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Who: Ziva
What: Arrival
When: Day 42, evening
Where: Main Street
She did not know where she was or how she had come to be there. The last thing she remembered was returning home after the case, still amused at the antics of DiNozzos Senior and Junior.
She had just stepped into her living room, had tossed her keys on the sideboard and her coat on the couch and then… What? Surely she would have noticed if someone had been in her home. She would remember if she had been attacked. It did not make sense. One second, she was contemplating what to cook for dinner and the next she was…here. Wherever here was. Peaksville is what the man had said, but the name meant nothing to her.
She wondered how far from D.C. she was. From the looks of the town, no one had really lived here for quite some time. It looked like something out of one of Tony’s movies. Actually, it could very well have been a film set, long forgotten. Old, but not exactly rundown. And completely abandoned. Or at least it felt that way. The streets were still and eerily quiet. It was warmer than it had been in DC too. She could feel no breeze, no movement at all.
There was definitely something wrong with this town.
Escape was her primary objective, of course, but without knowing where she was or what exactly she was escaping from her options were limited. Sensory deprivation, torture, those were things she knew very well. This was new. Particularly since the man with the recording device did not try anything. He had just talked and then handed her an envelope and a journal and told her she was not real. And then she had been here.
With no other options materializing before her, she began to walk, not at all sure where it was she was heading.