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A/N: It took me a while to finish this piece. I didn't really know how to get Ziva out of Tel Aviv, so I've written first chapter 6 (which turned out pretty nice I think). But before I'm going to add chapter 6, I need a chapter 5. So I'll keep on writing. Hope you like this chapter, sorry for some mistakes that I made. I know that people at an airport don't react so mellow as the woman in this chapter did, but it was necessary ;-) Please, read en review guys! I love reviews!

Tel Aviv

'Ziva, can you make it in time?'
'I don't have another choice, yes?' She was walking through her apartment, gathering the things she wanted to take with her. There wasn't much room: traveling light was her best option.
'I need to know Ziva. We only get one chance to pull this off, and the only reason we can pull it off is because we've got a McGee who will get your name on the passengers list.'
'You know that I can't use my own passport?'
'We do, your new one is waiting for you at the airport,'
'I don't like it Gibbs. I want to enter, walk through, sit down and fly away. The less people I need to talk with, the less will recognize me. If they don't see me they can't tell about me. It's saver for them,'
'Well, I don't need 'them' to get back here, do I?' Ziva looked at her phone. Of course he hung up on her. She walked one last time through the apartment. A few photo's in her bag, a few clothes, that should do it. There was no room for more than that. It was time to go.

The moment Ziva drove away in her black Mini Cooper, she knew she was being followed. One black and one grey SUV. One green Jeep. Weighing her options, Ziva started speeding. It was impossible to go straight to her destination now. She shifted gear, drove past a few cars and a truck, and went straight to the city. She would have advantage in small streets.

With one look in her rearview mirror, she spotted the black SUV. She had no choice but to go full speed over the intersection – the only problem was the red light in front of her. And the people crossing the streets. And the cars driving in the other direction. Other than that, she would be just fine. Another quick look in the mirror learned that the SUV was approaching. Rapidly. She started honking, sent a prayer for the people in front of her, and went full speed ahead. People screamed, jumped back on the sidewalks. A big truck, fully loaded with bricks, was starting to drive from the left, through the green light at his lane. The trucker saw Ziva's car closing in on the intersection. It was impossible to miss if she didn't stopped right there - he started braking, while honking hard. Ziva looked up, and saw his face turning white in pure terror. The trucker yanked at his steer, the wheels started to spin, the load couldn't handle the sudden change of pressure and shifted. Ziva's car flew forward, missing the truck with inches. The trucker had already lost control over his truck, the bricks decided to follow their own way and the whole combination stopped dead at the intersection. The front of the truck still looked forward, the back of the combination blocked the entire road. The black SUV had just started to pass the cars in front of him, and drove straight into the end of the combination. That was more than the truck could handle – the wrecked rear ashes broke down, the wheels fell flat and bricks ruined the SUV. Ziva didn't stopped, just looked back in the mirror. She took one deep breath from relief. One down, two to go, she was still alive and she still had 2 hours left.

She needed to eat, she was hungry. Ziva parked behind a small cozy diner, out of sight, and walked in. While eating, her thoughts went to her friends. She had missed them, so much. She missed Abby, who was always smiling. McGee, with is computers and knowledge and his books. She grinned a bit, remembering reading Deep Six, with 'agent Tommy' and 'officer Lisa'. He had such a great imagination! She thought about Gibbs, with his coffee and his piercing blue eyes. If he looked at her, she always thought that he could read her mind. Her mind went to Tony, with his movie quotes, pranks and jokes. He had grown so much the last year they had worked together. She had seen sides of him she didn't knew he had. Maybe Tony self didn't knew he could be like that? She just hoped he didn't blame himself anymore for what happened with Jenny. She really needed to talk to him about that. But first, it was time for a new car.

Her dad knew her Mini Cooper, and changing cars would make it easier to lose her followers. She knew she had taking a risk by driving it in the first place. But she really loved her car – and it was the only one with a full gas tank. Then she remembered – Jamal. Jamal was the one who had learned her how she could fix her car. He also learned her the best ways to steal a car, where you could buy the best food and most importantly: which people could be trusted. And he still owed her a favor. She hoped he still lived at his old place.

Ziva drove fast to the west of the city. Suddenly a familiar green Jeep showed up behind her. Well, that figured. So far it had gone too easy anyway. She looked back, and saw that the Jeep had hit another car, which flew into the wall and set on fire. He didn't even slowed down! Apparently the search had changed from 'get her back 'do everything it takes to get her back'. That isn't very nice Director. Ziva's face went grim. This stupid car chase took too much time. It was time to end it right there. Her eyes went one more moment to the green Jeep. Time to put the paddle to the metal. Let's go for a little ride. You just entered the Ziva zone.

She drove faster over the lanes, looking at the clock in the dashboard. Close call, 2 minutes until the bridge went up. She drove faster. The Jeep followed, closing the gap a little. Ziva saw the bridge going up. The ferry was early or her clock was behind. Well, that could be her way out. Ziva pushed the gas down until it hit the bottom of the car. The engine roared, she saw a vague blaze when she passed the cars waiting by the bridge. The bars shattered while she was driving right through them. She didn't dear to close her eyes, her foot didn't left the gas, her hands held on the steering wheel so tight she was a moment afraid it would break off.

