There are small crossovers with Rizzoli & Isles, The Mentalist and Monk. But it is also revealed, with which series this is going to be a crossover, so as soon as I'll upload chapter 4 this will be changed into a crossover story.

You DON'T need to know the series I'll do a crossover with. The part of this series will be small, so just read on and I'll write it also for people who don't know it.

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Chapter 3

First, he only stared out of the window and tried to sleep. But he had slept enough during day and then started to look what else Katarina had in the suit case. There were some clothes, a gun but nothing you'd expect from a profi killer and criminal like her. He found a toilet bag and some books which he started to read.

The first one unfortunately was in Italian, but the second and third in English, The Silent Girl (by Tess Gerritsen), very dark but a realistic crime thriller and The DaVinci Code, although Tony would have never guessed that Katarina read stuff like that. He was so happy, to have found a torch because electricity didn't work.

He wondered, what the girl would be doing and how many friends in different countries she had. But when she knew Mafia and having started with the international organization Scorpia she must have gotten a lot of contacts. And who would stop contact with such a pretty and intelligent girl? He was sure that she must have a lot of admirers and used this advantage.

Finally, he managed to doze off and awaked suddenly by hearing footsteps. He opened his eyes and was directly hit by bright sunlight.

"I've brought breakfast," a voice said and Katarina sat down next to him.

"Sorry, but nothing else was open," she explained and put down a bag of McDonalds.

"I'm starving," he smiled and together they started to eat. "So, what have you been doing all night long?" he suddenly asked.

"Oh, remember Alessio?"

"You told me…Federico's and Edoardo's brother, right?"

She nodded. "His wife is currently in California and I arranged a meeting. But when I arrived, all I saw were CBI cops. Things are getting worse for us, better for the society…However, I met someone who sold me two new identity cards which are quite perfect. Well, and he offered me a little job which I also had to do…"

"What kind of…oh, he wanted you to kill someone…"

"Tony, I'm a criminal. And there was a time when I used to be a contract killer and I have a lot of people who remind me that I shouldn't have turned to Scorpia at all. They wanted me for their business, there're enough people paying for it."

Tony shook his head. "You could have become something better, Katarina. You're such a nice girl, you've got a graduation in Physics. And you're throwing it all away."

"I'm not throwing it away, Tony. But I'm doing what I like most."

"Killing? You're not such a woman—"

"You don't know me, Tony!" she answered sharply.

Tony looked into her wonderful dark eyes. "I know enough about you…I know that you have a soft side, Edoardo…Federico…they all—"

"Tony, watch your mouth. I'm the reason why you're still alive and I still have no idea why I'm helping you at all, perhaps because I like you or perhaps because I'm just fucking stupid. But one thing is sure: As soon as I will leave you, Mossad will find, torture and kill you. And I don't want that they do the same thing to you as they haven't been able to finish with Ziva!"

Tony stared at her face for a while, not knowing what to say. He had never seen her angry before and he was sure that this was still a very self-controlled Katarina and knew that he never wanted to meet a Katarina who lost her temper.

"You remember that night when we rescued Ziva from Mossad?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Federico said a lot of people died because you couldn't have your revenge on the guy who killed Edoardo. What exactly happened?"

"Tony…what do you think I am able to do?"

He didn't fully understand.

"Do you think I can kill a man for money, for reason or for hate?"

He nodded.

"I…was angry, very angry, you can't imagine."

He wanted to say something but she shook her head.

"I took a submachine gun and entered the house of another drug boss in town. I don't want to go into detail, Tony. But don't think you know me, I've done things you don't even dream of."

He wanted to respond but she put her pointed finger on the mouth. "You heard that?" she asked and stood up.

She looked out of the window. "Damn it," she cursed.

"What's up?" he asked and jumped up as well.

"I don't know if they're after us or after the other thirty criminals in this building but I don't want to stay to find out," she said and put together her few things. "By the way, in that plastic bags are some things that may fit you," she added and put the clothes in that suitcase as well.

