Tony's mistake was assuming that surprise led to compliance. It didn't. As soon as he stepped into the house he caught a punch in the face. His last thought before he blacked out was, "So, you really do see stars."
Ziva was disappointed. She hadn't really wanted to hurt Peter. Not badly at least. He disarmed her as he had been trained, forcing her arm up into the air and then around her back. He tweaked a nerve in her wrist. The pain shot through her like an electric shock. Ziva let the gun drop. She did not feel afraid. Instead, her body reacted. She took a deep breath, held it and brought her booted heel down hard on his instep. Peter eased up enough to allow her to spin around. She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and pulled him towards her, kneeing him hard in the groin. He doubled over, releasing her wrist. She rammed his head down onto the floor hard enough to make it bounce. He blacked out. Vindicated, Ziva nudged his inert body with her toe. Jerk.
She surveyed her situation for a second. Both men lay on the floor out cold. Peter was drooling like the great, slack-jawed idiot he was. He wouldn't be waking up just yet. She'd hit him harder than she'd intended. Tony's eyes were half open. Only the whites showed. He moaned softly. At least he wasn't drooling. "Men," she thought, "Where did I go wrong?"
Working quickly she studied the layout of the house. The living room was too exposed. She wanted to get them out of sight. If she and Tony had seen him through the curtain then anybody could. Where to put them? Kitchen? Too open. Dining room? No good. Sliding doors. She decided to use his Peter's bedroom. One solitary window looked out onto the backyard. The neighbor's lights were out. Hopefully she'd have privacy.
Ziva lifted Peter's torso and dragged him to the bedroom. She kicked random pieces of flotsam and jetsam out of the way to make room. She cuffed him to the base of his mahogany dresser. She fished a funky shirt out of the pile on the floor and bound his feet. Phew. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. The place smelled of old laundry and wet dog. "Guess the maid moved out when I did," Ziva thought.
She picked up Tony next. He was starting to come to. His eyes rolled wildly as he tried to focus on her face. His head lolled side to side. She dragged him half upright through the hall to the bedroom. Ziva grunted with exertion as she lifted his inert body onto the bed. She'd supported his weight before but he'd been awake. Knocked out he was heavy. Gently Ziva stretched Tony out, placing his head on the pillow. She ran to the kitchen and got a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and wrapped it in a dishtowel. In the bedroom she placed it gently on Tony's head. Then, she sat down to wait.
1st Sorry this chapter's so short. I have more I just didn't want to wait long to post.
2nd Thank you for all of my lovely reviews. Thanks for taking the time. I started to reply to people but since I'm such a slow writer I thought I'd better make with the story.
3rd- My apologies to anyone who knows Krav Maga. I only kick box so that's what I write;)