A/N: Hey again everyone, thanks UBERMUCH to anyone whose been keeping up with this silly story that's so fun to write. Infact, there are so many of you amazing people, I can't name them all, I'm sorry! But I want you to know anyone whose added, alerted, or reviewed, I've checked out all your profiles and I'm happy to have fans from Poland and France and Britan again this round. That's so amazing! Alright, this chapter is a little awkward, stick with me people. Also: a little language in this one, so PLEASE consider yourself warned.

Ziva sat curled uncomfortably in the trunk of a Sedan, her wrists ziptied behind her back, a scarf tied in between her teeth. And on top of all that, she was awkwardly smushed next to Tony, this boy she hardly knew who smelled for goodness sakes. After five minutes of focused concentration, she finally worked the scarf out of her mouth.

"Tony!" she whispered frantically.

"Yoof g-ftt the sc-ff -ahht?" he mumbled.

"Can you switch over here?" she replied. Tony attempted to turn his body sideways, which took alot of grunting and oof-ing, but he eventually was squeezed face to face with him. "Don't get two excited." she whispered as she clamped down on a chunk of the scarf on his cheek and pulled. A moment later, he was gasping for air.

"I'm not gunna lie," he said quietly "that was kinda hot."

"You're disgusting." she hissed. "Okay, I have a knife in my bra, I need you to-"

"Where?"

"Tony, we have no time for this! If you want to get out of here alive you will listen to me." he nodded solemnly. "Okay, over there, next to the spare tire, should be a little metal clasp-type bracket thing, and if you rub your tie the right way you can probably get yours unhooked. Can you feel it?"

A moment later, Tony said: "Got it."

"Okay, can you rub the tie against the thin edge and it should eventually snap." she waited in painful anxiety for the next few minutes as she listened to the little hiccup of the ziptie flying back and fourth over the metal bracket.

"Ha!" Tony barked, half whispering. "I did it!"

"Good! Now get the knife and cut my ties."

"uhh..." he paused awkwardly. "are you sure you want me to...?"

"Oh for the love of God, get the knife Tony, we're running out of time." In a flash, Tony's hand dissapeared down the front of her dress, and returned with the thin 6 inch long knife, which was folded in on itself. "Ben Zonah*." Ziva swore quietly has she heard the snap of the ties braking. She twirled her wrists.

"Whaddya just say?"

"Nevermind. Give me my knife back, please." She felt the familiar metal weight in her palm and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you!" she huffed sarcastically.

"So what's the plan, crazy ninja?"

"Shut up." she growled back and she flicked the knife open.

"Jeez, watch it would you?"

"I will not cut you pry-baby." Tony snickered at this.

"Cry baby?"

"Shh, we are slowing down!" he stopped snickering as they felt the car roll to the stop. "Okay." she began in a much quieter voice. "When the man opens the trunk I want you to kick him in between the legs, can you manage that?"

"Durr."

"Okay, and can you tackle someone?" this time he scoffed.

"Sweetheart, I'm a football player. I think I can manage a tackle."

"Don't call me sweetheart." she finished quickly as she heard the car doors open and shut. She put a finger to her lips, hoping that Tony could see. They heard the metallic twist of some keys in the lock, and then were blinded by a gash of sunlight. They were in some sort of empty tin warehouse.

"Now!" Ziva screamed, and Tony's foot shot out, connecting with the man's personal area. He grunted and fell to his knees. "Get on top of him." Ziva ordered as she scrambled out of the trunk. She ducked down, hoping Tony would follow her lead, which he did.

"Frank?" The other man asked from the front of car. She heard lumbering footsteps as he made his way to the back of the car. This is when she sprung and pressed the blade threataningly, but not to the point where it sliced, against the man's neck.

"Not a move." she demanded.

"What the fu-"

"SHH!" Ziva hushed and turned the man's shoulders to face where Tony was pressing his knee on her hostage's partner's back, his fingers dug into his forearms, pressing them to the ground. "Grab his gun. Can you shoot a gun?" she asked

"Shooting ranges." He said. Ziva considered this, then shrugged.

"Then pull him up, and push him against the car door, like they do on the crime shows."

"Yeah, I got that." Tony was the same basic size as the man, so Ziva figured he wouldn't have too much difficulty.

"Could you grab his too?" She nodded her head down, implying her own hostage.

"Dude, this is insane." Tony muttered as he slid the man's gun from the holster, then pulled him up carefully, pressing the barrell into his back. He leaned over, grabbed Ziva's man's gun, and handed it to her. She repeated the gun handling motion, sliding it into the small of the large mans back. "Good, okay. Hands up fellas." Tony took a step back, aiming the gun at both of them. Ziva did the same. The men, who looked insanley embarassed, slipped their arms over their heads.

"Alright, in the trunk." Ziva said cooly.

"What?" the man on the right asked incredeously.

"Are you deaf? Get in." she repeated. "Now!" she yelled when they were moving too slowly. When the two men had crammed themselves in, very uncomfortably, she slammed the trunk closed and pulled the keychain from the keyhole.

"Well, that went smoothly." Tony said. She snapped her knife closed.

"You did better than I thought you would." she admitted.

"Thanks."

"Okay, now we wait. My backup should be getting here soon." Ziva said. "But keep the gun."

"Wasn't planning on dropping it. Damn, that was an adrenaline rush. Maybe I'll be a cop when I grow up." Ziva socffed at this. "What? You can't see me being a cop?"

"Hardly. I can't see you growing up."

Half an hour later there was the noise of tires towards the front of the warehouse. Ziva rushed to the window.

"Harah*!" she whispered and jogged back to Tony, who was leaning against one of the metal walls.

"What's up? Your backup here?"

"No. We have company."

"Well that just sucks Monkey Balls."

"What?" Ziva asked, confused, but the slamming of two car doors shut them up motioned for Tony to follow her behind the Sedan, which would serve as a pretty good barrier. The garage like door opened slowly to reveal Three men, all holding semi-automatic weapons.

"Harah!" Ziva swore again.

"What do you keep saying?" Tony whispered back. The three men still hadn't seen them, and she put her finger to her lips.

"Garret? What the hell?" one of the men barked confusedly.

"Dude, if he lost that girl, he's in some deep-"

"shh!" the first man replied. They all raised their weapons. Ziva's stomach bundled into a thick knot. She shut one eye. She could hit the middle one square in the ches if she was lucky. Suddenly, loud thumping noises arose from the trunk. Ziva groaned. She had no time. She fired, the shot rang against the walls, rattling the window panes, shaking the arm bones. The middle man dropped with a cry. Ziva could almost feel her heart stop.

I just...I just...Holy mother of... her thoughts flew around in her head faster than the speed of light.

"Oh my GOD!" Tony yelled in shock. "You crazy mother-fu..." Tony trailed off as he stared at her in astonishment. Then the men's weapons began firing at the Sedan, hundreds of loud bangs mushed together.

"Get down!" Ziva screamed and dropped to her knees.

A second later more weapon noises filled the air and, yes, she couldn't believe it, she saw her men running in through the open door. She collapsed against the side of the car, hyperventilating, bulbs flashing in front of her eyes. Harsh voices cut the air, and she could see in her mind's eye, Yetta dropping the men swiftly. It was over.

A/N: Aha! But the story isn't. Update soon I'm starting it right now.

*Ben Zonah: Son of a B*!&!h
*Harah: S$!t
(Both in Hebrew)