A/N: tiva, established or soon to be established (that's what I was thinking while writing, not that it matters). did zero research, have no idea where this takes place other than somewhere more woodsy, maybe early morning. have no idea why my brain went from "what a fluffy prompt" to "now make it angsty instead" after literally writing one sentence

Prompt: You looked cold

Tiva, Ziva gets into a car accident (look at me remembering what this was about)

Out of nowhere his scent seemed to surround her as heavy fabric was gently draped over her shoulders. She hadn't heard him approach her, the sound of the tow truck and the raging river below her drowning out everything else.

He locked eyes with her as he came to a stop next to her, worry clouding his eyes. "You looked cold."

She gave him a half smile, and averted her gaze, not ready for a conversation. More yelling from the river's edge, as the tow truck seemed to strain and complain at what the two men in hi-vis jackets were putting it through.

The mangled, crumpled front of her Mini emerged slowly from the water.

A puff of air visibly left Tony's lungs, and when she dared to glance his way, she was certain his teeth would shatter if he clenched his jaw any harder.

The car was more than halfway out of the water now, and she bit her bottom lip, inspecting the dented roof, and what little space there was between the roof and the hood. Her brows furrowed, trying to remember exactly how she had managed to escape through the small opening, before the car slid further into the river.

His voice was painfully soft when he said her name.

She closed her eyes for a moment before facing him.

He glanced at the bandage on her left temple. "Didn't want to go with the ambulance, huh?"

The casualness didn't match the pain in his eyes.

"I am-"

He held up his hand. "You are not fine, you are lucky."

Her lips parted, she couldn't argue with that. She glanced at the wreckage, now on full display on the river bank. Something that barely passed as a chuckle left her lips. "Aren't you going to make a joke about my driving?"

His eyes narrowed briefly, then he nodded down the road at the dead deer. "These guys can come out of nowhere, even your IED evading skills won't help you with that."

She let out a real chuckle, and his hands reached for the lapels of his coat, pulling them closer together, wrapping her tighter in a poor substitute of an embrace. His fingers lingered and his gaze never wavered.

The sound of the tow truck engine stalled, distracting her, his warm right hand on her cheek drew her back to him.

He opened his mouth, nodded his head almost imperceptibly, pulled her tightly to him, one arm around her back, one hand holding the back of her head, fingers gently threading in her hair.

She felt stress vibrate through his body.

"I know you won't go to the hospital, but-"

"I will see Ducky."

A sigh of relief, and most of the tension, left his body. She briefly closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and relaxed into him, after a shiver ran through her body.

As he kissed the top of her head twice, she felt the adrenaline in her body had seemingly run its course. Her legs felt like jelly, and the vague sensation in her head was fast becoming a full blown headache.

Reluctantly she pulled back from his embrace, his hands once again making sure she was cocooned in his coat.

She glanced at what was left of the Mini, the carnage it had created on the trees and shrubs as it had crashed down the river bank, the poor deer, and the black skid marks on the asphalt. She really had been lucky to walk away mostly unscathed.

"I should buy a lottery ticket," she said with a smile as she met Tony's gaze.

He gently caressed her right cheek, a soft smile on his lips. "I already won the lottery."