Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. No copyright intended. All characters belong to Donald Bellisario.
Ziva looked over her shoulder. She had cleared customs and everything was going well. Except for the fact that she had a tail. She quickly got her stuff and walked out the circling door of the Ronald Reagan National Airport. She called a cab and nervously looked over her shoulder again. The cab stopped and she quickly got in.
"Where to, miss?" the cabbie asked.
"NCIS," she replied. "And step on it."
The driver quickly drove out into the traffic. As they were pulling onto the highway, a black Sedan pulled up along side the cab. The passenger rolled down his window and pulled out his shotgun. The shot rang out loud and clear as it shattered the window and went into the cabbie's side. He slumped over the wheel. Ziva braced herself for the impact as the car spun out towards the side of the bridge. The Sedan sped off. The cab hit the guard rail by the wall of the bridge. Ziva's head shot backwards before slamming against the door, causing her world to go black.
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