"Not to get childish or anything, but you're the one who tore into my throat," he snapped back, stumbling as she hauled him up. He grinned, smirking at her. "Not always. For you I'm a special stupid. And it's a free country, I can call you whatever I want you psycho bitch." He gave a smirk and slid the vervain into his hand. "But what you need to ask yourself is, where's the vervain and am I really stupid?"
With that he brought his good hand up and shoved the vervain in her face. He wrenched himself free from her grasp and ran for the door again. He had to get out and warn someone. He just thanked whatever higher power there was that Ziva knew him so well and his habits.
But it was going to be hell making this up to Shannon. He had a brief moment of wondering if this was how Gibbs felt with his ex-wife Diane.