Tony's entire arm and hand were sore. He'd been gripping the roll bar tightly since they'd left the parking lot. His stomach lurched as they took another corner at an excessive speed. "It's not like they're gonna move the hospital between when we left and now."

Ziva passed a UPS truck illegally, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with an oncoming car as she swerved back into her own lane. "Have we ever been in an accident together?"

"Uh, yeah. As I recall you almost single-handedly started a war with Venezuela on that occasion."

"I said accident, Tony. That one was intentional and it would have worked if that Secret Service agent had given us better information. And I hardly think the political situation between your two countries is my fault."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He knew she was looking at him and he tried not to grimace as they cut across three lanes to make their turn. "Is the first country you've been to where they install turn signals in cars?"

She accelerated into a sharp curve. "You shouldn't have let me drive if all you were going to do is whine."

He gaped at her incredulously. "You shouldn't have picked my pocket and stolen the keys!"

"You should have been paying more attention."

"Well, you…Ziva!" He dug his fingers into the dashboard, silently praying his grip wouldn't affect deployment of the airbag. "Get off the median!"

A deep laugh sounded from the back seat as the two left tires regained the pavement. "I find it rather exciting. It's like a carnival ride."

Tony kept his eyes locked on the road ahead of them. "How long has it been since you've been to a carnival, Ducky?"

"I don't know. When was the last World's Fair?"

"1939?" Ziva cut off yet another car as she fishtailed into the hospital parking lot. "I think I read a novel about it."

"Hmm. Slightly before my time. Perhaps it was a county fair of some sort. I know I remember Mother was very excited about riding the bumper cars."

"Bumper cars?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'd like them, Ziva. You see, there are a group of small cars with rubber bumpers surrounding the bottoms on all sides, and drivers maneuver around an enclosed area running into each other."

Tony resisted the overly dramatic urge to fall to his knees and kiss the ground as he got out of the car. "In other words, it would be just like your regular driving, without all the property damage and insurance troubles."

She made a face at him before turning toward the front door of the hospital. Upon entering, he got a moment alone with her as Ducky went to the courtesy desk to determine the location of the neurology department. "What's up?"

"What do you mean?" She leaned toward the window of the gift shop, pretending to inspect a shelf of colorful stuffed bears embroidered with get well messages.

He nudged her arm to draw her attention back to him. "I mean that that was terrible driving even by your standards."

"Really?" She was looking at him in the way he liked least, the way that told him she'd just won a contest he didn't even know he'd been involved in. "Did it give you a sick feeling your stomach?"

"Yeah. I almost gave your muffin back. Hey, that was pretty good, by the way. When did you have time to make that?"

"Before we got this case, and don't try to change the subject. Do you want to experience another car ride like that in the near future?"

"Hell no."

"Then we have an understanding."

"About what, exactly?"

"The next time there's going to be crying, you handle the interview." He ducked to catch the keys she had tossed over her shoulder as she walked toward Ducky. "Ready, Doctor?"

"Yes, I do fit in well with my scrubs on. I'm glad you didn't give me any time to change. But to business – we are going to follow the signs for the cafeteria, but make a right just before we get there and go toward radiology. There is a set of elevators just after the CT lab. We take those up to the seventh floor and the neurology department should be right there."

"These medical building are always built like labyrinths," Ziva sighed as they stepped into the elevator three wrong turns and ten minutes of wandering later. She pressed the button for their floor. "At least Maureen Thompson works in the same department as Dr. Neal. Do you want to check with the floor nurses about the fiancée while Ducky and I talk to Neal's colleagues?"

"No problem," Tony replied distractedly, still focused on the first thing she'd said. "Hey, did you see Labyrinth? Great way to freak out young children." He caught a disapproving glance from her. "What? Can you think of anything scarier for kids than David Bowie and Muppets?"

She regarded him seriously. "Suicide bombers."

"Sorry," he muttered, averting his eyes. "Guess I should have specified American children."

"All right, here we are," Ducky said with disproportionate cheerfulness as the elevator dinged. "If anyone offers you complimentary ECT, be sure you politely decline."