It's two in the morning I really should go to sleep...damn insomnia...took the time to update this though : -)

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Crash Landing: Part 2

The cab driver had called the police and an ambulance his voice was frantic and high pitched as he explained that how out of nowhere a man had appeared in front of his taxi. A man, whom he had hit, and was now on the floor unconscious or even worse dead, Ziva sat at the side of the road her hands in her head nursing a migraine. A police officer was bound to ask for an account of what had happened. And as she sat she hoped the cold night air and rain would sober her enough for her speech to make sense. But unfortunately she felt hysterical she wished to laugh. How things had turned out, she thought bitterly.

"Miss could you plea- wait...Ziva is that you?" McGee's voice came from a meter away; he stood in his gear with a worried expression. Ziva looked up at him her eyes clouded with attempts at remembering and a sleepy smile.

"Ah, McGee." She attempted to stand up but suddenly her heels gave way and she stumbled or rather fell into McGee's arms. He continued to look worried and helping Ziva stand up as straight as she could he began looking for Gibbs. "Where are we going?" she asked him in a childish voice. McGee had reached as far as Tony before Ziva had collapsed into his arms again. She let a hand to his face and began carefully stroking his cheek. "He's handsome isn't he? He's handsome don't you think?" tuning to Tony for an answer.

"What is this McCrazy?" he said firmly pointing at Ziva. McGee sighed pulling Ziva back so she was standing again. By now it was clear to see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"She was in the back of the cab." He informed Tony. "She's drunk."

"Don't you think I can see that? McStupid? Do something!" he said wandering off. McGee placed Ziva down, fishing a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to her and rushed to catch up with Tony.

"We've got to tell him." He said in a slightly scared voice.

"I know." Tony had calmed a bit, but his mood now was one of worry. Ziva wasn't okay, she said she was, she pretended she was but he should have seen. He should have checked on her.

"Tony we've got to tell Gibbs now."

"Tell Gibbs what?" Gibbs appeared behind them almost making McGee jump out of his skin.

"Boss...the passenger in the cab...it's Ziva...and she's really drunk." He blurted out in response to Gibbs question while Tony gave him the evils. Gibbs turned on his heel and before either of them could say anything else he'd left.

Ziva looked up from the pavement, shoes, trousers, jacket...Gibbs. She felt like a 17 year old being caught after sneaking in at an obscene hour a little more than drunk. She braced herself for the lecture, or in Gibbs's case the smack on the head to come. But instead he sat himself down next to Ziva.

"What happened Zi?" he asked softening his voice. She looked at him and shook her head. She felt as if she was going to be sick. He put his arm around her shoulder pulling her in closer "We'll talk about this later." He muttered into her ear. To this she simply nodded. He gathered her up and almost carrying her took her to the van.

"McGee! Take her home, sober her up, bring her to the office." Gibbs simply instructed letting Ziva fall back into McGee's arms. He flashed Tony a glance and continued to survey the crime scene.

McGee helped Ziva with her seat belt hoping she wouldn't be sick. As they drove she fell asleep her head lolling but eventually pressing up against the cool glass of the passenger seat window. From worried eyes he watched her. She looked pale, exhausted and sick. She looked like everything but Ziva.