Tony stretched his limbs out and it vaguely in the back of his mind that it was morning. This epiphany was immediately followed by a horrible feeling of dread.
"Rule Twelve!" He shot up, ignoring the pain in his stomach.
"What about rule twelve?" Ziva was already up and dressed.
"Gibbs is going to beat us to death with rule twelve, that's what!" Tony felt the panicked beat of his heart in his chest and resisted the urge to protect the back of his head.
"Relax, Tony." Ziva snapped, handing him a cup of coffee.
Oops. Obviously he had said something wrong.
Tony stared at the steaming cup for a moment and considered drinking it, but at the thought of consuming anything made his stomach churn worse than before… and also he ever present possibility that Ziva had poisoned it… He placed it down on the night table next to Ziva's and noticed that they were both untouched.
"Tony," Ziva drew his gaze back up to her. "Who is Wade Wilson?"
"What?" Tony smirked as he stood and replaced some of his clothes. Why on earth was Ziva asking about Wade Wilson?
"Wade Wilson." Ziva stated again and shifted uncomfortably. "It was a name on the registry. Along with Remy LaBeau and Scott Summers. They sounded familiar. I thought you might know."
"They're X-men characters." Tony laughed.
"X-men?" The words felt foreign on Ziva's tongue.
"Comic books started in the early sixties featuring a group of mutants with super abilities fighting against other mutants with super abilities." Tony supplied the information to her. "Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, was a mercenary with awesome healing abilities. Remy LaBeau, also known as Gambit, could charge things with kinetic energy. And Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, could shoot wicked lasers out of his eyes."
Ziva stared at him for a moment. "I am assuming you had a very lonely childhood."
Neither could see the other one's face as Tony pulled his shirt over his head, which meant neither saw the look of pure agony that crossed both of their expressions simultaneously. They were both to proud to show the other their pain.
"Why would someone lie about their names on a motel registry?" Ziva inquired, her face composed once again.
"I honestly don't know, Zee-vah." He applied his teasing tone to distract from the obvious pain etched in his face which he quickly masked with his signature DiNozzo grin.
She didn't seem to notice, so he assumed that he was in the clear. Or that she just didn't care… also a possibility.
"We should go." Ziva stated turning toward the door. "I asked around. Not only are there only three buildings in this poor excuse for a town, no one owns a phone." She tried to keep the disgust out of her voice with little success.
Tony opened the door for her with another charming smile and then grimaced as she passed. He felt like a jerk. He had said one thing about their night together last night, and it had been an exclamation that someone might kill them for it. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He wasn't paying attention as he closed the motel door behind him, still letting his thoughts wander. He collided with Ziva.
"Hey!" He shouted out of shock and gave Ziva a harsh look.
She didn't respond.
"Ziva?" He waved his had in front of her vacant face and then tried to follow her gaze.
"Why is my car here?" She asked.
"Uh… Good question…" He looked at the little red car that he despised with all of his soul. He had almost died in that car on more than one occasion.
Ziva took a step forward in confusion and lifted her arm in the general direction of the car in disbelief.
"Why is my car here?" She repeated.
Tony was about to give some witty assurance to her that maybe it was just some sort of trick, but a funny feeling settled into his stomach. It wasn't the pain he had been feeling for the past couple of hours, this unsettling feeling was much more familiar to him.
It was the feeling one gets when there is a gun pointed at them.
BANG!
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Yes, It's a little short and I'm a little late, but, really, my catty-ness is suchan ass, toying with your emotions like that- BAD CATTY-NESS! Muwahaha! Don't worry, I shant (shant is a hilarious word)be mangling your hearts for much longer- the end is in sight!
