Title: Car Chase

Author: Ihave207bones, SplishySplash

Characters: Tony/Ziva/ Abby/Gibbs

Pairing: T/Z

Genre: Action /Het

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Summary: Ziva David wasn't a bad driver, Washington D.C. just couldn't handle her skills.

Ziva David wasn't a bad driver, Washington D.C. just could not handle her skills, hell the country couldn't handle her great driving skills which were being tested on this particular rainy morning. Abby had called her for a ride and en route to the Navy Yard she was being tailed by a black SUV without any plates.

She noticed it when she pulled from Abby's building, but didn't think about it when she pulled her new car into the Starbucks drive thru to pick up coffee for her coworkers as a peace offering for being late. Speeding up and quickly turning down a residential street set off the bells when it copied and Abby was thrown into the window. "What the hell?" She cried.

"We are being tailed." She said lowly, the window in the SUV went down and the barrel of the gun glistened in the early morning sun. "GET DOWN!" Abby took off her seatbelt and crawled into the space between the dashboard and the passenger seat.

Gunshots fired and Abby screamed, covering her head. "What do we do?" She said with panic laced into her voice.

Ziva tossed her cell phone at her as she maneuvered the car towards the freeway. "Call Tony." She said keeping her voice calm as she swerved to avoid the bullets.

*~*

He sat with his feet on his desk reading over his magazine, basking in celebration that he beat Ziva into the office for the first time in . . . forever. McGee typed furiously at his computer, probably working on the continuation of his novel, so Tony ignored him.

"Ziva's late." McGee commented after awhile.

"Uh huh." Tony answered nonchalantly and turned the page.

McGee sighed annoyed. "Don't you think that it's a little odd?" McGee asked with an eye roll as he gained a shrug from Tony. "I mean the last time she was late, she was placed on the FBI most wanted list."

Tony's phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket to read the screen. "See she's calling to say that she is on her way." He answered as he opened the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Sleep in late this morning Sweet Cheeks?"

"TONY!" Cried the voice on the other end that surely didn't belong to his partner and he dropped his feet on to the floor, sitting up straight and startling the probie from his desk.

*~*

"TONY!" She cried again as Ziva pressed the pedal faster. Ziva could hear the blood rushing in her ears as she pushed it to go faster and she wove in and out of traffic trying to lose their chasers. A light forced her to slam on her breaks, but the car slid through the light and Ziva fought to maintain control which she did with ease as she entered the freeway. She could hear Tony's voice trying to calm the scientist, but it worked for her as she loosened her grip on the wheel. "We are being followed."

The chaser put off a couple more rounds and Abby let off another scream. Ziva could hear Tony tell her to put the speaker phone on because he wasn't getting anything from Abby. "Ziva can you hear me?" He asked through the speaker.

"Hello my little hairy butt." She said lightly as more shots were fired, hitting the window and shattering her rear view mirror.

"Talk to me Ziva." Tony said, she could hear the worry in his voice.

Ziva took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. "I am busy Tony." She said, she looked in the side mirrors to judge just how far away they were and they were almost close enough to ram her. If Abby wasn't in the car, she would've slammed on the breaks to catch them off guard, but in this situation she had to keep it child friendly. She mumbled something in Hebrew before collecting herself. "We are heading southbound, just past Washington." She started before the SUV bumped her bumper, but she was able to slide into the lane next to her, cutting off a van.

"McGee is tracking your location. . ." His voice faded as he was giving instructions to McGee. "I'm getting Gibbs and we will find you, just be careful."

Her car fishtailed as she switched lanes again. "Be careful?" Cried Abby, her voice muffled. "It's raining and we are going well over seventy miles per hour. . ."

"Abby, we will be fine." Ziva said shortly as her right side was clipped and she spun out of control into the grassy median. She turned the wheel into the turn and lessened up on the gas pedal. It put her facing the other direction and her wheels fought for traction as she pressed the pedal to go northbound. She released a breath that she was holding and loosened her grip as she sped back in the direction towards the city. "See?"

*~*

"McGee get a trace on Ziva's cell phone and call local LEO's." Tony said as he rushed around to the stairs, taking them two at a time towards MTAC. McGee frowned, but did as he was told knowing that he would bring Gibbs and explain everything. ". . . We will find you, just be careful."

When he reached the secure room, he was too pumped up with adrenaline to be breathless. The door opened and his superiors jumped to their feet. "DiNozzo?" Asked the higher of the two with his shoulders squared to lecture him for disrupting their meeting so abruptly.

