Previously…

"Okay, Tom." She told him in a tone that she usually used when appeasing a child who is in the verge of a big ass temper tantrum. Save for the fact that he stabbed her, and that he's bat shit crazy under the influence, he's relatively harmless. Misguided, but harmless. "Go home."

He took a step back and made a gesture that told her to follow him out, the bottle on his hand pointing her towards the stairs. "Well, then let's go."

Huh?

"Come on."

"What the hell are you talking about? I am not going with you." She asked, cringing when she heard the slur in her own voice.

Her words made a very unpleasant ring in his ears. She can't back out now. "But you promised me!"

Ziva took a deep breath and counted to three. At this point, she doesn't think even counting to a thousand would help her one bit. "No, I did not." Did she?

"Yes you did."

"Okay, maybe I did promise to go out with you." Ziva admitted with a frown that she didn't even bother hiding. "But that was just because I thought there would be 99% chance that you won't remember it. And you are keeping your friend's address hostage at the time!" She mentally cursed herself as her voice started to slur once again. She leaned onto a piece of furniture for support as her world momentarily tilted on its axis.

Thom squinted at her. "Are you alright? Did that middle aged man with the arm sling hurt you?"

Middle aged man? Tony would definitely love hearing that. "Go home, Tom."

"I can't let you stay with him. Not if he's hurting you." Thom insisted.

Damn it. She absolutely has no time for this. "He is not hurting me, Tom. Go home."

"No. You saved me once." He said. "Let me be the one to do the saving for now. He's lucky he got out of here before I had the chance to punch the daylights out of him. I thought I also have to get rid of him like what I did with the other two. He's way luckier than I expected."

Wait. Back up for a second. He could not possible mean— "What other two?"

"The other two. The lanky guy who kept on carrying you and that freaky goth with the tall shoes. They abducted you, did they?"

Ziva's heart raced. "What did you do to them?"

Thom grinned. "Don't worry, my love. I got it all covered. Now all you need to do is to come with me so that you can be safe from your captors."

"Captors?" Ziva gaped. "They are my friends!"

"Oh no." Thom gasped. "Oh god. I should've seen this coming. I've read something on Wikipedia about Stockholm's syndrome on kidnap victims. This is bad. This is so bad."

"Stockholm syndrome?" Ziva gaped at him. "I don't have Stockholm syndrome because I am not kidnapped, Tom!"

"It's alright my love. I will take you away from here." He pushed towards Ziva and grabbed her. He threw him over his shoulders like a caveman, and unluckily, Ziva was too dizzy and feeble to put up much of a fight.

"Put me down, damn it!" Ziva groaned. Her stomach rolled. "Oh no, I think I am going to be sick."

"Let me be your knight and shining armor tonight." He carried her out McGee's apartment, down towards the stairs and into his car. She didn't even have the time to wonder why he had been driving at all, given his age and his apparent craziness.

He had barely reached the driver's side of the car when a familiar voice boomed.

"Stop right there, Thom!" It was Tony.

"Shit!" Thom cursed as he spotted the injured agent pointing a gun at him using his good hand. "He's here!"

Ziva leaned her head back on the backseat of the car in utmost relief. "Thank god."

Tony walked slowly towards Thom. His gun never wavered. "Step away from the car slowly." He ordered while he stole a quick glance on his partner. "Are you okay back there, Ziva? Did he hurt you?"

"Just arrest him, Tony." Ziva said. "I am fine."

Tony returned his gaze at Thom. "Down on the ground, right now." He snarled. "You've got the nerve to abduct my partner under my watch!"

Thom hesitantly did as he's told. Cops showed up just as his face met with the cold concrete. Perhaps some concerned citizen called 911 after hearing the commotion outside. They read him his rights as they cuffed him, and dragged him all the way to their car.

"I will come back save you, my love." He yells from inside the police car while struggling against one of the officers. "I will come back for you, I promise!"

Once Thom is out of earshot, Tony made his way back to his almost kidnapped partner. And just as she feared, he opened the door with a huge grin already plastered on his face. "I cannot wait to tell McGee how the legendary Ziva David let a seventeen year old obsessed druggie abduct her so easily."

After giving their respective statements to the cops, Tony and Ziva found their way back inside McGee's apartment. It took them quite a while to conquer the stairs though. Between Ziva's obvious inability to put one foot in front of the other without swaying like a drunken sailor on a stormy night, and Tony's merciless quips at her expense that forces her to angrily spin towards him from time to time; it is a miracle that they even managed to get to the second floor before the sun rose.

"How did you know that I was in trouble?"

"McGee called me about someone named Peter Warwick following him. I remembered his name from one of the case files we have. He's Thomas Reginald's best friend."

Something finally clicked in Ziva's brain. She mentally kicked herself for not realizing it sooner. It must be the drugs. "Thomas Reginald—Thom—is Emma Jacobson's stepson."

"You mean the woman in tutu who drugged you?" Tony asked, arching his brow at her mockingly. "Yep. The one and only."

"Great." Ziva muttered in a tone that did not scream great at all. Then she gasped as she suddenly remembered her missing friend.

Tony gave her a reassuring pat on her shoulder before she got the chance to ask about the goth. "Abby's fine. McGee found her in some janitor's closet in a building a few blocks from here. They are back in NCIS now. Gibbs is there with them."

"The man who hit you with the bat—he's the one supplying illegal drugs to Mrs. Jacobson through her stepson Thom." Ziva said. "I now know why he looked so familiar when I saw him in a surveillance video outside my friend's bar as he dealt drugs. He's a person of interest in Jerry Osbourne's case."

The senior field agent nodded while he weighed in the new information. "So basically the bat guy is the dealer. He sold drugs to Reginald and Warwick, who subsequently sold to Reginald's aunt, the tutu woman. Our murder victim, Lieutenant Jerry Osbourne, was Jacobson's close friend so when he realized that she's been using drugs, he urged her to stop. When she didn't stop, Osbourne had no other choice but to investigate, which ultimately led him to the bat guy who then kills him."

"I am not sure if I am merely confused because of my drugged state or if the case is really that confusing. Though I think I kind of get it." Ziva muttered. "But how did you know that the man who hit you is the same one who killed our lieutenant?"

"Gibbs already solved the case hours ago." Tony said, looking a little apologetic. "Sorry. I forgot to tell you."

"So it's over?" Ziva asked with so hope brimming from her eyes.

"Well technically you are still kinda drugged, so I would say not really." Tony jibed. "But sans that little snippet, yes, it is over." Me continuing our game, however…

Ziva frowned as she caught Tony's expression just then. Her gut screamed at her; she didn't like it one bit. "Your mind just went somewhere. I could tell."

"Honey, there still a very long night ahead of us."

"Oh god no, please do not start with this again!"

For a brief second, Ziva wondered if she was better off kidnapped.

By the way, if anyone is writing medical-ish related stories or anything and has some questions about the field, feel free to ask pm me. I'd love to help in any way I can.