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Thanks to LorelaiGilmore82 for betaing!
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Making Up for Lost Time
Chapter 4: Switching Continents
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"Tony, my car or yours?" Ziva asked me.
I looked at her, not understanding her meaning.
"What do you mean? Which car are we going to use to get to the airport? I don't care!"
"No, Tony I mean which car we are going to take to fake an accident with two fatalities?"
I sighed.
"I want to say your car, because it would be far more believable that we had an accident while you're driving."
At that point I was punched on the shoulder.
"But as nobody would ever suspect that I would sacrifice my car, just to give us a few hours to disappear, I think we should take it, I won't be able to use it again, anyway. But you said two fatalities, won't they immediately notice if the car is empty?"
"I have already taken care of that, Jane and John Doe are already waiting in the trunk of your car."
Seeing her in full spy-mode made me feel a little uncomfortable. I tried to relieve the tension a little bit by making a joke.
"Please tell me that you got them from some morgue and didn't just go and organized some fresh ones!" I said, grinning to make sure she got that I was only making a joke.
"Tony, falling back on my training is one thing, but I can't go back to the person I was when I came to the US. And I don't want to."
"And I love you for that. So, I think we have taken care of everything around here. Let's go and crash my car."
Nine and a half hours later my car was lying at the bottom of a steep cliff somewhere outside DC and Ziva and I were getting ready to inconspicuously board a Lufthansa Cargo plane in Atlanta. We had paid the crew a nice sum in order to smuggle us into Germany, circumventing all of the usual paperwork. After all, our new identities never had left Germany in the first place.
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During the flight we both tried to sleep as much as we could. The following day would be a long one! Actually it was more like one, extra long, 42 hour day, as we would lose six hours for the time zones we crossed, only to skip sleep during the next night.
When we were about 20 minutes from our final descent into Frankfurt, Ziva woke me. Beside the small carry on bags we had when we had boarded the plane in Atlanta, there were two more bags, not very big, but surely very heavy to lift.
When I looked at her, quizzically, she mouthed: "Spending money, courtesy of Mossad!"
She probably had emptied every secret stash of spy utensils when she decided to go on the run.
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Arriving and bypassing any customs inspection in Frankfurt was easy. Ziva seemed to know all the right people and, if at sometime she didn't have any contacts, she sure had a knack for finding somebody to help us very fast.
When we were clear of customs she turned to me and said: "Do you want to use your credit card one last time?"
I was about to respond "I can't, we left my old wallet on one of the corpses that we send flying off the cliff in my car," when she handed me my credit card.
I was at a loss for words and looked at her questioningly. "Won't that immediately give away where we are going?"
"Yes, but everything up until now was just to buy us the time we need to actually disappear. They will figure out that we weren't in your car within a couple of days anyway. Now we put your credit card to good use one last time in order to create a false trail."
We went over to the rental agency with the most cameras and made sure we were seen as much as possible before we picked up an economy sized car. I smiled when I found out that in Germany renting an economy sized car meant a BMW 3 series.
A few minutes later we were back on the road.
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