CHPTR 17
"Tony! You're awake!" Ziva rushed to his side. He groaned. Emily grabbed a cup of water and helped Tony into a sitting position. He took a few sips and cleared his throat.
"Thanks. So, not a dream?" he asked.
"No, Tony. You are not dreaming. Do you want some food?" Emily asked. Tony's stomach rumbled loudly. "I'll take that as a yes." She stood and moved out of the room.
"So, Ziva, feel like un-handcuffing me?" Ziva shook her head, Tony looked much better now and she didn't want to risk him running off again. "Oh come on! I'm not going anywhere." Ziva gave him a look.
"Sorry, mon ami, your silver foxy man was very specific about not letting you go. He's very attached to you." Tony blushed. "So nope, you're to remain on that couch, handcuffs and all."
"Where did Gibbs go?" He asked. Looking around at the nearly empty room, he could have sworn it had more people before.
"They got a lead on Shawn and Abby's location. They should be back in 30 minutes." Ziva replied.
Emily walked back in the room and tossed a cellophane wrapped sandwich at Tony. It hit him in the head and bounced into his lap.
"Thank you, where did you get this?" He asked.
"Fridge, think it might have been Hotch's. I'll get him a new one." Emily sidled up to Ziva. "I got also buy you lunch, if you want?" Ziva grinned and nodded.
