Today's prompt: dehydrated (warning: the story is as dehydrated as the title)
Tony, Ziva and McGee are working a crime scene in a field, in the hot midday sun.
"Why does it have to be this hot?" Tony looked up at the sky, as if the sun would take a break on his behalf, while trying to shake off a cramp in his leg.
Ziva looked up at his umpteenth complaint, and noticed he had removed his hat. If she was perfectly honest, even she was getting tired of the sun beating down on them in the open field. She glanced at her watch; Ducky, Palmer and Gibbs would be comfortably inside the air-conditioned Navy Yard by now.
"You wouldn't be complaining about this heat if you were on a beach," McGee said.
"If I were on a beach there'd be an exotic beauty fanning me with a palm leaf while I'm sipping cocktails out of—" he squinted and tilted his head, "—what are they called, the round things…"
"Coconuts?" Ziva said, paying closer attention to his face, the way he kept wetting his lips.
"How do you forget the word for coconut?" McGee mocked.
"It's hot and I have a headache, okay, I feel like my brain's leaking out of my ears." He pointed at McGee menacingly in anticipation of a snarky comment about how that would require a brain. Bending down to look at something in the dry, brown grass, he muttered, "It'd be really nice if the world stopped spinning, too."
Alarm bells went off in Ziva's head, and she hurried to his side. She touched his forehead, then squatted down next to him and placed her fingers on his wrist while checking her watch.
"Can't keep your hands off me, huh." His grin was a pale reflection of his usual thousand-watt smile.
"Your heart's racing." He gave her a lopsided grin, the intent to make some cheesy comment crystal clear in his eyes, but no words left his mouth. She stood up and looked around for her backpack. "You are not sweating either."
"Thank god for that," McGee chimed in.
"McGee!"
McGee looked shocked at her outburst, then seemed to realize something was wrong as Ziva rushed to her backpack and came back with a bottle of water.
"When is the last time you had something to drink?" She asked Tony, opening the bottle. He replied with a questionable, "This morning?"
Ziva cussed, it was late afternoon and they had been in the sun with no shelter for hours. She gave him the opened bottle of water with a stern look, then glanced at McGee who was now standing next to them. "We need to get him out of the sun, he's dehydrated."
Ten minutes later, Tony was sitting in the shade, propped up against a tree. He had downed most of the water, and was enjoying the little puffs of air Ziva was creating by fanning him with her NCIS cap.
He cracked open an eye to look at her, "Looks like I made it to the beach after all."