They were caught by Mossad as soon as they were off the plane. Escorted to a car and put in the backseat quickly.
"Should we be concerned?" Tony asked Ziva, leaning over to her, "Seriously, no hi; sorry about your dad. Taken right off the plane and shoved into a car. Not the most friendly greeting I've ever received. Even in Israel! And last time I was here I had been the one that did the killing."
She smiled at him, and assured him they were just fine. "Orni is a friend of the family. If they shoved us into a car it was because it wasn't safe to hang around."
He nodded and believed her. He had no other choice. But he trusted her, so that wasn't a problem. "You tired?" He asked sweetly.
"No Tony, I am fine." Then she looked down and settled against his arm. "This is going to be difficult..."
"I know. I am right here. We'll get through this together." He studied her face, "let me help...please."
She nodded, saying "There will be a lot of meetings, and politics while we are here."
"Okay..." Tony said, he had expected some of that. This was a very big deal the head of Mossad coming home from a foreign land in a casket. But he would follow Ziva's lead in this. She knew how to navigate the politics. "You concerned about anything or anyone?" He asked trying to sound casual but having a bad feeling in his gut.
She looked around the back seat of the SUV they were in and saw that they were as secure as they could be in Israel. "I feel like I can't trust any of them. It's not just my father that had personal agendas. All of them do- always! Nothing is ever as it seems. I will not feel ok around them until we are back on a plane home."
At those words his heart sighed in relief. She really intended to come home. Oh, he could breathe again! He agreed with her that they weren't entirely safe here. "Well, we will stay together, do what needs to be done, get you some closure and head home." He said with a smile in his eyes. "We'll be fine."
She smiled too, Tony may not know exactly what he's gotten myself into, but they were together and they had been through some crazy things together. "We'll be fine if we stay together..." She repeated his words.
He kissed her in reassurance, a long sweet kiss. His hands came to her face and hers wrapped around his neck. She felt so free and safe in Tony's embrace. She really did want to stay there forever! It wasn't a cliche. She had never felt that with a man. She tried to express exactly what she was feeling through her kiss, but she didn't know if her point was coming across. This would have lasted a lot longer if they weren't interrupted.
But the driver swerved suddenly off the road and the second later they were hit by another car. Ziva's side was impacted the most and Tony threw himself onto of her as much as he could with a seatbelt on. When the car stopped spinning Ziva was out cold. Tony checked her and tried to call for help but had no signal, while he was looking outside to see if they were still in danger. The other car's occupant was getting out and it didn't look good. Tony pulled his gun and pointed it out the door. "Drop your weapon!" He yelled at the driver.
He pulled off his sunglasses and said "You first!" And started shooting at Tony. He missed and Tony got him right between the eyes. Gunman went down and it was over. Tony checked their driver, but he was dead. Ziva was still out and there was no one else in the other car. "This is bad..." He said to himself. Tony didn't know what to do, clearly they weren't safe, he had no idea where the car was that was carrying Eli's body. They were out in the middle of no where in Israel. Tony went around the car and opened Ziva's door. She was bloody and crumpled up, but nothing too serious. He laid her down in the backseat and checked her over as completely as he could. They really needed to get out of here, he thought. When he was sure she was going to be fine, he checked on the driver again. He pulled the driver out of the car and tried to start the engine. It started but barely. He may be able to get them to a more populated area, but really he had no idea where they were to begin with. Tony had been fairly occupied with Ziva instead of watching to see where the driver was going. He should have been more worried about their safety... It wasn't the time for kissing. Oh but that kiss... He couldn't be upset about that kiss. He started letting himself hope that this could really turn into something. But, turning back to their situation, he pulled on the road they had been driving down. He looked behind him the mirror to see if other cars were coming. He checked the gas tank to see how far they could get. Then he checked the backseat in hopes that Ziva was waking up. She was not. He had to get them somewhere... But where was he? Then he had a thought.
Come on, give me a signal! He yelled at his phone. And finally 5 miles down the road he started to get one. He dialed a familiar number. "McGee's desk."
"McGee, can you get a track on my phone right now. We may be in some trouble."
"Sure Tony..." He knew better then to ask more questions until after the crisis was over. But he was very concerned by Tony's tone of voice. "Got it Tony, what do you need to know?"
