Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Except for the cabbie. Everyone else belongs to Donald Bellisario.
"Who's the driver?" Was the first thing Ziva heard when she woke up. "And check the woman in the car."
"The cabbie was James Richardson," came the reply. "And we're working on getting the woman out."
A knife entered the crack of the door, and Ziva struggled to sit up. The door was cut open.
"Miss, we're Agents Krieger and Gamal from the FBI." came a voice. "Our boss and Agent Reyes have called an ambulance and it will be here shortly."
Ziva nodded.
"Thank you," she replied.
Agent Gamal walked off to talk with an older man that Ziva thought looked familiar.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Agent Krieger asked.
"I landed from my flight here and was clearing customs, when I noticed I had a tail," Ziva started. "So I got into the cab and told the driver to step on it. When we were coming onto the bridge a black Sedan pulled up beside us. The passenger shot the driver and drove off when we crashed. That was when I was knocked out."
"Thank you," Krieger replied.
The ambulance arrived and the paramedics checked Ziva out.
"We're going to take you to the hospital," said the nurse. "Just overnight so you can rest and we can keep an eye on you. You don't look like you have a concussion, though."
The nurse sat with Ziva on the way to the hospital.
"The FBI will be back tomorrow, so get your rest," she said, before shutting Ziva's light off.
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