200 reviews - woot! Thanks guys:):)

A/N: I have absolutely no idea how long it takes for a knee injury to heal properly, so just go with me here. I also realised that its taken me twenty odd chapters just to get through the events of less than a week. So, for something new, we're gonna jump forward. Happy reading! (Oh, I also know nothing about sailing…)

Chapter Twenty-One

Six Weeks Later

"Ready Abs?"

"Ready Captain Tony," Abby said, kicking off her black leather boots and walking barefoot to stand next to Tony at the wheel of the yacht. Behind them McGee set down a picnic hamper, dressed in shorts, a polo shirt and loafers. Ziva was inside the cabin loading drinks into the cooler. Ducky and Jimmy sat to the right, Ducky in the middle of one of his stories. And Gibbs – Gibbs stood at the back of the yacht, frowning at the huge outboard motors.

A/N: Just to help you picture it, this is what I imagine Tony's yacht looks like: http://www.sunseekercroatia.eu/charter/SunseekerYacht82.02.jpg

"Let's see what this bad boy can do," Tony said, powering it up. He tugged at the cap on his head, pulling his aviators down to his nose as the motors roared into action. "Grab onto something!"

Abby fell back into a seat beside Palmer as the boat took off, churning up the water behind it. McGee gripped the table, his knuckles white. Even Ziva held onto the cabin door. Tony grinned manically, going faster.

"Jesus DiNozzo. How'd you con your way into getting a boat licence?" Gibbs asked, strolling up the passage of the boat, oblivious to the rocking boat.

"You'd be surprised how far a nice smile could get you boss," Tony answered, veering the boat the left randomly.

"A female boat driving instructor," Gibbs muttered to himself. "You sure you're right to stand like that?" He said, nodding his head at Tony's feet.

Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Boss, the ER doc cleared me. The specialist cleared me. Ducky cleared me. The psycho shrink even cleared me. My knee is fine and I am so not sorry to see the last of those crutches."

"May I drive?" Ziva said, standing on the other side of Tony. Tony looked at her, considering it for a moment, then released the wheel, slowing the boat down slightly.

"Don't make me regret this," Tony warned her, grabbing a beer and joining Ducky, Jimmy, Abby and McGee at the back of the boat. "So, what do you think?"

"I think Daddy DiNozzo got it right for the first time," Abby declared, shifting across for Tony. He grinned at her as she snatched his beer.

"It certainly is impressive, Tony." Ducky agreed. "Reminds me of a time in Brazil, you see I was traveling with a close friend of mine-" The roar of the motors cut Ducky off as Ziva accelerated, suddenly swerving right. Tony tumbled out of the chair onto his ass, glad Abby was holding his glass beer bottle.

"Oo-kay, enough driving for you." He said, taking his wheel back. "Wanna turn, boss?"

Gibbs stared at him for a second, then took the wheel. "You don't need those noise-makers at the back, DiNozzo. A day like this, all you need is the wind in the sails."

"Don't know if you noticed, boss, but there are no sails on this baby." Tony said, thumping the side of the boat enthusiastically.

Abby handed Tony back his beer. "I'm gonna go stand at the front. Wanna come?" Tony shook his head, so she turned to McGee. "Timmy?"

McGee couldn't resist her pleading face, so he stood up, tugging on his wide-brim hat. "Okay, but only for a minute. You know how I burn."

Abby nodded eagerly, tugging him by the sleeve. "We can reenact the Titanic!"

"No icebergs please Abs," Tony called, sitting back down with Ducky and Palmer.

The water was calm and pleasant. Eventually Gibbs slowed the boat, stopping in the middle of the water. "Lunchtime!" Tony said, rubbing his hands as he wandered into the cabin of the boat. It was equipped with a full kitchen, but he rarely cooked in his own kitchen, let alone on a yacht. Instead Abby had packed them a picnic lunch and he'd stocked up on the beer.

"This is awesome Tony," Abby said as they sat down to lunch. Tony nodded in agreement.

"Well, make the most of it. This is the only chance you'll get."

"What do you mean?" McGee said.

Tony smiled. "Its called a loop-hole, Probilicious. My father's will stated that I have to accept the boat in order to get the 300 grand for charity. Didn't say how long I have to keep it. So I'm selling it. Already got a buyer lined up."

"How much is this worth?" Palmer asked, looking around the cavernous dining area.

Tony shrugged. "At least a million, I guess. I don't really care, its all going to charity. Cancer research, spinal injury association, RSPCA, Salvation Army, World Vision, Abby's already made a list of them."

"Very noble, dear boy." Ducky beamed at him. Tony stood up, stretching.

"Thanks Duck, but I'd just like to think that my father could do some good in this world dead, even if he just made it worse when he was alive." He flipped the top off a beer, passing another one to Ziva.

Days off were rare in the NCIS office, notoriously rare when Gibbs is team captain and so they reluctantly turned the yacht around as the day began to fade. "Boss, why do we have to work the weekend shift, again?" Tony grumbled as they approached the marina.

"Big plans for the weekend, Tony?" Ziva said, standing beside him. Tony gripped the wheel a little tighter, not keen to let her near it again.

"Wouldn't you like to know," He teased.

"…well yes, I just asked didn't I," Ziva replied. Her hand snaked out, grabbing the wheel. Tony relented, standing back to let her drive. He left her to it, going down to the back to secure the jet-ski properly after Abby and Jimmy had been out riding it. Tony figured Ziva couldn't do any major damage inside the marina anyway, since there was a low speed limit.

He was wrong.

As they rounded the corner to the berth designated for Tony's yacht she accelerated sharply, tossing everyone around. Ducky and McGee were already sitting and were only jostled by the motion. Jimmy was thrown into the kitchen bench inside the cabin, but grabbed onto it before he went any further. Abby fell onto the bed in the bedroom where she was dressing. Gibbs stayed perfectly still, the momentum not even ruffling him. Tony wasn't so lucky. Crouched at the very end of the yacht as he tightened the straps holding down the jet-ski, the sharp turn of the boat literally sent him flying. He yelped, arms flailing as he flew backwards.

Tony's body landed in the water with a huge splash, drowned out by the roar of the motors as the yacht sailed away.

TBC


Hahahaha… this chapter would have to be the cheesiest thing I've ever written! Cheesier than a mozzarella pizza! Heh heh… and just when you thought I was going soft, a whole chapter without any emotional or physical Tony-bashing (and I even made his knee all better!!!)… I go and drown him! Couldn't resist. You know you love an injured Tony. Especially a wet injured Tony. Seriously, you can't argue with that :P Reviews?