Broken
" I swear, one day, he will steer me insane!"
Timmy glanced up, chewing on his bottom lip.
" It's drive, Momma."
Ziva gave a particularly sharp tug of her son's hand, dragging him along the hospital corridor, her daughter in tow.
" Is he gonna be okay, Mom?"
" I don't know! "
Ziva gave a frustrated sigh, stopping at the nurses desk, effectively silencing her children. The nurse manning the station glanced up, taking in the sight of the wild haired, panting Israeli woman and the two, rather pale faced children, and clearing her throat.
" What can I-"
" Anthony DiNozzo. Taken in about an hour ago."
" Ah, of course. Let me take you there."
The nurse rose, motioning the family to follow her, as she wove through identical corridors, finally stopping outside of a cubicle, before pulling back the curtain. Ziva took a sharp breath, Timmy and Abi sharing worried looks.
" Anthony. DiNozzo."
The doctor treating her husband turned, startled, starting to blurt out that she could not be in here as Ziva brushed passed him, an accusatory finger pointed in his face.
" Where."
Tony mumbled an excuse, unable to meet his wife's furious eyes, wincing as Ziva prodded said finger in his bruised chest.
" Where. Is. He."
" Where's who, Mom?"
All eyes turned on the 15 year old who had entered the cubicle, accompanied by a nurse, with his arm set in a plaster cast, slung up by a sling. Ziva uttered several words of relief, immediately embracing her son, casting worried eyes across him.
" Are you okay?"
" He'll be fine, Mrs DiNozzo. A clean break of the left ulva. Should heal in a couple of weeks."
" A broken arm."
The doctor stared at the woman for a moment, before realising her anger was not directed at him, but at the man on the bed behind him. Tony visibly cowered, as Ziva advanced on him.
" I told you! I told you that you were useless, and to leave it to Gibbs! I told you it was dangerous, that someone would get hurt! I told you that you couldn't build a...a...housetree!"
Tony Jr sniggered, glancing up at his mother.
" It's a treehouse, Mom!"
Ziva turned around, such fury in her eyes that the boy backed down, and she turned back on his sheepish looking father. Tony swallowed, trying his best to put on an innocent grin to his wife.
" In all fairness, I took the brunt of the fall-"
" Oh, what a hero!"
Tony flinched again, mumbling under his breath about lack of gratitude. Ziva sighed, turning to thank the doctors, before facing her eldest son.
" You, young man, are grounded! I told you to stay in your room, did you even finish your homework?"
The younger DiNozzo mumbled, shuffling away from his mother, as his father leaned over with a grin.
" And me? Am I grounded too, darling?"
Ziva turned to him, a smirk gracing her elegant features.
" I'm not too sure. We can see how you feel after a night on the sofa."
Tony whined as Ziva turned and left, 3 giggling children in tow. He glanced over at the nurse, who was stifling a laugh.
" She doesn't mean that..."
" Or maybe in the car!"
Tony groaned, sinking lower into the bed with a sigh.