They ran out of the flat, took the staircase until fifth floor. They could already hear the police running up to them. Tony followed Katarina into one of the empty flats, they waited, police passed them, they heard some "Staircase clear, boss" and "Stay away, Jane. This is our job!".

They ran down and encountered a red haired police woman in the first floor. "Who are you?" she asked but before she could grab the gun in her holster she had already one targeted to her face.

She said nothing but let them pass as she didn't have another opportunity and within minutes, Tony and Katarina were back in their car.

"That was close," Tony decided. "Where are we going now?"

"I have two flight tickets to Hawaii, but from San Francisco airport," Katarina explained and concentrated on driving.

Tony stared out of the window, the landscape rushing by and hoped that Ziva was alright and safe in a hospital somewhere on East Coast.

'This is agent Juan Fernandez. He will bring you somewhere safe.'

These were the only two sentences Ziva remembered Fornell said when he broke into her house in the middle of the night. They packed up a few things and hurried into the black FBI car.

Fornell had left the car twenty minutes later and Juan brought Ziva out of the town. "Where are we going?" Ziva asked.

"Out of sight. Somewhere you and your child will be safe," he had explained with a light Mexican accent. She had nodded and not asked any questions.

But now she had more questions than ever, sitting in the airport, waiting for a flight to Europe, reading a book and trying not to think about why she had to flee. It was too dangerous in that country, two states were face to face and close to war and she was right on the border between them. She was an American citizen but she couldn't deny her Israeli origin.

She looked up at the plasma screen, pronouncing the news. The Israeli prime minister had cancelled the conference in the USA, no official response was given but Ziva knew that things were getting worse. Fernandez had explained her everything CIA and Mossad were doing, the secret cyber attacks, there were rumors that there had been a failed bomb attack at a Naval Base in Florida, unofficial reports suspected Hamas terrorists paid by Mossad.

Ziva watched the clock for boarding time disappearing and 'open' could now be read. She stood up, fifth month pregnant now and still four months to go. She felt quite good but was worried what her child was going to see when coming, a war between its two origins? What about its father, what about Tony?

She only knew that he escaped from an abduction attempt in the mid of the night, promised Fornell that he was safe and since then, nobody had ever heard from him. She couldn't even say good-bye to McGee and Gibbs and the others, she had needed to leave immediately. Now, here in New York, boarding a flight to Moscow she felt like a traitor, like someone ducking down and hiding from what one provoked.

Years ago, she would have taken every risk to fight for her faith and her country but now, she had an unborn child, she was in charge of what happened to this child, she wanted to protect it. And she hoped Tony wouldn't take any great risks either, she was worried to hell and hoped that Tony really knew what he was doing.

When there was one thing she couldn't do, it was raising a child alone in a country who fought war against her origin. She couldn't even decide to whom she belonged and felt ashamed for her being Israeli.

Tony and Katarina watched the incoming and departing planes rising and landing. They heard someone arguing that he didn't want to fly, a black haired, partly Mexican looking guy who seemed to be very clean and neat and a woman with too much make-up, curly red hair and a short mini-dress.

Tony looked on Katarina's cell phone. "Twenty minutes," he sighed.

"You're not very patient," she mentioned and continued reading her book.

"Not when I'm hunted by Israeli intelligence, searched by NCIS, FBI and CIA and travel with a passport on which my name is Barry Frost and you're called Jane Rizzoli."

"It was most safe to take names of real people. Nobody will notice that we're not them," she tried to calm him down. "In case it makes you feel better, I'm always a bit concerned that we get caught. But as soon as we're in Hawaii we're safe. There's a house where you can hide and I can again do what I can do best."

"You already got a job there, right?"

"My friend there is a well known crime boss, occupying mostly with drug and arms trade. And he also has some enemies he wants out of his way."

"You always succeed to emphasize so nicely when you actually plan to brutally murder someone," Tony hissed into her ear. "It nearly works for me, what about you? You must be aware of the mistake—"

"Can we lead this discussion another time, Tony…please?" she answered sharply and turned back to her book.

"Thanks," she muttered in low voice and Tony continued watching the people.

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