Ziva swore under her breath as she struggled with her inside out umbrella. Why were they so difficult to use? Surely the whole point of them was to open up and stay up so you could remain dry? She was definitely not dry.
She despised American Weather. Yes, it needed capital letters. It was that bad. She missed the desert. The lovely sun and heat with no cold wind blundering all around her and rain getting everywhere despite the fact that she was wearing three layers and a waterproof coat! This was not going to be a good day. She had this feeling that something was going to go wrong and, to top ot all off, she had a headache. There was something wrong with her car; she had to take the bus and now this! See, not a good day at all already.
Eventually she got into NCIS, soaking wet and smelling faintly like damp dog. She was in no mood for Tony's stupid antics.
"Good Morning Zee-vah! Somebody's all wet!" Tony called across obnoxiously to her.
Ziva just grumbled in response and then sneezed, ruining her glare. Though, she did smile when Gibbs head slapped him.
"No innuendos at work, DiNozzo!" he barked.
"That a new rule Boss?" Tony asked sheepishly, rubbing the sore spot.
Gibbs glared at him.
"Right...back to work with me!" Tony said far too cheerfully.
Not even a minute passed and Tony gave Gibbs a curious look.
"Boss?"
"What?"
"No dead marine?"
"No." And with that said, Gibbs got up and left. Presumably to get coffee but where he'd go in this weather – wait, nothing stopped Gibbs getting his coffee.
"Oh... Ziva?" Tony turned round to look at his partner. "Ziva?"
"What?" Ziva snapped irritably.
She was still feeling tired and her throat felt as if she had a newt in it (that wasn't correct...she'd have to ask Tony when he wasnt annoying her so much or maybe McGee). Which she did not understand because she had not done anything to damage her throat.
Tony raised his hands in surrender, "I was just going to ask if you could maybe get one of you con-hey are you okay?"
"Con-what, Tony?" she asked. "And I am fine."
She looked back down at her work, the words blurring slightly and the speed at which she moved hee head and missed the concerned look Tony threw at her.
The next thing she felt was something cold on her forehead. She leaned into it, not realising just how hot she had felt.
"You're warm!" Tony exclaimed, removing his hand swiftly from her forehead.
She was slightly concerned that she didn't sense him coming but couldn't bring herself to get too work up, her head was all fuzzy.
"I am fine!"
"Ziva. You are not fine. You are warm to the touch and shivering at the same time!"
"What's going on here!"
Ah, Gibbs was back with coffee and McGee in tow.
"Tony is being ridiculous!" complained Ziva
"Ziva is being stubborn!" Tony countered and then threw in for good measure. "About the state of her health." Gibbs hated it if they put their job over their health.
Ziva glared at him. That was underfoot and sneaky.
She blinked; Gibbs was suddenly in front of her, his hand reaching for her head. She ducked out of the way not wanting to be told to go see Ducky. Why could she not sense anyone today? Gibbs frowned, never a good thing.
"DiNozzo! Go bring her down to Ducky!"
Ziva protested but was over-ruled as by all three men on her team and she soon found herself being dragged over to the elevator by Tony.
"I know where autopsy is Tony!"
"I know, I just want to make sure you actually go there."
Tony watched his partner carefully as Ziva just glared at him and spent the entire ride muttering dark words (Tony was pretty sure they were directed towards him) in Hebrew. He hustled her into Autopsy before she could make a run for it and called out to Ducky.
"And that, my boy is why videos are far better than these DVDs..." he heard Ducky lecture Palmer.
"Ducky!"
"Yes?" the good doctor responded, bustling over with a scalpel in hand...very disturbing given that he did not have any 'guests' today.
"Ziva's sick!"
"I am not!" Ziva said irritably and then said more calmly. "Gibbs and Tony are under the impression that I have a temperature."
"You do!" Tony said
"Do not."
"Do to!"
Ducky was highly amused by their conversation but decided to put an end to it as hew saw a light sheen of sweat had broken out over Ziva's forehead and her eyes had unfocused slightly.
"Children, children!"
That made them stop pretty fast, though Ziva continued to glare at Tony who was just looking worriedly at her.
"Hop up onto the table, my dear." Ducky told Ziva, who obeyed reluctantly, none of them ever really disobeyed Ducky. "Open up."
Rolling her eyes Ziva opened her mouth for the thermometer which was placed in her mouth carefully.
"Hey, you shut her up." Tony joked, looking relieved that she allowed herself to be checked over properly.
Ziva glared at him, aiming a kick at him but he just jumped backwards and easily avoided it.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before the thermometer beeped. Ziva handed it quickly to Ducky her tutted slightly.
"You do have a temperature." He pronounced.
"Ha!" exclaimed Tony.
"I am fine!" Ziva protested.
"The thermometer does not lie; I'll tell Gibbs you should go home and rest up. You may come back tomorrow if you feel better. Doctor's orders! Anthony, bring her home."
"Aye, aye, Doc!" Tony saluted Ducky and held a hand out to help Ziva down (which she ignored, of course).
"Leave me alone!" she hissed, glaring dangerously at him as she practically stomped out the door.
Tony just gave Ducky a look.
"Just, look after her Anthony. "
"She sure can't do it herself," Tony muttered, following his irate partner out.