Tony struggled to catch his breath and figure out what the hell just happened. He felt himself over for any injuries, and found significant pain in his head. He brought his fingers to his temple, and they came back clear. Hm.

"Are you okay?" came a voice from the backseat.

Ziva.

Abby.

Tony's mind cleared up a bit.

"I'm okay," Abby mumbled, her words out of focus. Tony turned to look at her and did a double take. Her forehead was already swollen, and blood was flowing from a cut below her eye. Her pigtails had come undone, her hair falling loose around her face. Some strands got caught in the stickiness of the cut.

"You look it."

"Ziva, are you okay?" Abby did her best to turn around in the seat, but jerked back when the motion put pressure on her arm. "Ow," she whimpered.

"I am fine." Ziva undid her seatbelt and peered out the window. It appeared that Tony had lost control of the car and slammed it into a rather large oak tree.

"You sure?" Tony glanced in the rearview mirror that was horribly askew and did his best to assess his partner without turning around. She did look okay.

"Yes, Tony. I think I would know whether I am alright or not." Her voice was full of its usual snarkiness- Ziva was perfectly fine.

"Isn't this thing supposed to have airbags?" he asked no one in particular, punching the steering wheel that not only had refused to protect him, but also left one hell of a bruise on his head.

"I think so," Abby said. Her eyes were closed. She looked as though she was trying very hard to keep from freaking out.

Tony touched her arm gently. "You sure you're okay?"

She nodded slightly. "Just dizzy."

Tony turned to look at Ziva. "You got your phone?"

Ziva held it out to him. "Where's yours?"

"I didn't bring it. We were only going for lunch."

"Rule number three: never be unreachable," Abby muttered.

"I thought rule three was: never believe what you're told." Ziva opened the car door and left the vehicle. She needed to get out of there. The crash had taken her seriously off guard- she had been listening to music on the iPod Abby had gotten her- and she was just about to nod off when it happened.

"Still applies."

Still inside, Tony unlocked Ziva's phone and brought up the dial screen. Gibbs or 911? They were out in the middle of nowhere- no Good Samaritan had stopped for them- nobody had even driven by. The diner they were going to for lunch was a few miles out of town- luckily Ziva's phone still had reception.

Gibbs. Tony punched in the number from memory and closed his eyes. It would be okay. He'd figure it out.

"Yeah. Gibbs."

"Hey, Boss," Tony said into the phone.

"DiNozzo. You on your way back yet?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?"

Tony took a deep breath and decided that honesty was the best policy. Especially when he was the one that called to begin with. "We were in an accident, Boss. I'm okay, and Ziva's okay, but Abby's a little banged up."

"Where?"

"On the way to DeLario's. The usual route."

The line went dead.

Ziva poked her head in the car. "Who did you call?"

Tony sighed. "Gibbs. He's on his way."

"He is going to kill you."

Tony looked at her, looked at Abby, who had kept uncomfortably still this whole time, her eyes closed, not moving. "Oh believe me, Agent David, I know."