The Container:

Locked In & Stubborn:

Ziva was the first to notice that the container they were in was moving. She held onto Tony so that he wouldn't be jostled around too much by the movement. Tony was having more and more trouble keeping himself awake, what with the blood loss and all. At the moment, he was sitting down, Ziva was cradling is head in the crook of her arm trying to keep him steady as the container was moved from its present position. Being found was getting slimmer by every second they were moved.

When the container finally stopped moving, well to the point that it was no longer on one of the giant forklifts, Ziva let Tony rest against the crate and went to look around. She had taken off her kerchief as well as Tony's belt and used the kerchief as a bandage and the belt as a way to keep the pressure on the wound that was needed. She moved to the door and listened before getting down to see if she could see out a crack in the bottom of the door. With no luck there, she got back up and helped Tony stand so that they could see what was so important within the boxes.

Tony sat on one of the crates as Ziva opened one and then they both just stared. Tony picked up one of the bootleg DVD's and just stared. There was no way these people had tried to kill them over a couple thousand bootleg DVD's that weren't even that good. He threw the DVD back into the crate and looked around. There had to be something else here than just crappy bootleg movies.

"What are you thinking Tony?"

"There has to be something else here that we are missing. Something we can't see."

"Like what? Or are you just hallucinating due to the amount of blood loss?"

"Probably hallucinating, but I mean look around, see for yourself."

"Wait, you might be on to something. Did the container look bigger to you on the outside?"

"Bigger how?"

"I mean longer Tony. This is wrong, the dimensions of the container. It's almost like the inside of the container shrunk."

"So maybe there is a false wall in the back."

"Hang on, I was just…" Ziva kicked the back wall and made a hole through the plywood that had been painted to look like a metal sheet. She used her knife and made a bigger whole that the two of them could get through.

"Okay, not bad at all."

"Come on Tony, up you get. We need to see what's inside that they were so adamant in keeping a secret from Port Authority."

"What, I can't just rest?"

"NO, you look like you're about to fall asleep. Come on!"

"Alright, alright you win, I'm getting up."

Ziva helped Tony off the crate and through the hole in the plywood. It was a tight squeeze but they managed to get in without injuring Tony any more than he already was. Ziva read the inscription on the crates and then looked at Tony.

"What?"

"They say 'Danger, high explosives'."

"Oh, yeah that's pretty much bad. What are you doing?"

"Seeing what kind of explosives are actually in these containers. Just stay there for a second."

"It's not like I can sit down anyways."

Ziva climbed onto one of the crates and opened the top one, carefully lifting the lid. When she came back down, she had a wad of money in her hands.

"Not explosives at all. That crate is full of money."

"Let's burn it."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, first it'll tell us if it's real or not and second, it'll give us some much needed heat."

"Or it will just smoke up the place and send little embers into the air."

"We'll still be able to see if it's real or not."

"I'm not going to argue with you Tony."

Tony did his best to pull out a lighter from his pocket and then Ziva lit the money in her hand. When it turned blue, Tony just sighed.

"What, what's blue mean?"

"Blue means that it is counterfeit money. Whoever was shipping this container probably thought nobody would know that he was sending fake money to wherever. They would spend the money just like any kind of money until it was too late. When they got caught they'd know what kind of money they had. It's normally called 'Funny Money' because it's fake."

"Oh, well at least we know it's not real then. But we're still not going to burn it. We don't need any more problems than we already have."

"Okay, okay, Gibbs would have probably said the same thing to. I'm gonna sit down for a while."

"You okay Tony?"

"Just weak that's all. You continue to do whatever you need to do and I'll just sit here."

"Just don't fall asleep on me."

"Don't have to worry about that."

Ziva helped Tony sit down on the floor before moving the boxes around and making a place for the two of them to sit if they were to keep themselves out of bullets-way. Ziva kept glancing over at Tony to make sure he wasn't sleeping. If he fell asleep, or unconscious, she didn't know if she would be able to move him behind the crates when it came down to it. She would have to wake him up by pressing on his shoulder wound and would probably get a scream from Tony in the process but it would be the only way to wake him up without causing him any more harm than necessary.