"DiNozzo! David! Get your asses up." Gibbs yelled when the team entered the hospital room.
Ziva forced her eyes open. "What exactly do you want Gibbs?" She said. Ziva knew Gibbs was still mad at her for pinning him, or he wouldn't yell at her to wake her up. He'd come over there and wake her up, without all the yelling.
"They said you have to leave because there was a bombing and they need the rooms of people who are well enough to go home." He said.
"What! She just got shot in the stomach and they think she is well enough to go home! She can barely sit up, and she's going to be sore after her episode with Eli!" Tony yelled.
"Tony, honey, it is Israel, there are going to be people with legs blown off and people that have been tortured." Ziva said, matter-of-factly. She tried to sit up, it was painful. Tony pushed her back down.
"Ziva, baby, please don't try and sit up. I'll get a wheelchair if you insist that you want to go home."
"They won't have an extra one. Like I said, people with legs blown off." Ziva said.
"Fine, I'm going to sign release papers." Tony said angrily and went to sign them.
When Tony came back in Ziva was about to try and sit up again and Tony pushed her back down. "No. I'll carry you." Tony said and slipped his hands under her body and made to pick her up.
"No you won't. You have stitches in your arm. Plus, you have to carry our bags that we would've used for the trip." Ziva contridicted. Tony forgot about the stitches and the bags.
"Gibbs, I'm not letting her walk. Could you?" He asked.
"Yes. We have two rental cars outside to drive in." Gibbs said and picked Ziva up. Tony nodded his thanks and followed Gibbs out, everybody else following him. When they got outside, Gibbs nodded in the general direction of one of the cars.
"Me, you, Ziva, and Jenny are driving this one, Ziva can lay in the back.
"Okay." Tony said. Gibbs nodded to the other car.
"Abby and McGee will take this one. We have a privet jet waiting at the airport." Gibbs said.
"Sweet!" Tony said.
Ziva grinned, "Gibbs, take me to the car." She said. He carried her over and set her in the back seat. Tony climbed in beside her and she laid her head on his lap. When the bags and everybody were all loaded in their destined car they left.
Ziva was asleep by the time they made it to the airport. "Ziva." Tony said and slipped his leg out from under her head, as gently as possible.
"What?" She said, not really awake.
"Ziva, honey. You have to get up." He said.
"No." She said, still not awake. Tony didn't care about the damn stitches or airport security, he was carrying his wife.
He picked Ziva up and felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'll get her." McGee said.
"I got her, get our bags." He said.
"No, Tony. She's too heavy, you'll pop the stitches. I'll get her, you get the bags." McGee said firmly.
"Fine, here." Tony said, knowing McGee was right. He got the bags and carried them to the jet.
McGee placed Ziva on the couch so she could sleep, and Tony went and laid behind her and closed his eyes.
Somebody touched Tony's shoulder again. "We're going in the other room, spend some time with Ziva." Jenny said.
"Okay." He said.
Tony looked over to Ziva, who was now awake. "Hey baby, how you doing?"
"Fine, come here." She said and sat up.
Tony scooted towards her. Ziva locked her lips to his. Tony opened his mouth and Ziva pushed him down. She straddled him, he pulled away.
"No." Tony said.
"Why!" Ziva asked him.
"You know very well why." Tony said.
"Please Tony!" Ziva asked, and stuck her lip out.
Tony looked into Ziva's eyes, she looked truly hurt. He sighed, and Ziva knew she'd won.
"Fine, no sex though. But, we can make out." Tony said and laid back. He did not want to give in completely, but this benefited him too so he caved a little.
"Okay." Ziva said and covered his mouth with hers again.
After awhile in their loud make-out session, somebody yelled at them, "When we said spend time with Ziva, we didn't mean that you had to put such graphic images in our heads!" Gibbs yelled.
"Oh, shut up!" Ziva yelled and was about to lean back down to Tony. He gently pushed her back up and turned his legs so that he was sitting up, but Ziva was still on his lap facing him.
"That's enough." He said.
"Why?" She asked.
"I don't want you anymore hurt than you are. Please, Ziva." Tony said.
"Okay. My stomach is hurting a bit." Ziva said and laid her head on his uninjured shoulder.
"Thanks you." Tony said and started to run his fingers through her hair.
"Is your shoulder okay?" Ziva asked.
"I'm fine. You're the one who needs to be worried about, you could've died. I wasn't going to die from a shoulder wound." Tony said.
"Thank you Tony, but I am fine." She said. Gibbs walked through the door.
"We're here." He said.
"That was awfully quick." Tony said.
"Well." Gibbs said and Ziva and Tony followed him outside. But, they didn't see the scenery of D.C., they saw Rome. Tony and Ziva dropped their bags.
"Who? What? When? Where? How?" Tony murmered, dazed.
"Gibbs. Rome. At the airport. You two got shot, so we got six tickets to Rome." Abby said, answering all his questions. Tony was in awe and couldn't talk correctly. He smiled.