Unexpected (arrival, OTA)
Ziva drove in and out of traffic as she made her way to work that morning, lost in her own world as she drummed her hands against the steering wheel, listening to the music that she was loudly playing.
As she pulled up at the traffic lights, her attention was directed at the motorcycle that was next to her. Two figures clad entirely in black leather, their identity hidden. Her gaze narrowed as memories of past Mossad assignments flashed through her mind ... could this actually be another assignment? If it was why wasn't she alerted?
The lights changed and the bike moved on, Ziva continued to drive, following slightly behind.
The bike pulled up alongside a cafe and before she knew what was happening a loud explosion ripped through the vicinity, catching her off guard.
She let out a startled yelp as she let go of the wheel momentarily to shield herself from the effects of the explosion and as she tried to keep control of her car, she felt her head hit against the window.
Then her world went dark for several moments, she could hear panic and screams in the background as she started to lose consciousness. She didn't know how long she was like that but she knew for a fact that she was in her car at the time of the explosion and somehow she had ended up sprawled across the ground in a place that clearly wasn't where she was supposed to be.
She groaned as she pulled herself up, she wobbled slightly as she regained her balance, surveying her surroundings as she did, her guard now fully up. A hand went to the gun that was normally kept at her waist but it wasn't there.
Just where had she actually ended up?