Chapter 3

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"Please can you fasten your seat belts and make sure that your seatbacks are in the upright position and your tray tables folded away as we will shortly begin our decent into The Logan International Airport, Boston" The airhostess voice jolts Ziva awake from her slumber and she fastens her seat belt and takes her first look at Boston from above. It was only an hour long flight but the 8 hour long drive that she would have to do would have given her too much time to think about what she had done and what she was about to do.

The plane lands gracefully and Ziva goes to collect her luggage. She is one of the last to get her bag off the conveyor belt. Typical. The one time that I actually have somebody waiting for me they will probably have left because this has taken so long! She grabs the black roll along suitcase and walks through to the arrivals area, looks around and sees all of the families welcoming mothers and fathers home and starts to think what the team will do when she goes back for Christmas. Her thoughts are rapidly cut off when a dark skinned man wearing a white shirt, silver tie and a black matching suit jacket and trousers.

"Ziva David?" The man questions.

"Agent Phillip Broyles?" Ziva says and shakes his hand firmly.

"Miss David, if you don't mind I would like to take you to the hotel straight away to drop your things off. I am sorry but that is the best temporary accommodation that I could get at short notice."

"Oh I am sure that it will be fine!"

"Yes it's so good that the last people that we put in there haven't left yet! By choice of course! Shall we get going?"

"Um yes of course!"

The duo walks out of the airport terminal and towards a black car that has been parked haphazardly on the curb. They climb in and all is silent in the car.

"Have you been to Harvard before Agent David?"

"As in the university?"

"Yes"

"No. No I cannot say I have. Why?"

"I think I'll let Peter explain that to you. I don't really understand if I'm honest"

"Is there anything that I should know before I begin?"

"Like I said Agent David I really don't know what they do in there"

" Oh I'm sorry for praying"

"It's prying Agent David"

"Sorry my friends used to cal them my Zivaisms!"

"Oh so do you do that a lot?"

"It is just the Americanisms that I sometimes mess up!"

"Oh ok! Well here we are"

The black car pulls up in front of the Baroque style university and nearly run into a young man with thick stubble and a dark blue duffle jacket.

"Peter Bishop. Walter Bishop's son. I work for Fringe division."

"Hello Mr Bishop"

"please call me Peter everyone else does! I can take her from here Broyles"

"Mr Bishop. Miss David welcome to Boston"

"Thank you Agent Broyles"

Peter takes her down at least a hundred steps down into the belly of the university, which took a while as she still had her cases, and the come to a frosted glass and wood double door. Peter stands in the middle of them both.

"I'll say it only once David. Turn back now if you want"

"No way! Not in this universe!"

"You have no idea David!" He dramatically pushes open the doors "Welcome to Fringe!"