Chapter 2
Ziva and John strolled out of the restaurant arm in arm after a dinner that involved John accidentally spraying Ziva with crab juice when he cracked a claw, and Ziva retaliating by throwing a shrimp that landed neatly atop his mass of cowlicks. They made their way down to the boardwalk next to Joe's Crab Shack.
"So, Major Sheppard, what exactly do you do in Antarctica?" Ziva inquired.
"Freeze my ass off." John mumbled. At Ziva's chuckle, he continued. "No, it's classified. Need to know, I'd have to kill you and all that."
"Not if I kill you first." Ziva joked.
"I bet you would. Mossad to NCIS, you have a pretty impressice track record yourself Miss David."
Before Ziva could even open her mouth to respond the world flashed blue, and suddenly they weren't on the boardwalk any more. With a speed that surprised John, Ziva drew a gun from….somewhere, and pointed it straight ahead of her—at a startled Caldwell.
"Where are we? What just happened? Why does it look like we are in Star Trek?"
"Whoa whoa whoa!" John quickly moved between Ziva's gun and Caldwell with his hands raised. "It's okay Ziva. I work with these people. I'll explain everything, just put the gun away."
Looking into John's eyes, Ziva could see that John was telling the truth, and since no else in the room seemed threatening, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. For now. With a tight nod, she lowered the gun, reholstering it in the hidden holster she'd drawn it from.
I know, really short, but this is all I've written so far. Is it worth continuing, any ideas for what direction to take this in? Let me know in your reviews!