'WHOOOOOOAAAAAAA' the Mini had caught air and after the longest five seconds of her live it hit the other side of the bridge with a crash. She kept on driving, not sure if it even was possible that her car still worked. While the road turned to the left, she could see the driver of the Jeep who was apparently yelling at the man who worked the bridge. Her heart was beating twice as fast, she was sweating like a pig, but still: two down. One to go.

Minutes later, she a sharp left, drove straight into a garage and stopped the engine. She got out and grabbed her bag from the backseat, while someone quickly closed the garage door.
'Is it ready, Jamal?' She asked, looking through the room. There was no other car, except her own.
'What happened to you car!' Jamal walked around it, in shock. Ziva loved her car, but now it was a complete wreck.
'I flew over the bridge. Is it ready? Yet?'
'You . . . but . . . ' Ziva glared at him.
'Of course Ziva! I just took some precautions. Follow me,' Jamal opened a cabinet and walked in. Ziva hesitated, until the young boy shouted.
'Are you coming already!?' She walked in the cabinet, and saw another door that lead into a dark tunnel. Ziva closed the door behind her, and followed Jamal through the tunnel.

'Where does this lead?' she asked after a few minutes.
'The airport,' the boy sounded proud.
'The airport?'
'Yes. It is used sometimes to smuggle things out of the country. Things that you won't walk through the streets with,'
'Little smuggler, you are, yes?'
'It's just small stuff. No drugs or so!'
'I don't even want to know Jamal. But are we there soon? I may not miss this flight,'
'Easy Ziva, you will like where we are going, trust me,'
'If 'trust me' means the same thing as last time, I'm not sure I will!'
'That wasn't my fault! It was pure luck for them that they saw us snooping around!'
'It almost costs us our lives, remember?'
'Ah, just some scratches, they didn't recognize us and . . . ah, we are there,' he turned around, and waited for Ziva to join him.
'We need to be careful, Ziva. I'm not sure they like us using a backdoor,' he smiled, turned back and opened a door with a tiny crook. He peaked through, and opened it a bit further.
'It's clear.' Ziva followed him, and stepped out of the tunnel. Jamal looked at her expectantly She met his eyes and nodded grateful.
'You are the best Jamal, I can never thank you enough for this,'
'It's cool Ziva. Too bad I can't come with you to America. I am very curious about your new home,' the boy smiled a bit sad.
'Go back, Jamal. I'm sure my dad has sent some guys over here. I don't want you to get in trouble,'
'I will be fine. Your plane will leave in thirty minutes, you need to go if you want to catch it,'
'Yes, you are right. Goodbye, my friend. Take care,'
'Watch your back Ziva. Goodbye,' One final handshake, and Ziva took off.

Ziva went into a bathroom, and started to change. With makeup and some clothes she transformed herself in a older looking lady, her hair greyer, glasses to look more serious and a grey-blue outfit. She would practically be invisible.
'Hello Mrs. Zetgi, French teacher,' she nodded to her reflection. Time to get her passport.

Waiting in line before the desk, she looked around. Nothing that looked like Mossad officers. Good, if they showed up now it would be tricky. A friendly nod to the employee behind the desk, grabbing her passport and ticket, and she walked to check in hall.
'Only one bag ma'am?'
'Yes son, it will be a short trip to my nephew,' Ziva smiled, and searched in her purse. 'I've got some beautiful pictures of that boy, do you want to see them, dear?'
'I'm sorry ma'am the line is long and the time is short. Say hi to your nephew,' the man already looked at the family who were waiting behind her. Ziva moved on, letting go of the picture in her hands. It still went smooth, but border control was ahead. She walked into the crowd, disappearing fast again. Somewhere behind her, some men in grey suits tried to run passed the people who where shopping.

The border control was more crowded than the shops. Long queues of people where waiting, but they moved pretty fast forward. Ziva was the next in line, when from the back there came yelling. Her heart skipped a beat – so close to home, it couldn't go wrong now. She swallowed, and stepped forward. The woman at the desk checked the passport, looked at the screen in front of her, looked at Ziva. It seemed to take forever. The yelling grew louder.
'Stop! Stop it!' the yelling was very clear now.
'Close the borders!' The woman at the desk handed Ziva her passport back, nodded friendly and Ziva walked through. The woman at the desk looked up at the men who were now standing at the desk. Ziva could hear the start of the conversation.
'Shut the borders down, there is a terrorist on the move. We need to stop her now!'
'Sir, who are you, and why are you scaring all those people with talking . . .' her voice faded away while Ziva walked on. Terrorist? Smart, papa. Not smart enough. She didn't want to think about what would have happened if she was 5 minutes later to check in. Following the other passengers, Ziva walked to the Rotunda, where she would catch the plain that was already waiting at Concourse B2. Not taking time to look around, she walked through the tunnel. The stewardess walked her to her seat. Ziva sat down, and closed her eyes. She couldn't help smiling. She'd made it. She was going home.