"Oh, come on! Hell no!" DiNozzo yelled, slamming the wheel with his hand.
"Calm down, Tony." Jenny had made the sad mistake in letting him drive her car to the county prison. Being the director of a federal agency, she should have known better, but yet, she didn't.
"This is the fifth red light we've hit, out of five, we're having poor luck today." And, right as the light turned green, Tony started blaring the horn at the car in front of him, "Come on! Come on! Hurry up Toyota!" He yelled at the car in front of him, causing them to flick him off, "Oh yeah? Oh yeah?" And Jenny watched in horror as he turned off the car, put it in park and opened the door, slamming it as he got out.
"Anthony DiNozzo!" Jenny yelled at him. This was her federal agent. She was now officially the director of NCIS. She was now Tony's boss. She was no longer in 'friend' mode.
But Tony ignored her calls as the other man got out of the car, "Listen, bastard." The man spat, "You need to settle down."
"No, you need to move your ass!" Tony said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" And then the man shoved Tony. He stumbled back and then balled his fists up as he shoved him into his car. Several other cars stopped, and Jenny ran out into the fight, showing her badge.
"NCIS!" She said, grabbing Tony's shoulders and pulling him away from the man, "Agent DiNozzo." She glared at him, "Get into the car. And don't think I won't tell Gibbs about your little snap." She said, treating him as if he was Jethro and Jen's child.
Tony huffed, gave the man another death glare, and then got into the other side of the car.
"I could arrest you for harassing a federal agent." Jenny said to the man, "But if you would kindly move your car, then I won't feel the urge to put you under custody, and my agent here won't feel the urge to rear-end your car."
"You're lucky I didn't dismember your face!" Tony yelled from the car.
"Agent DiNozzo!" Jenny whirled around, yelling at Tony, furious with the situation at hand, "I will turn the car around and go back to HQ if you don't settle down." She turned back to the man, "Do I need to call Washington PD?"
"PD?"
She rolled her eyes, "Police department."
"No, ma'am." He shook his head.
"Good. Get back into your car." She pointed to it and then got back into the car, in the driver's side before speeding around the Toyota and down the street. She pulled out her cell phone.
"Jen, please!"
"Director. It is Director Shepard, Tony.
She speed-dialed number 2...Gibbs.
"Yeah, Gibbs."
"Jethro." DiNozzo's face turned pale as she turned into county prison, showing them her badge.
"Jen." She could tell that he was half-smiling, "You got Ziva?"
"No. Not yet. I just got to the prison."
"Then why are you calling? By the way, have you seen DiNozzo?"
She smiled, "Oh yes, I have. He's with me, in fact. He passed out in elevator, from exhaustion I suppose, and then I took him with me to PD. I let him drive, my mistake, I know, and the car in front of us didn't move. So Tony honked at him, the man got mad, flicked him off, and then Tony…well he acted like you without your morning coffee. Badly. They got into a little fist fight."
Tony groaned as they got out of the car.
"DiNozzo!" Tony heard Gibbs yell through the phone before the line went dead.
"He hung up."
"That's a bad sign."
"Well maybe you should think before you act, Agent DiNozzo." Jenny said as they entered the prison.
"NCIS?" A police officer ran up to him.
"Yeah, we're NCIS." He said, fumbling with his badge, "We're here with Ziva David's release forms." Jenny showed them to him.
"Well, Ziva sort of…well let's just say that Miss David decided to 'make some noise'." Tony shared a look of puzzlement with Jenny before turning back to the police officer.
"What are you talking about?"
"She kept screaming and then kicking the bars with her foot, trying to get someone's attention, and then she kept asking for a guy named 'Tony'"
Tony smiled, "That's me."
"Thank god." The police man sighed, snatching the forms from Jenny before turning to another police officer, "Go get Ziva David. I have her release forms here. Tell her that Tony is here. Tony is here." The other police man visually relaxed and then nearly bolted down the hallway. Jenny glared at him, but Tony just smiled back as he waited for Ziva. He couldn't possibly contain his excitement. He started pacing around, and then, finally, the door opened back up, revealing the police officer and his Ziva. His Ziva.
"Jenny!" She smiled, running and giving her a hug.
"I'm so glad you're all right, Ziva. You're all cleared." Ziva smiled and then broke away. She turned to Tony, his heart skipping a beat as he smiled at her.
"Ziva." He breathed, his eyes glistening with love for his partner. She smiled back.
"Tony." Jen stepped away, admiring the two. But, instead of embracing, like she thought they would, Ziva stuck her hand out to him. She could almost see Tony's heart break in his eyes as he stared down at her hand. Her lone hand. Tony shook his head.
"No way, sweet cheeks." He smiled and then pulled her into a rough hug.
"But Tony…Jenny…" She whispered into his ear.
"She knows." He whispered back, burying his face into her hair.
Jenny admired the two, but, suddenly, the room started morphing into Paris. There was the Eiffel Tower, in the back, all lit up. They were standing in a café, their faces changed; Tony's turned into Gibbs, and Ziva's turned into her own. They gripped each other tightly, hugging each other like it was the last time that they saw each other. The memories brought tears back to her eyes. She blinked them away, but they kept coming back.
"Ziva," Gibbs suddenly said, and the reality of the room came swarming back to her. They broke away, smiling at each other as they turned to Jenny. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and she slid one around his waist, pulling his knife out of his pocket and sticking it into her own, "Hey!" Tony protested, but still smiling in the process.
"Thank you, Tony."
"Jenny? You ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'm ready to go." She said, a little bit sadly, causing Tony's eyebrows to raise as Ziva's hand slinked around his waist.
The two followed her out of the prison. Ziva shared a concerned look for the director with Tony, "I don't know, Ziva. I don't know." He whispered as they got into the car. The ride to HQ was silent, and it seemed to last a lifetime. Tony wondered whether it was something he did, but he couldn't really focus, he was so tired. Ziva was back; the burden that had been on his shoulders had been removed. Tony all but ran into the elevator when they finally made it back to base.
Jenny and Ziva followed as the elevator opened up into the squad room. Jenny went straight to Gibbs, who was glaring at Tony, for getting into that fight, and grabbed his arm, pulling him away, "Jethro. My office. Now." Tony smiled at Ziva, giving her a peck on her cheek.
"Ziva's back!" Tony said to McGee, who came over and gave her a hug.
"Ziva, I missed you! How was prison?"
"Horrible, McGee. But it's good to finally be-" but she stopped mid-sentence as she was cut off by a loud snoring sound coming from her right. She turned and smiled at the passed out Tony, his head resting on his arms, which were crossed on top of his desk.
"He hasn't slept at all since you've been gone."
"I know." She whispered, "Come, Tim. Let's go downstairs and talk with Abby, yes?"
"Yes." McGee smiled as they started towards the elevator. Ziva lagged behind a little, glancing back at a still snoring Tony, and then back up to the director's office, wondering what was bothering her, and why she had to suddenly talk to Gibbs…urgently, "Ziva, you comin'?" McGee asked, from the elevator.
"Hold on." She said, holding up a finger as she realized how disgusting she felt in her clothes; she had been wearing them for two days straight. She went over to Tony's desk, silently opened up the bottom drawer and grabbed the shirt out of the drawer, an Ohio State Buckeye's shirt, before going back over to her drawer and opening it up, grabbing her deodorant and her sweatpants. Not a very stunning combination, but a comfortable, clean one at that. She hurried back to the elevator, "Ready." She smiled as the doors closed.