Tony tried to helped Ziva sit more comfortably as she moved. She really did look terrible. "That's my name last time I checked. Unless I'm going completely crazy of course." He smiled some. "You look like hell." He pulled a chair over and plopped himself down in the chair.
"So, Abby said you were working some case and got all captured. Where the hell was your back up?"
Tony was more pissed about that than anything. He wished he had been there. He should have been there. But there was little he could do about it. All he could do was move on and help Ziva recover. After all, if her weak attempt at trying to break her hand was any indication, she was definitely doped up on a lot of pain meds.
"And I thought you had a whole rule about never being captured alive."