A Hospital Room In Washington.
A miserable looking Tony is seated in a wheelchair with a small bag on his lap and staring at the doorway. Suddenly Abby rushes in babbling before she's even fully inside the room.
"Oh, Tony I'm so sorry. The traffic was horrible and then I couldn't find a parking space for the hearse. You know the Boss will kill me if he finds out how long you had to wait. Can we keep this a secret? I mean it wasn't really my fault and what else did you have to do but..."
"Sure Abs but can we get going now?"
Ignoring his interruption she continues "And anyway maybe it would do you some good to sit and think about the trouble your actions cause." She glares at him.
"The trouble my actions cause? Do you know all the facts here Abby?" He glares at her.
"Yes. Despite the sore ankle you got trying to show what a big man you can be in a pick up basketball match with some much younger guys at the gym you then try and tackle a suspect instead of just interviewing like the Boss sent you to do! And in the process somehow end up breaking the other leg. I know I said I wouldn't keep going to crazy town every time one of you got injured but please Tony try and take better care of yourself O.K.?"
"Sorry Abby but I was trying to stop the guy killing McGee you know."
"Oh. They forgot to tell me that. Sorry. Let's get going." She walks over and pushes the wheelchair out into the hallway. As they continue along the windy hospital corridors she begins to talk again. "You'll never get up the stairs at your place or McGee's or mine and you know what happened last time you stayed with Gibbs so I'm taking you to Ducky's. I'm getting together a roster so you're not left alone and Palmer said..."
"Abs!" he interrupts so forcefully she stops and steps around the chair and out in front of him. "I'm sure all that's not necessary."
"Don't take that tone with me DiNozzo. We all love you and want to help." She glares at him.
"But if you go any faster pushing this chair I'm going to fall out" he whines.
"One more word out of you Tony and I'll call Ziva to take you home." As she begins to push the chair again she doesn't hear him mutter "Yes, ma'am" under his breath. The thought of what Ziva might do not only pushing a wheelchair but also with him in this state did not bear thinking about!
Rule 11 - When the job is done walk away. Semper Fidelis.
