CHAPTER 2:
Ziva yawned and rolled over; she opened her eyes to see her alarm clock shining 4:30 in her face and as if on cue there was a knock at the door.
"Miss, if you don't get up now you are going to be late!" The maid said from the other side of the door. Ziva pushed herself out of bed; she pulled on some clothes, grabbed her suitcase and walked out the door. In a couple of minutes she was on the plane and in the air.
Ziva reclined her chair and closed her eyes, suddenly she felt something sharp and metallic jab into her side.
"Miss, could you sit up for a minute please." The flight attendant asked politely.
"Sorry." Ziva replied as she sat up. She watched the flight attendant walk up and down the aisle and stop at the front of the plane. She poured a man a coffee, as she lent forward to hand it to him; when the tray slipped spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. Ziva lent down to turn her cell phone off when she heard a scream; she shot her head up to see the man holding a gun to the flight attendant's head.
"Nobody move, I have a gun!" the man yelled.
Ziva got on her hands and knees and crawled to the pilot's quarters.
"I'm sorry mam, you can't go in there." The guard said as he put his hand on the door knob.
"MAM!" Ziva yelled at the top of her lungs, "I am a trained Mossad! Now let me in!"
The guard nodded and disappeared for a minute then returned.
"He will see you now." The guard said as he opened the door and let Ziva in.
"How can I help you?" The pilot asked as he pushed a button and turned around.
"We need to land the plane now!" Ziva said as she slammed her fist on the desk.
"Why?" The pilot asked curiously.
But before Ziva could respond a gun shot echoed throughout the whole plane. Ziva pulled her gun out and slowly exited the room with the pilot following her. They pulled back the curtain which revealed panicking people with two bodies laying in the middle of the aisle, there was the flight attendant and one random man… where was the shooter?
Ziva shot her eyes open when she felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, when she opened her eyes she could see the blonde flight attendant.
"Okay she's back, careful!" the M.E chief yelled as they lifted Ziva onto the stretcher and wheeled her off of the plane. When they reached the hospital Tony was waiting in emergency for them.
"Ziva, are you okay?" Tony asked as he ran up to her.
"Yeah… I… will be… fine." Ziva responded as she slowly lost conciseness. She could hear people working around her as she drifted in and out.
"How is she?" Tony asked as two doctors walked into the room.
"Well, she hit her head pretty hard during turbulence, she has no major injuries."
"But she will have to say here overnight just in case anything changes." The other doctor added.
Tony nodded as the doctors walked away, he pulled a little black box out of his pocket as he thought to himself, I guess this will have to wait.