"Where is the nearest city, town, gas station...anything remotely public McGee?"
"Um, you are at least 50 miles from anything Tony."
"Damn it!" Tony said, and checked the backseat again hoping for movement. "McGee, we're in trouble. We were hit by a car, the driver was shot, and Ziva is out cold. I don't know where we are in Israel, nor where the driver was taking us. Eli's body was in another car and I don't know where they are either. I can't protect us without some more information..." He was on the verge of panic. Yes, they had been through a lot together, but this was intense and had so many layers to it.
"Tony, is there anything else I can do for you?" McGee said feeling helpless.
"Nope, I will have to figure it out myself..." He hung up and tried to slow down his thoughts. He pulled over and ran around the car again. He couldn't stand not knowing if she was ok. He checked her over and she seemed to stir a little. "Ziva, come back to me. We were in an accident but you are ok."
"Tony!" She screeched suddenly and grabbed at him.
"Oh thank God!" Tony said and held her tight, "are you ok?"
"I think so", she said and started to get up. " I'm sore, but no real harm done."
"Okay, well you scared me Ziva" he said. And he wanted to have a heart to heart, but they had to get out of here. "Ziva, do you have any idea where we are or where they were taking us?"
He looked scared, they must be in trouble "Not really, but I can probably figure it out." She looked around trying to get her bearings, "where is the driver?"
"Dead." He knew he needed to be direct, but he hated scaring her.
"What happened?" Wow, this is bad she thought.
"Do you remember the accident?"
"I remember, yes." And I remember what we were doing right before the accident, she thought. "What happened after it?"
"The driver of the other car came out shooting, got the driver. I checked you and laid you down. Got the driver out and started driving, McGee told me there was nothing around us for 50 miles, so I figure...we're pretty screwed Ziva." He looked at her, not sure what to think.
"No I can find our way." She said and got up slowly, "can you help me to the front seat?" He got her up, and helped her to the front seat. "How far have you driven since the incident?" She asked him.
"5 to 10 miles" he answered.
"Okay..." She said thinking to herself. She took Tony's hand and gripped it, then looked at the gas gage. "I don't think we're going to make it anywhere Tony" she told him honestly.
He agreed, "But the driver had left with only this much gas, he must have known how far they were going." Then he thought out loud "unless he was set up too."
"Do we know where the car is that had my dad in it?" She gulped not knowing if she wanted to hear the answer.
"No", he said feeling like he had let her down, "we were a tad busy when this all happened. Ziva, I'm sorry...I promised to take care of you and then I let himself get distracted by...you."
"As did I, Tony," she admitted, "I keep underestimating them!" She yelled, slamming her hand against the window. Ziva was starting to lose her calm.
Tony took her hand and gave it a squeeze, about to say something when suddenly a car came screaming around the corner behind them. Both Tony and Ziva grabbed their weapons first and looked second.
The car was dark, and they couldn't see anyone inside. The car stopped, and people got out. Tony and Ziva gave a communal sigh of relief when they recognized Onri.
"Onri!" Ziva yelled and got out of the car, "what happened?"
"We're not sure," she said, "but get in the car and let's go!"
Tony and Ziva exchanged a loo, and both knew they had no other choice. They took their stuff out of the trunk and ran to the other car. Onri hugged Ziva, and told her she would explain as they drove.
They jumped into the car and sped off as if they were being followed.
"What happened?!" Ziva demanded, "We were hit, then shot at. I want honest and complete answers. NOW!" Ziva almost pulled her gun on Onri just to show her how serious she was, but as she reached for it, Tony stopped her.
"Ziva, we aren't sure what happened, all we know is that you were intercepted. They were after you Ziva, and the body of your father. We will have protection for you for the rest of the trip."
"Did they get my father's body?"
"Yes, Ziva. They did," Onri knew this would not be taken well.
"What do they want with him?"
"Not sure Ziva."
Tony squeezed her hand and looked at her, "We'll find him."
She wanted to believe him, but Mossad had such a far reach, that there was no telling how far this could go... Since she was no longer part of it, she didn't have the privileged information that she used to have. She hoped Tony was right, but there was no telling.