AN: Okay. I give you all permission to go all Ziva-crazy on me and just… kill me. Just, right there. Take out a gun, and shoot me. Kill me 18 different ways with a paper clip. Make Ziva proud. Sigh, I really am sorry bout the non-updating thing going on. But tomorrow's literally the last day of school. SUMMER! Therefore, more updating, since I'm not really a 'camp person.' Yeah, not my style.

MOVING ON.

Here's the long awaited chapter that I finally found the time to finish. Yay!

Chapter 6

"Excuse me?" Dr. Ross said.

"You heard me. Gimme your scrubs. I don't wanna hurt anyone more than necessary," the man said. He held out his bare hand, waiting for the doctor to hand over his scrubs.

Dr. Ross shook his head, "I don't have time for this. Leave, or I'm calling security. I have patients I need to see."

The man's eyes widened for a second and a smile crept onto his face, "Is Anthony DiNozzo one of those patients?"

The middle-aged doctor said tightly, "I can't divulge any of that information to you, now leave. Security is just a button away," he threatened.

The man reached into his jacket, the sick smile remaining on his face, that just easily told him that this Dr. Ross was Anthony DiNozzo's physician. Perfect. He laughed a horrible laugh that made your stomach twist, "Oh, I don't think you'll be calling security any time soon."

Dr. Ross lunged for the phone against the wall next to him, but the man was quick and anticipated him to do just that.

The man grabbed the doctor easily, and held his arms behind his back. This was all just too easy… the man thought. He reached back into his jacket, and pulled out the 6 inch knife he had been hiding there. Dr. Ross was still struggling, and the man didn't know why he didn't just give up already, it was already over.

The man whispered into his ear, "Give. Me. Your. Scrubs. Any funny business while doing so, well," he laughed, "This knife isn't the only thing I'm hiding in this jacket."

Dr. Ross nodded slightly, and the man let go of him and pushed him to the other side of the room, away from the phone. He quickly undressed out of his scrubs, wearing only an under shirt and black boxers underneath. He wordlessly handed the pile of clothes to the man.

The man smiled again, "Now, was that hard?"

The doctor shook his head and turned away from the man.

The man who was standing in the very back of the room, clutched the scrubs tightly in his hands and started walking towards the door.

About to grab the handle, he suddenly turned around, Dr. Ross remained turned around, staring out a nearby window.

The man silently walked over to the doctor, slit his throat, and watched as the doctor fell to the ground, a pool of blood slowly starting to spill out of his neck.

The man sighed contently, "Thanks for the scrubs buddy."

He walked out of the doctor's lounge.

~~N~C~I~S~~N~C~I~S~~N~C~I~S~~N~C~I~S~~N~C~I~S~~

"Jello!" Tony said excitedly as Kathy the nurse gave him the small cup filled with the red jello.

Kathy laughed as Tony grabbed the small plastic spoon from her hand and starting devouring the little food.

"Tony, slow down," Ziva said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Tony turned his head to quickly look at her, with no intention of slowing his eating. Ziva glared at him. He sighed dramatically and took one spoonful as if in slow motion. Ziva shook her head at him and leaned back in her chair.

Kathy told him that his doctor would be here to see him in a few minutes and quietly left, off to check over another patient.

She left, and the room was left in silence. Neither Tony nor Ziva had talked about them sleeping together. Well, not that sleeping together. The literal sleeping together.

Tony cleared his throat, in an attempt to lessen the awkward air. It only made it worse.

"How's your… um, jelly?" Ziva asked hesitantly.

Tony couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, "Jello, Ziva. Jello, is this stuff," he gestured to his cup, "jelly is the stuff you use to make PB&J. That's what the 'J' stands for."

"But, isn't PBJ a channel on TV?"

"That's PBS, Ziva."

Ziva shook her head, "There are too many acronyms in the world."

Tony nodded in agreement, "Won't argue there. NCIS, JAG, CIA, FBI, NSA, the list goes on."

And then… the silence continued.

"Ever see… The Dark Knight?" Tony asked her.

Ziva looked up, "Actually, no."

Tony beamed at her, "It's great! You would love it, lots of violence. See, The Joker, played by Heath Ledger – such a shame he died right? He was great – well, he's killing all these people because Batman, played by Christian Bale – he's a great actor too, I remember watching him when he was only like, 13 in Empire of the Sun, well The Joker is killing all these people until Batman takes off his mask and shows Gotham who he is, which causes a whole mess of issues and…"

Ziva let Tony ramble on about the movie, which in fact, did sound pretty good. She watched as his eyes lit up whenever he mentioned a particular part in the movie he loved, or an actor or actress he apparently liked.

"But the whole movie basically revolves around this one quote the guy Harvey Dent says in the beginning, 'You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.' Nice quote, don't you think?"

Ziva smiled, "Yes, I like it very much actually."

Tony smiled in return, "You know… we should… watch it one day, once I get out of here, you can swing by my apartment and watch it."

"I would like that Tony." Ziva said seriously.

"It's a date!—I mean—" Tony was interrupted by the door opening.

"Hello, Agent DiNozzo," the doctor said as he walked in, "My name is Dr. Ross and I will be your physician for your remainder of your time here."

"Yeah, speaking of which doc," Tony said, "when do I get out of here?"

The doctor smiled, and Ziva couldn't help but put her investigative skills to work, something did not seem right about this man.

"Well, we'll see after this little check up, alright?" Dr. Ross compromised.

Tony nodded, "Well, alright."

"Now then," the doctor cleared his throat, "You will need to leave the room, miss."

Ziva stood up, "I am not leaving."

"She's not leaving," Tony said with her.

Dr. Ross sighed, "You have no choice, I'm sorry, but it's mandatory. The quicker you leave, the quicker we can get started, and the quicker you can come back, okay?" He smiled again.

Ziva sighed, "I'll see you in a bit Tony, hm?"

He nodded and watched as she left the room, the door closing softly behind her.

Tony leaned back, "So doc, how are—"

Dr. Ross whipped around, "Shut up Agent DiNozzo, and let me do my job." He smiled sickly and jabbed a needle into Tony's leg while he wasn't paying attention.

"What the hell!" Tony yelled.

"Oh, calm down Anthony, and go to sleep. You will be waking up to many surprises…" he said, and Tony couldn't help but feel drowsier and drowsier by the millisecond.

Before he knew it, Tony was out cold.

The man laughed, "Oh, Anthony, you will have many surprises to wake up to."

AN: Well, I hope this chapter was good for waiting so long! Things are starting to heat up. I'll update as soon as I can! Promise.

Well, now I'm in the mood to watch The Dark Knight. Damn.

Ah well, I'll figure something out. :P

~ Goddess of the Flock (Jamie)