"Boss, it's Ziva and Abby." Tony said when the breathlessness caught up to him. "They are being tailed and shot at, McGee is getting a location." Gibbs got up and they both rushed from the room. Tony pressed the phone to his ear, all he could hear was Abby's cries and Ziva's curses followed by some gunshots. "Ziva?"

"I am here." She said, her voice was like clichéd music to his ears. "We switched directions, we are heading northbound."

Tony took a deep breath, she was heading southbound not too long ago. Gibbs motioned for him to hand him the phone and Tony handed it over. "Are you two okay?"

"Gibbs!" Sobbed Abby, it was muffled by her knees.

Gibbs' face grew dark and he grabbed his things from his desk, shoving it shut with force. "We are coming to get you two, Ziva can you hear me?" He asked, clipping the gun to his belt.

"Yes." She said shortly, the tires screeched loudly and he couldn't tell if it was coming from her car or another. Gibbs looked up at the plasma and the map had Ziva's name zipping along the roads, he looked at McGee for an update.

He had the phone hanging from his ear. "LEO's are locked on to her signal, they want us to get her off the freeway onto the Harrison Highway and they will take them out." He typed on his computer quickly. "Which is the next exit."

"Did you hear that Ziva?"He asked.

"Next exit." She confirmed and swore again. "I cannot talk right now."

"Then listen, me and Tony are on our way." And Ziva's line went dead.

*~*

The SUV got back on track and zipped along to catch up, but the weather decided to get worse and the rain fell in sheets. She cut off another car and it skidded off the road in her attempt to exit the freeway, horns blared and she slid off the ramp, running the red light. The SUV fishtailed behind her and the flashing lights from a police car followed them.

She looked back to check the distance, to see that one cop car had turned to four and they didn't seem to do anything to heed the situation. She glanced at her passenger, who was still huddled in a ball on the floor with her makeup smeared down her face, she decided to take action. "Abby get up."

"What?" She asked, looking up at her as if she was crazy.

"Get off the floor." She said, turning her attention back to the straight road. "And put your seatbelt on."

The goth did as she was instructed, covering her eyes with her hands as Ziva slammed on the breaks. The car hydroplaned for a bit until the traction caught, but the shiny SUV didn't have time to stop. The driver swerved to miss it, overcorrecting and sliding until it was upside down. With another well placed sigh she pulled her car to a stop and put the car into park. "Stay." She ordered as she pulled her gun from the glove department and stalked over to the upturned vehicle as it was swarmed with local police.

*~*

When Gibbs skidded to a halt at the parade of lights, the two of them jumped out of the car in search of both Abby and Ziva who were among them. In the parade of lights were police cars, ambulances and a coroners vehicle, but in the middle was two tow trucks both holding cars. Tony's heart dropped when he couldn't pick out his partner among the hoard of people, until Gibbs grabbed his arm and pointed to an ambulance that held a very sour ninja and a very relieved scientist.

"Gibbs!" Abby cried, jumping off the stretcher into the older man's arms who held her tightly to his chest, not bothered by the rain that fell down.

Ziva got up from her seat on the bumper and allowed Tony to pull her close to him, she could feel the relief drain from him as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, burying his face into her wet hair and she felt the stress of the situation melt away with the warmth his body provided. It took a moment, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes.

They stood there for a long moment before he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. She tensed, but he didn't let go, only scooting back to give her a look. "Is hugging me that bad?" He asked, slightly offended.

She shook her head and pointed to her car that was being hauled off. "That is my brand new car." She said, it resembled a whine. "It now is full of dents and bullet holes."

He rolled his eyes and pulled her close to him again. "You are safe and that is all that matters." He whispered against her head. Abby called his name and he looked up, but didn't release his ninja. "Yes Abby?"

"I don't know where you got the idea that Ziva is a bad driver, she was amazing." Abby said with a bright smile. "It was like Fast and The Furious with the drifting and screeching tires, I was completely terrified, but it was awesome."

He smiled softly and loosened his grip on Ziva, but she was content to stand there and ride out the adrenaline rush. She had her eyes closed and her head rested against his chest, her breathing soft. He knew the situation was worsened by Abby being the passenger and Ziva had to handle the situation with kid gloves, to keep both of them safe.

Gibbs cleared his throat after a long few moments that he allowed them to break the rules. "Hey." He said and they broke apart sheepishly. "We got work to do."