"Stop backwards seating. I know where I am going."
"Yeah, the wrong way."
She raised her hand up to hit his arm as they passed through the green light when suddenly a car was in front of them. She slammed on the brakes but the collision was bound to happen.
Squeal of tires as the brakes were sharply applied, crash, glass shattering, airbags deploying from the frontal impact and Ziva blacked out.
When she came to someone was talking to her, she still in the car. She tried to turn her head, found she couldn't and moaned, "Tony. Where's Tony?" The man seemed to answer but then there was two of him and she passed out once again, blissfully unaware of the pain.
She came to slowly the next time, feeling aches and bruises all over.
"There you are!" It was McGee sitting on a chair in the hospital room she was currently in. "Welcome up. You're lucky to be alive, my friend."
She blinked. "And Tony?"
"He was not so lucky."
Her face flushed, her heartbeat elevated and tears came to her eyes.
McGee noticed. "What's wrong?"
"Tony..." she couldn't finish.
"Oh, he'll be right up. Had a nasty arm break and in a lot of pain. You have small cuts and bruises. He was not lucky at all."
She suddenly understood and glared at McGee. "You know, McGee, one day I will truly kick your ass."
The look of confusion was nearly priceless to her.