Ziva's vision swam. It was clear to her by now that she'd had one too many shooters. She pulled out her phone again and tried to call her number one contact, Tony. There was going to be hell to pay if this call went straight to voicemail. She needed a ride home, if she took a cab how was she going to get to work tomorrow? There was always the bus or a cab but they weren't reliable and she might be late. Ziva hated being late.
She watching as her phone started ringing and then connected with Tony's voicemail. Taking a deep breath she started speaking, "Tony, it's Ziva," Ziva began, her words slurred. "I need help. Need a ride home. Please call me back when you get this."
Ziva waited for him to call back. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, then twenty. She wondered where Tony was. He was her partner and her partner said he would be here. She looked at the clock. It was going on midnight. Only four hours of sleep tonight. Maybe she should be heading home. She tried to stand up and felt the room sway around her.
"Woah," the bartender said. "Take it easy."
"Neeed to go home," Ziva muttered.
"Let me call you a cab."
"No, no time. Neeeeed too get sleeeeep."
"Ma'am you've had too much to…"
"Ma'am!" Ziva exclaimed as she headed for the door. The bartender stepped out from behind the bar and placed her hand on her shoulder. Ziva's immediate reaction was to fight back. She grabbed the bartenders hand and twisted it, shocking the tiny man that had been serving her tequila before walking out of the bar.
Finding her car she reached for her keys and walked over to the driver's side. She inserted the key into the ignition and pulled out into the traffic flow. She drove through the city, her bad driven worsened by the affect of alcohol on her brain. She avoided almost colliding with another car as she got off the beltway and started to head towards her apartment.
As she drove she cursed Tony. She trusted him, had spent two years trusting him and trying to get him to trust her. Why was he shutting her out to be with another woman? Why was he being so secretive towards her? What was he hiding? She still worried that he was sick. That all those tests he'd had done a few months ago were really the result of something serious. What if Tony was dying? How was she going to find out? When he didn't show up at work one day and Gibbs told the team that he'd passed away? How was that right? How could he be doing this to her?
She sped down the road, blowing through a stop sign and then swerving into oncoming traffic. At the sound of a blaring horn she attempted to correct her course, causing her to fly off the road until she connected with a poll, wrapping the car around the poll. Her head flew forward for a minute, connecting with the steering wheel and then back against the headrest of her Mini Cooper. She watched as her vision swam again as she felt her eyelids growing heavy.
"Ma'am?" she heard someone say. "Ma'am can you hear me?" What's your name."
"Ziva David she muttered
"It's okay Ziva, I'm gonna call an ambulance"
"My phone…" Ziva whispered. "Call…DiNozzo." Then her eyelids shut and everything went dark.