocketed when he saw her.
"Never mind that. Where were you Tony?" she asked noticing the piece of wood in his hand. He whipped his head around, on alert in case anyone else sprung on them.
"I…um…was…fighting back there with…uh…some very, very big…very, very bad guys…With this stick" he finished proudly. That was when he noticed a huge, breathing pile of pillows at Ziva's feet and he realised that it was 3 unconscious, very badly beaten up thugs.
Ziva stared at him piercingly, her Mossad senses telling her something else had happened and she looked unsure whether to believe him or not. He looked battered and bruised, and if it wasn't for the sheepish look in his eyes, she probably would have believed him. Coming to a conclusion, she spoke again,
"Well, let's get back. You can be the one to tell Gibbs what happened here"
She smiled slyly and as she turned away from him, he shuddered. That was going to be a job in itself.
"Oh, and I'm driving"
She held the keys up at him tauntingly before spinning on her heel.
Tony's spirits plummeted even more as he dragged his feet the whole way to the car. He would rather take on 20 guys with his stick then to have to live through the next half hour.
Inspired by a deviantart
