Ziva David: The Following


The hotel bar was filled with late night patrons. Some were people staying
in the hotel others had just come here with dates or people they hoped to
go home with. Others were there on business; late night deals between
companies over drinks. No doubt some of the beautiful women making their
rounds were call girls. In a few days the hotel would be used for a secret
meeting for several major figures in the intelligence world.

NCIS had heard rumors that some cult was planning to attack that meeting.
The rumors were quite vague and the security on the meeting would be tight,
however, just to be sure, they had decided to send an agent undercover to look
for anything ... unusual.

So that's why she was here, dressed -- as DiNozzo would put it -- like a sexy 
Bond Girl. Ziva David, former Mossad Officer now NCIS Special Agent, was the 
team's expert on assassination. She sat at the bar with her back against it, showing
off her fantastic looks. Ziva's hair was slightly curled and styled to hang on her 
right side. It brought more attention to her flawless face with dark almond colored 
eyes. Deep red lipstick coated her lips. Ziva's dress, a long backless blue number, 
hugged her frame down to her behind. From there the dress opened with a long leg slit. 
Her prefect legs were dressed in suntanned expensive hosiery. They felt 
like smooth silk on her legs. Finally she wore heels matching her dress.

She had not seen anything suspicious so far. She would watch the people a bit 
more and then she would go to her hotel room. Tomorrow she would meet a 
member of the security detail to tell him what she had found, and then this 
assignment would be over.

To be honest she doubted that some cult had somehow figured out the meeting
would be here. It was even more unlikely that they would prepare an attack.
The meeting would be heavily guarded and Ziva felt like this assignment was a
bit useless.

Ziva got off the barstool leaving the tab for her hotel bill as a rich woman would.
Of course she noticed quite a few men glance at her as she walked away. Ziva
smirked; most of the men were with ladies. The Israeli beauty noticed that one
or two women were eying her long nylon-clad legs, and then her body as well.

As she reached the elevators Ziva saw she wasn't alone. Standing there was a
woman of similar height and weight. She was in her late forties, with long,
curly blonde hair. Although Ziva couldn't see her face the woman seemed 
somehow familiar. Her body was clad in a dark dress that perfectly fit her body. 
It hugged her moderate bosom well along with her behind. The dress was cut short,
barely reaching her knees. Like Ziva, her legs were dressed in black expensive
hosiery. Her shoes were black heels that just seemed to make her legs longer.
She carried a small fashionable purse.

The blonde woman turned showing her face and smiled at Ziva. That's when it
clicked in the former Mossad Officer's mind. Ziva had a photographic memory,
she did not forget faces. She recognized this woman and she was one of those 
suspected to be part of the cult. Her name was Lily Gray.

Lily seemed to not notice Ziva's reaction, turning back to the elevator and
entering when the doors opened. Ziva walked over to a small table which had a
phone, lifting it up she pretended to make a phone call. In reality she needed
an excuse to look inside the elevator, which was lined with reflective surfaces; 
she saw which floor the woman had selected.

Ziva moved quickly into her own elevator and pressed the button for the eleventh 
floor. Ziva wasn't sure why the blonde was here, but she would not let her out of 
her sights.

Carefully, Ziva poked her head out of the elevator once it reached the proper
floor. She caught a glimpse of her walking away, taking a left down the hallway. 
Ziva followed from a distance and made sure to stay out of sight. Not wanting to 
tip off her target with any noise, Ziva slipped out of her heels. Leaving them 
behind under a table in the main hallway, she moved in stocking feet to the edge 
of the hallway her suspect had turned down. Poking her head slightly around the 
corner Ziva saw the blonde was gone.

Ziva slowly walked through the hallway but realized she had no clue where the
blonde had gone. Perhaps she had entered one of the rooms, however Ziva had no 
idea which one. Ziva realized she would have to contact NCIS about this, 
however her phone for secured calls was still in her hotel room.

Making her way to the nearest elevators Ziva entered the elevator and clicked
for the seventh floor. The elevator stopped at the ninth floor and a couple entered.
The male was young, handsome and impeccably dressed. An arrogant look was 
on his face as his eyes went over Ziva's body and paused for a moment at her 
cleavage.

