"I don't get why im stuck with you….why couldn't I be with McGee? At least he wont want to fondle me twenty four seven!"

"Maybe cause I'm one of the only people, apart from Gibbs, who can look after theirselves. Not that you cant….but I mean, this sick son of a bitch, Damien…..he almost killed you Abby AND Duckie, so we wont be taking any chances AT ALL. We don't want to lose you guys. Plus the director said that I, Tony DiNozzo should look after you. She trusts me." Tony smiled.

"Ok. Well why couldn't we like all be kept together?"

"Cause maybe Damien would know where you all are…..at least if you 3 are in different places, then it will be harder to find you lot. Right, c'mon, hop into the car, stroppy draws." Tony undid the door of his car, bundling Ziva in quickly.

Tony got in his side of the car, and locked the doors. He undid Ziva's handcuffs, and then started the engine. She arched her back, trying to pull the waistband of her skirt up a little, as it was falling down.

"Oh, so womanly" Tony licked his lips, grinning.

"So would you want my skirt ending up on the floor? Actually, don't answer that."

The rest of the journey was silent. They soon arrived at a cabin in the woods.

"IS THIS WHERE YOU LIVE? NICEEEE." Ziva laughed to herself.

"This is the safe house you dumb butt."

"It doesn't seem it to me" She said, her foot falling through one of the wooden stairs. Tony caught her just in time.

"Thanks"

"No problemo. You go in, I'll bring in our bags." Tony went back towards the car, which was a fair distance away.

Suddenly, he was thrown backwards by a large explosion. Ziva had obviously heard it, and went rushing to DiNozzo.

"TONY!!! TONY!! No….its supposed to be me, not him!" She sat next to DiNozzo, who had cuts and bruises on his body and face. Luckily, he was alright, but with Ziva's help, he limped back to the cabin.