"You! Out of the car!" James shouted out as he walked him and the Director closer. Ziva slipped over to the passenger side door and slowly got out. "Hands on your head!" Ziva rose her hands up and moved towards the front of the car. Tony knew she was trying to get a better angle on Dempsy. "Cuff yourself. Hands behind your back." He stated, throwing a pair of cuffs at Ziva. Tony watched as she slowly followed direction, loosely locking the cuffs. "Now lie down." As Ziva lay down onto the ground, Dempsey looked her over. "No gun. Very good. Brian, get the drugs and take them on the plane!" He then called out to Tony.