The woman was a cute redhead with short hair. She was dressed in a strapless
cocktail dress that almost seemed painted on her body. The couple had spoken to 
each other in French but had gone silent when they saw Ziva in the elevator.

Ziva stepped back and they went in and pressed the button for the third floor.
The redhead glanced at Ziva's shoeless for a moment feet but then continued
her conversation with the young male.

Something seemed off about them and Ziva made sure she could see their hands.

The redhead glanced again at Ziva and Ziva sensed a bit of nervousness, like a
tension that was barely recognizable. However, soon the elevator stopped at the 
seventh floor and Ziva exited without any incident.

As the elevator doors closed Ziva glanced at the redhead and noticed a cruel
smile on her face as she looked at Ziva. Ziva realized something was wrong here 
and made her way towards her hotel room. Using her keycard Ziva opened the 
door and entered. Her laptop and phone were on the desk next to her bed.

As she walked towards the large bedroom she went through the events in her
head. Lily Gray in the hotel just days before the secret meeting. Also the redhead 
and that young male in the elevator. The way the redhead had looked at her, it had
not been like she wanted to cause harm to Ziva. There was a camera in the 
elevator, so that would not be possible to do undetected. It was more a look of 
scorn. Like she knew exactly who Ziva was and knew she was ahead of her.

Ziva replayed the image of the redhead looking at her in her mind. It looked like 
she knew who Ziva was and that she knew Ziva was walking into a TRAP.

As the thought went through Ziva's head she suddenly felt a trigger in her mind 
going off. It was a similar feeling, like her mind had not fully processed what was 
going on. However her unconsciousness already knew that she was in DANGER.

And as she felt the sensation of danger, Ziva turned around and saw someone 
moving towards her. It was a woman with long, blond curly hair. She was 
wearing a dark dress that perfectly fit her tight body. Like Ziva, she had removed 
her high heels in order to not make any sound.

It took Ziva a split second to realize it was Lily Gray. A mischievous look was on 
her face, but then her lips parted in a predatory smile. Ziva then noticed that in 
her right hand Lily was holding a large kitchen knife.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Ziva saw Lily raise her left hand, 
trying to grab Ziva by her shoulder to control her body. Raising her right arm, she 
brought the knife in position to stab it straight into Ziva's vitals.

The attack would be swift and brutal, grabbing Ziva and then plunging the knife 
in and out of her body till shock and blood loss would cause Ziva to collapse.

Which would be quite quickly if Ziva would not come up with a swift and
effective response. Years of combat training and hard earned experience kicked in 
and Ziva moved.

A knife was more dangerous than a gun in a close-range situation. The wielder 
could cut, stab and slice. Every hit would diminish the target's ability to resist. 
Most knife attacks were swift and brutal, and unless the target would react with a 
proper response right away it would go quickly downhill.

To make things even worse Ziva was in a hotel room with only limited space to
maneuver. This was an advantage for Lily and a massive disadvantage for Ziva.

If Ziva moved backwards she would eventually corner herself and Lily would cut 
her apart. However to buy time and to come up with her next move, Ziva took one 
step back and avoided Lily's left arm reaching for her shoulder.

Lily seemed bent on overwhelming Ziva and was not going to halt her aggression.
Moving forward Lily raised the knife and aimed a horizontal cut towards the neck 
of the NCIS agent.

Experience, a ton of training, and above-average instinct for survival made Ziva 
react in the proper way. Instead of continuing backwards, as Lily seemingly 
expected her to, Ziva stepped forward.

Allowing her to intercept the attack. Ziva caught Lily's wrist with both hands.

At this point she had to hustle. If Lily could get the knife free she would cut Ziva.
If they wrestled for the knife Lily could still cause massive damage to Ziva.

With trained precision, Ziva twisted Lily's arm backwards and bent her wrist, 
applying a painful wristlock. Lily let out a scream of pain and surprise as her wrist 
was bent towards a point it was never supposed to go. The knife fell out of her 
hand and, seemingly in slow motion, Ziva saw it fall on the floor.

Ziva kicked out one foot and the knife skidded over the floor and under the bed.

