Ziva was confused by seeing Tony on the boards. Then again, given that Rory had upped her pain medication, she was also convinced that maybe she had just hallucinated it. Because the Seal didn't bring people you wanted here. It wouldn't have brought her team here. Or even one of them from her team. It should have brought Gibbs. Gibbs could headslap Lucifer and this would all be over. At least that was the theory? Eh, it was a hyped up on pain medication theory but it was a theory all the same. But no matter. This wasn't happening because the mop!Team was still there and Tony wasn't there.
Having been asleep, the second she felt a finger poking her shoulder, Ziva's arm snapped up and grabbed the offending hand. She would have squeezed it to break it but she was currently weakened from the whole torture three and a half weeks ago thing and on pain medication so that really wasn't in her cards. But then she heard Tony's voice and she let go of the hand. Okay. So this wasn't a threat on her life. That worked.
Opening her eyes, the Israeli woman winced as she forced herself to sit up, eying Tony critically as if to make sure he was there.
"Tony.... "
She didn't really know what to say or how to react. Her head was so incredibly fuzzy. She wasn't certain that this was even really happening, truthfully. Because for all she knew, it was a dream brought on by pain and medication. It certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.