Making Up for Lost Time Chapter 5: Highway to Hell, a ncis fanfic

Of course I don't own any of the original characters, stories, concepts etc. of NCIS or otherwise, they belong to their respective owners. However, any characters and/or storylines that I created for this story are mine.

The next few chapters T. and Z. will spend with getting accustomed to their new and changing surroundings. Also Tony will receive a little bit of a "Spying 101" course. As I also have already written quite a few more chapters, you can expect updates at least twice a week, at least for now ;) .

Thanks to LorelaiGilmore82 for betaing!

Making Up for Lost Time

Chapter 5: Highway to hell

My whole body tensed as I tried to get a grip. I needed to find something I could hold on to in order to sustain the harsh impact which I was sure would come in the next few seconds.

"Ziva! When you mentioned the possibility that we could die if we ran, you should have mentioned that you were going to be the one who's killing us!" I glanced over to her to see her focusing on her driving, just narrowly avoiding all sorts of traffic.

All things considered our death would probably have to be considered my fault. How could I have been stupid enough to say, "Sure Ziva, I don't mind if you're driving!" Had I forgotten where I was? Well, I was reminded soon enough, though.

When we had left the airport, it had suddenly hit me. There was a traffic sign, stating 'Autobahn'. The moment I read it, I finally made the connections.

Ziva was driving!

We were heading for the autobahn!

There was no speed limit!

We were going to die!

I must have gasped or something, because she turned her head and gave me a concerned look. Well, at least for the first second she looked concerned, but when she realized why I had gasped, she sported an almost devilish smile, stated that she had picked a very cheap rental car which wouldn't even go much faster than 250kph anyway and then directed her focus back to the road.

Somehow the thought of not going much faster than 250kph didn't soothe me. After all that meant we would be going at about 160mph!

It took her a little less than 3 and a half hours to cover the distance from Frankfurt to Munich. Upon our arrival we dumped the unlocked rental car as a decoy in an area where it surely would be stolen within hours after our departure, only to resurface somewhere in Eastern Europe as a stripped wreck a few days later.

Ziva also took care of losing my credit card in an area where it also would surely be found by somebody appreciative. So, there now were two more false trails for anybody chasing us.

After taking care of the decoys we took care of our actual travel arrangements. After traveling all the way to the south of Germany, now we would take a bullet train which would take us back up north again. Ziva had scouted the train stations in Munich for security cameras and had found a station nearby which currently seemed to have it's cameras down. She also somehow knew that there was a small train station close to the Dutch border which didn't have any cameras at all.

An hour later we boarded the ICE3 in a Munich suburb and were on our way again.

Ziva had bought us first class tickets, so we had an entire section of the train car for ourselves. After a few minutes we had made ourselves comfortable and I was about to go to sleep when I noticed a small display that said "330 km/h".

"Ziva!?"

She grunted, as she also had been about to fall asleep when I asked her.

"What is it, Tony?"

"What does 'km/h' stand for?"

"It's German for 'kilometers per hour', Tony."

"So we are going 200 mph right now?"

"So, what? They have fast trains in Europe, didn't you know?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm just looking forward to be staying in the same place for a few days sometime soon."

"Don't worry, our next destination is a small cabin in a remote, rural area. We will stay at least a week, verifying that they have lost our trail. If we're still alive at the end of the week, we'll take it from there," she said, already half asleep from the exhaustion of the last two days.

I sat in our compartment, watching her sleep. After hearing her last words the fear of crashing into something at high speed didn't seem quite that important anymore. But even with all that underlying danger, I felt good. And before I knew it I fell asleep, too.