My friend Marissa gave me the prompt, "roads." This is the humorous outcome. I don't own NCIS...
He clutched the side of the passenger door and closed his eyes as she drove down the long and windy roads. "Ziva, do you think you could maybe slow down a little?" he asked, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. "I'm getting a headache."
"I cannot slow down, Tony. Gibbs told us to meet him at the crime scene as soon as we could," Ziva replied, looking over at him.
Special Agent DiNozzo's face was green and he looked like he was going to be sick. The senior field agent covered his mouth and coughed once before he replied, "That doesn't mean we have to be there immediately. We can take our time getting there."
"No, we cannot, Tony. We waste precious time catching the killer if we take our time getting to the crime scene."
For an ex-assassin, Tony had to hand it to Ziva. She was more concerned about finding the killers than he was. Agent DiNozzo coughed again and rolled down the window. He stuck his head out and breathed in the fresh April air. "Please, Ziva. Can't you just stop for two minutes?" he begged, glancing back at her.
"You are...how do you Americans say it? A wimp?" Ziva asked, looking over at Tony, shaking her head.
"Yes, yes. A wimp. I'm a wimp because you drive too fast down these windy roads. Now can you please pull over?" Tony rushed, coughing again.
Ziva sighed and reluctantly pulled the car over. "Fine, fine. Only two minutes though! Gibbs needs us at the scene."
Tony sighed and then rushed out of the car once it came to a stop. He ran into the bushes and threw up, the color slowly returning to his face. Tony got back in the car and buckled his seatbelt before looking at Ziva.
"Are you ready, Mr. Wimp?" she teased with a smirk.
"I'm ready, Probie."