Disclaimer: I don't claim to own NCIS.
Ziva shouted, but Tony didn't really hear what she said. His gun was drawn, and so was hers. They were running, running away from the gunfire, the enemy, the stench of burnt corpse. Just running.
There was a shot, and it whizzed so close to his head that he felt a whoosh of air as the bullet flew past. In that second, he knew they were very screwed. He swung his head around and saw Ziva running just ahead of him. Further up, was their car.
Oh thank god for small mercies, he thought.
"Ziva!" he yelled, firing his weapon behind him blindly a few times, in an attempt to keep the enemy fire at bay. Thus far, this tactic was proving unsuccessful. "Get to the car!"
He knew that he'd heard her because she suddenly changed her route and reached into her pocket, presumedly for the keys. She withdrew her hand a second later and aimed it at the car, still sprinting at full speed. She had just managed to hit the 'open' button when she took a bullet to the thigh.
He heard a shout of "Fuck!" as she fell to the ground, dropping her weapon. His stomach dropped.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Situation not looking real good.
In a few seconds he'd caught up to her and dropped to her side.
"Can you walk?" He was alarmed by the amount of blood pouring from the would, but somehow managed to keep his cool.
She clenched her teeth in pain, but nodded, pushing herself up. Her leg immediately buckled. Three more shots went off. They were getting closer. Tony clenched his fists.
"Grab your gun!" he said.
She picked it up from where it had fallen. Almost immediately, he scooped her up and continued running. She opened her mouth to protest, but he got there first.
"This is not the time for you to bitch and moan about me helping you, David, nor is this meant as any kind off offense to your ninja skills," he said, drawing ragged breaths. "I want to get out of this alive and there is no way in hell I'm leaving you behind."
They reached the car and Tony yanked open the passenger door, thankful that Ziva had managed to get the car open before she'd taken the bullet. He pushed her in roughly and slammed the door, aware that she was in pain, but only concentrating on getting them the hell out of there.
"Get down low!" he shouted to her, running around the back of the car and shooting at the men advancing on them. He caught one of the attackers in the chest and, taking advantage of their surprise, ran to the driver's door and got in. Without wasting a second, he reversed, burning rubber. He pushed Ziva's head down.
"I said, get the hell down, David!" he muttered, just as the windscreen took a bullet and shattered.
Fuck, he thought, turning the wheel and pumping the gas. The car shot forward, and they were away. He didn't let up on the accelerator until they were well out of the district. Finally, he slowed and looked over to Ziva. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, her face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He dropped his eyes to her leg. Her hands were plugging the wound, but not very well- she was losing blood at an alarming rate.
"Okay, Zee," he said. "Don't worry a bit. We're going to get to a hospital and you're going to be-"
With all his babbling, Tony hadn't realized that he had not been watching the road. Suddenly, the car impacted with a tree with tremendous force, the car split with an ear-shattering screech, and whatever Tony was saying was forgotten.
A/N: So.. shall I continue? Give me your two cents. Tell me your favourite lines. How much did it suck? What's the weather like? Write me a poem.