As promised the second chapter for this weekend. Enjoy!

An hour later, Kadira cursed the fact that they had had to ditch both of their cars and not managed to get a new one so far. She had been walking for what felt like eternity, and every time she saw a police officer, her heart had pounded in her chest at the speed of light. Finally she found a drug store that was a little hidden from public view and had enough distance to the motel that she found she could risk going in there, even if there were security cameras. Walking in, she swallowed, grabbed a basket and made her way along the aisles. And cursed silently again. Her English was good, better than Farook's, and if she spoke, people most of the time were only able to make out the hint of an accent, but could not place it. Medical vocabulary, however, had not been taught to her. So she was forced to read her way through most of the descriptions on the bottles to find out what their content could be used for, and which she needed to get.

Finally she found what she needed and went to the next aisle when she caught a flash of dark brown hair. She quickly went back to her aisle, and bend around the corner, her eyes scanning the neighboring one. And her heart sank.

Ziva was there. With the other guy from the back alley. This was so her luck, that she would run into her mark when trying to get medical supplies for the team member that had been wounded. Her fingers brushed her gun, and she mentally thanked Farook who had had the sense to grab the ammunition from his car before he ditched it. At least she had a full clip today.

Kadira struggled with herself. She could fire at Ziva now. And would probably finish the job. The problem, however, was that Layla still needed the medication. If she shot Ziva now, her partner would no doubt call reinforcement and chase her to hell and back. She did not know the area surrounding the drug store, did not know any hiding places to sit this out. And she would not be able to return to the motel or inform Farook of what had happened. Damn. What was probably worse was that the two of them were blocking the aisle with the painkillers. Kadira was barely able to resist the urge to bang her head against one of the shelves.

Review? Pretty please?

I know it's rather short. Maybe I'll add another one on Wednesday, not sure. I'll definitely update on the weekend.