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Chapter Four; Check Up
Two very special agents sat upright on two stretchers, being examined by paramedics. Both were being prodded, poked, tested and questioned. Tony didn't care. He was just happy she was alive.
Ziva's condition was more serious than his, but thankfully not critical. She suffered slight hypothermia, and was being rugged up by the paramedics. Most likely, Tony would only suffer a head cold.
Tony just watched her, as she was being fussed over and could easily read her discomfort. Irritation rose into her face, as she was constantly interrupted and dismissed of the ''I'm fine!" Tony undoubtedly thought that if the ninja were in her usual state, she would have already killed the paramedics with a stethoscope.
Wrapped around his shoulders was a warm woollen blanket, courtesy of the old lady- Mrs Wilson- who had called 911. She lived just across the street from the park and was enjoying a lovely stroll with her dog when the event occurred. She had shuffled as fast as she could back to her apartment to call. Tony had thanked Mrs Wilson and she left, as it was too cold for her to bear. Tony was told to keep the blanket.
Ziva on the other hand was covered in a foil blanket, told it would help keep the heat in. The paramedics were consulting each other, talking about their results, and were obviously too busy for Tony to bother.
He hopped down from the stretcher and went and sat down next to Ziva. He wrapped his arm around her, not in a romantic yawn-and-stretch way but more of a friendly hug. She exhaled loudly and flopped her head on his shoulder.
"You hardly look like you almost drowned-slash-froze to death. You look cliché movie style. Makeup unruined. Hair flawlessly in place. Clothes still perfect. Let me help you there," with that his hand whipped to her head and totally messed up her wet stringy locks. She slapped his hand away with a playful scowl.
"Just bringing you out of Hollywood and into our world sweet cheeks," he chirped with a classic heart-stopping Tony DiNozzo grin.
"Ha! This is coming from you, the movie critic, continuously referring your life to movies?" Ziva snapped back.
"Watch it Dav-id, you're almost begging for a marathon."
They playfully gazed into each other's eyes, each testing the others determination not to give in.
She wanted to give in. To let go of the lust she had built up over the last four years. She was tired of pretending.
He yearned to give in. He wanted her to finally accept the fact that he couldn't live without her. He needed her to be in his arms so he could never let her go. He was tired of pretending.