"Gibbs you cannot do this!" Ziva David yelled as Gibbs took the car keys from her hands. "I can and I will, now move it Officer David!" Gibbs barked, as he entered the driver's side of the car. "I do not see what is wrong with the way I drive! In Mossad …"

"You are not in Israeli anymore! You are not Mossad! You work for NCIS, and more importantly you work for me! Not for Mossad! You obey my rules, and what I say. Do I make myself clear?" Gibbs yelled, before driving out of the Navy Yard. Sigh mumbled throughout the whole ride to the crime scene but was slightly disappointed that neither Tony, McGee nor Ducky had arrived. Great, that means I'm stuck listening to Gibbs' orders, Ziva thought, as she climbed out of the car.

"What are you waiting for? GET MOVING!" Gibbs ordered, as he began walking towards the dead body. "And what exactly am I meant to do? We have no equipment," Ziva replied icily, before a hand connected with the back of her head. "We work! Walk the perimeter for all I care! Just do something!"

Ziva watched as he boss continued to walk away and kicked a branch in frustration as she walked the perimeter. What is with him today? Most likely didn't have his caffeine … OUCH!, Ziva took a deep breath as the blood began to trickle from a cut on her leg. "Stupid stick," Ziva mumbled, before hearing her name called in the distance.

"What now!?" Ziva yelled, as she headed back towards Gibbs. She noticed Gibbs crouched down, but his face showing nothing about anger. "What is your problem?" Gibbs yelled, as he stood in front of Ziva. "There is no problem here Gibbs, you are they one with the problem? Yes," Ziva said, as she crouched down near the body.

"That's it!" Gibbs yelled, as he grabbed Ziva by the forearm and walked towards the car. "What are you doing?" Ziva asked, as she watched him unlock the doors. "You stay there, until I am finished here!" Gibbs ordered, as he locked her inside without bothering to roll the windows down – or turning the heater off.

"HEY!" Ziva yelled as he walked away, but was soon interrupted when two NCIS trucks arrived. "What took you so long?" Gibbs asked Ducky, as he began heading towards the body. "Oh Sorry for the delay Jethro, Mr. Palmer gave me the wrong directions," Ducky said, as Palmer arrived. "Don't ask about them," Palmer added as they left.

"DiNozzo care to explain what took you so long?" Gibbs demanded before he explained, "The van ran out of gas on the way here … where is Zee-vah?" Tony asked, as he couldn't see her. "Never mind that! McGee photos, DiNozzo bag and tag. Now!"

DiNozzo and McGee exchanged strange looks until they both began to crack up laughing at who was in the car. "Looks like Ziva mad the boss man mad," Tony said, as he took the camera off McGee and took a photo. Gibbs slapped them in the back of the head, and they continued to go back to work.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

About two hours later, Gibbs arrived back at the car, only to notice the windows where covered with steam. McGee, DiNozzo, Ducky and Palmer had already left, and he slightly began to worry. He forgot about Ziva being in the car, and he also forgot about the heater. As Gibbs quickly found his car keys, he unlocked the door and took a few steps back as the steam and heat left the car.

"ZIVA!" Gibbs yelled, as she was lying on the backseat, sweating like a pig, her cheeks flushed a bright red. "Ziva can you hear me?" Gibbs asked softly, as he opened the back doors. When she didn't answer, Gibbs placed a hand on her forehead and gasped.

"About time you let me out," Ziva said weakly, coughing slightly. Gibbs frowned and he felt like slapping himself in the back of the head. "Come on, let's go," Gibbs said, as he turned on the air conditioner. "Turn it off!" Ziva shouted, as she continued to cough violently.

God damn! She has the flu and it's my entire fault! Gibbs thought, as he began driving her to his house, where she will be staying until she was better.

"I am sorry," Ziva said from the backseat, which only made him angrier. The rest of the car trip was in silence, apart from the coughs of a one sick Ziva David.