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Bishop watched her from afar, her eyes narrowing as the former Israeli chugged back yet another whisky. The bar was almost empty, only the bartender, two women, a lone man and Ziva remained.

Bishop had been sitting in her car, watching the older women for exactly two and half hours, watching as the women drank glass after glass, watching her posture go from alert and upright, to slumped and lazy.

For some reason, Bishop did not trust the women, she knew Gibbs didn't either. When she had left the building, Bishop had made an excuse to leave and follow her. She needed to find out what she was hiding.

Another hour passed before the two women left, stumbling home in dangerously high, high heels, giggling at nothing in particular. She watched them for a moment, averting his gaze from the inside of the bar for just a second. When she looked back, Ziva was gone and the bar was empty; the man that had been sitting in the corner now walking toward the blue car that was parked three cars away from hers.

"Shit." She said to herself, she should have known better not to get distracted. Placing both hands on the wheel with a tight knuckled grip, she sighed, gritting her teeth in an attempt to control her rising temper.

A knock on her passenger side window made her jump, the door opened and she felt a rising feeling of anger and embarrassment when she saw who it was. Ziva closed the car door, just as it began to pour with rain.

"You know you could have joined me in the bar agent Bishop. Sitting out here alone for three hours I expect is pretty boring."

Bishop sighed and looked at the other women with a look of admiration and annoyance.

"How long have you known I have been following you?"

Ziva reached into her inside pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping on between her dry lips and sparking it up. "Since the navy yard." She said in a matter of fact tone. Bishop laughed slightly.

"I doubt that"

"Lost me at the second red light, found me again by chance at the first left turning, got stuck behind a blue BMW before you made an illegal maneuver at the pedestrian crossing, tailed me a little too closely on - "

"OK!" Bishop stopped her before she could point out any other embarrassing mistakes. "I get it...if you are going to smoke that can you at least open a window!"

"Ziva blew out a puff of smoke before she moved her shaking hand towards the control for the window, it opened with an annoying buzz.

"Can I give you a bit of advice...don't use your own car on a stakeout, especially when the person you are surveying, has seen it before."

Bishop gritted her teeth.

"So, why were you following me?"

"Because I don't trust you...and neither does Gibbs" Bishop could see her last comment had hurt the Israeli, but the women just nodded and took another drag of her foul smelling cigarette.

"Well, lucky you. You get to drive me home."

Bishop turned her head quickly to face the other women, a disbelieving look on her face.

"Why do I have to drive you home!"

"Because thank to copious amount of alcohol I am now seeing double, plus my driving is already bad enough."

Bishop sighed yet again and started the car.

"Fine, put your seat belt on."

"Can I give you a bit of advice?" Ziva asked as she looked sideways at the younger women. "Don't use your own car on a stakeout, especially when the person you are surveying, has seen it before"

Ziva smiled drunkenly at the younger women but did not do as instructed. Despite her best efforts, she could not help but like her.

They drove in silence for the last ten minutes, the quiet static hum of the radio and the occasional whoosh of cars going past them was the only sound. The two women did not talk. Bishop was concentrating on the wet road and she guessed Ziva was concentrating hard on not throwing up. When the Israeli suddenly spoke, Bishop jumped.

"Take a left here." She said. Bishop frowned.

"But your motel is just down the road."

"Yes it is, but we are being followed."

Bishop looked in the rear-view mirror to see the same blue car from the bar tailing them two cars behind. Pushing her indicator down, she took the next left. The blue car did the same.

"Shit!"

"That's the same car that was outside the bar." Ziva said, her eyes narrowing as she pulled a gun from a hidden holster.

"What are you doing?"

"Speed up"

Bishop did as she was told, her foot slamming down on the pedal and the car jumping forward, dodging the few cars that were still on the road.

Running a red light, Bishop took a sharp right, turning into an almost empty road.

"You are not losing them, step on it!" Ziva shouted, Bishop grunted but said nothing.

Taking a sharp turn, another car coming from out of the shadows and slamming into her, her car door caved in, the sharp shards of metal ripping through her skin of her leg. She screamed out in agony, the car swerving to the right, Ziva lifted her uninjured arm and steadied the wheel, looking at Bishop with a worried expression.

"Take your foot off the gas!" she shouted.

"I can't, my leg is pinned!"

The blue car knocked them from the back and another knocked into the passenger side. Ziva looked straight ahead, already knowing what was about to happen. Before she or Bishop could react, the hit the side of the barriers and began to roll. Ziva was thrown through the already broken window screen, the car narrowly avoiding crushing her as it continued to roll down the road.

She felt rain on her torn skin, her blurred vision looking up to see the three cars stop and what looked like people coming toward her. She heard shouting and a thunder clap before everything went dark.

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