Ziva felt a sense of victory; surviving a knife attack was one thing. Doing it in a 
hotel room while being caught completely off-guard by a cult member specialized 
in knife kills is something else.

Ziva was ready to follow up with her next move. Twisting Lily's arm further
back, she would then put her right leg behind Lily's. Moving forward, she
would then force the woman to the floor while still keeping a hold of her wrist. 
There she could take control of her and render her helpless, breaking her wrist 
if she needed to.

However, Ziva had underestimated the resourcefulness of Lily Gray.

Gray seemed aware of her weak situation. However instead of fighting the 
wristlock, she moved with it, giving her leeway to move her left arm. Moving her 
body in a twisting motion, she rammed her left elbow hard against the side of 
Ziva's head, hitting her right above the temple.

Ziva felt her head snap to the side and stars exploded in front of her eyes.

For a split second Ziva felt like her legs were going to give out, like she
was suddenly standing on ice. She was aware of her grip on Lily's wrist slipping.
Blinking her eyes Ziva focused herself and turned towards Lily.

The blonde woman had a wily look on her face. Her hands were up in a fighting 
stance. However, the attack came from her legs.

Lily kicked her left leg out like a soccer player, sending her feet in an upward 
motion aimed between Ziva's legs. Ziva recognized the kick towards her groin in 
time and, turning her hips slightly, Lily's feet slammed against her side instead 
of her womanhood.

Now it was Ziva's time to strike. Moving forward Ziva closed the distance on 
Lily. With her right hand she aimed a punch straight for the older woman's throat, 
aiming to hit the windpipe and temporarily deprive her of ability to breathe.

However, Lily moved like a trained fighter. With her left hand she parried
Ziva's punch, while at the same time reaching out with her right hand. Pushing the 
palm of her right hand under Ziva's chin, she forced her head backwards and 
made her body go sideways.

Ziva tried to twist back and aim an elbow strike. However Lily had already 
stepped behind her and seized Ziva's hair with both hands. With a hard tug she 
pulled Ziva's head backwards, causing the NCIS agent to yelp in pain and 
surprise.

Ziva was out of position and off-balance; before she could escape, Lily slammed 
her knee hard into her back. The knee struck Ziva next to her spine and just below 
her ribs. The kidney strike sent a jolt of pain through Ziva's lower back and made 
her grunt in pain. The pain was also numbing; Ziva felt like her body was 
electrocuted.

Lily kept holding her hair and twisted her body sharply, forcing Ziva to the
Floor. Ziva landed on her ass in a sitting position with Lily controlling her by 
herhair.

Lily stepped behind Ziva and moved her legs over Ziva's arms. Sitting down as 
well she crossed her ankles behind Ziva's back, making sure her arms were tightly 
secured behind her back. Pulling Ziva further back to a partially lying position, 
she kept holding Ziva's hair with her left hand.

However, her right arm slipped around Ziva's neck.

"So good of you to be here, Ms. David. This will make our attack so much
easier," Lily hissed, her mouth close to Ziva's ear.

"You will never get close to them," Ziva said defiantly. Her back still hurt where 
she had been kneed.

Lily laughed amused at the words of the NCIS agent who was now helpless in her
grasp.

"Oh, do not worry, dear. Time to take a little nap now," Lily said with a 
provocative, amused voice.

She began to apply a chokehold on the NCIS agent. Her right arm was around her 
neck, the biceps was pressing one carotid artery, and her radius was pressing the 
other. Ziva struggled but Lily's legs restrained her arms and she was only able
to kick her legs feebly.

The chokehold blocked the blood to her brain and Ziva's vision began to turn
dark. Her thoughts were slowing down as her brain was screaming for oxygen.

Lily smiled as she felt Ziva's resistance falter as her body was slowly shutting 
down. Ziva let out a gasp and then went limp.

Amused, Lily let go of her and took a moment to look down at her conquest.
Then she rolled Ziva onto her front.

Gently she removed Ziva's stockings. Pulling her arms behind her back she tied 
the agent up with her own stockings. 

"Do not worry; I am not going to kill you..." Lily smiled to herself.

"Yet," Lily added with a cruel smile.