A/N: I uploaded this before, about a year ago, then revisited it and didn't like where it was going. What a fickle writer I am! (this is my 3rd time trying to write this bloody thing, urgg.) Anyway … on with it!
Prologue: Escape
I took the grimy piece of paper out of my pant pocket, trying to keep it clean from the blood coursing down my arm. The address on it was faded, the phone number barely legible. But I took out his phone and dialed anyway.
I grimaced as I raised my bloody arm up to my ear and listen to it ringing.
"Officer David." A female voice answered.
"Shalom, Ziva." I murmured in Hebrew.
"Who is this?" She asked, keeping her voice low as she spoke her native tongue.
"My name is unimportant. Are you still loyal to Mossad?"
"Yes." She paused. "And no."
"Then you can help me."
"How?"
"Find me." I muttered, then snapped the phone closed. I kept it on, against all protocol, expecting Ziva to find some way to find me. I hoped she was curious, since I mentioned Mossad.
I slid down the face of the wall behind me. It was dark, almost midnight. The wet alley I was hiding in was infested with rats.
But I didn't care. I was safer then I had been in months.
And I was alive.
It was a good start.