Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS but character plots and teenage Tali is all mine. ?

To be honest, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. I know it has been years since TIVA left NCIS but the love and desire for them to return is still on my heart daily. This story is set in the future where Tali is a teenage girl. It will eventually journey to the past to connect Tali's childhood after Tony left with her. There will be trauma, drama, and angst but ultimately love, purpose, hope and family. We will see the ups, downs, and everything else inbetween as the story goes along ... that is if you guys tell me to continue after this first chapter.

WARNING: Some content may cause triggers as certain torture/rape may be suggested or described.

Chapter I - Welcome To Hell

"Ugh", Tali let the noise escape her lips as she began to stir from her sleep. She felt off. A heavy pounding persistent in her head and a shooting pain coursing through the right side of her torso. What happened? Her eyes remained closed while she desperately tried to reform the images of what seemed to be a nightmare she'd just woken up from. I feel like crap. She shook her head trying to refocus and release the haze that seemed to cloud her brain. It was as if she'd been drugged. Didn't they inject me with something in the dream ... Come on Tal, get it together.

She shook her head again and went to lift her hand to wipe her brow but suddenly realized she was bound. Instantly, her eyes popped open to survey her surroundings. She wasn't home in her bed. It wasn't a dream. She tried frantically to get out of the ropes that held her to what she now realized was a chair but they didn't budge. Instead they quickly began to inflict a raw burning sensation on her wrists which instantly made her cringe. She looked in front of her to see if she could find anything to help free her ...

Nothing. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she began to assess the room again and tried to remember how she'd gotten there.

The floor looked just as the wall she could see before her — dismal gray cement covered in dust and dirt. As far as she could tell, there was only one way in and one way out. Fear crept up her spine as the large wooden door came into focus. The door itself isn't what she feared, but rather the smear of fresh blood on it that her eyes had finally noticed. Proof that someone had occupied this space before her and had only recently been removed. Am I going to die here?

A knot formed in her throat and she stiffened as her thoughts were interrupted by a violent commotion on the other side of the door. "Where is the girl", demanded an unfamiliar voice. Please be rescue. There was a split second of silence and then she heard three gun shots. She let out a small whimper as she heard the "thud" of each body dropping like dominos.

Oh God, please be rescue.

Her hopes were dashed when the door swung open and a massive fair skinned man entered with a sadistic smile, "It's nice to see you're finally awake young Tali. I was starting to get impatient." His voice resembled that of the one she had just heard from behind the door. The gun he held now must have been the same that opened fire on the three bodies she saw laying in the hall.

He isn't my rescue.

She tried to mask her fear as she looked him over. From her childhood, her parents had taught her that if she'd ever been kidnapped she needed to get as many physical details of her captors as possible.

Bold head. Mole on left cheek under dark brown eyes. Scar tissue on neck from old knife wound. Swastika tattoo on right forearm.

If she was to ever escape or be rescued, and he got away, she'd need to be able to provide distinct information so he could be tracked down and justice served. Her focus was so intense that she had almost slipped into a trance.

"Hey", the man yelled sharply to regain her attention.

Her head snapped back up and her eyes locked onto his cold dead eyes. "Who are you", she tried desperately to hide the trembling in her vocal cords.

"My name does not matter young Tali", he stated plainly as he got uncomfortably close to her and leaned down so his face was just an inch from hers. "What matters is that I finally have you ... the key."

She tried to shift in the chair but the ropes were too tight. I have to get out of here. She looked to the floor again and shook her head as if to shake the fear off her. She remembered her parent's teachings which seemed to be overprotective overkill a few years ago but now seemed to be the only thing she could remember.

"Get as much information as possible without making yourself more of a target. Remain calm and stay focused. Give them the information they desire but only if it helps aid in your release. If it does not help you to help them, then hold out as long as possible."

She let out a small sigh and looked directly in his eyes, "what am I the key to?"

"All in good time young Tali", he chuckled as he stood straight up. "All in good time." He holstered his gun then pulled a large switch blade from his pocket. "First, I must apologize."

Tali's head titled to the side in confusion but she remained silent.

"You see", he continued, "I've come to realize that my men did not follow my instructions on how to procure you. I specifically told them to inject my knockout serum into you while you slept and bring you to my office without harming you as you are precious to me. But it seems, judging your appearance, they did not follow orders. So, for their insolence, I do apologize."

Her head was spinning and she looked straight ahead as he walked behind her. He placed his hand on the exposed skin of her shoulder where her shirt had been torn, and Tali flinched. His cold hands meeting her flesh causing her to realize something she hadn't noticed since waking up ...

I'm half naked.

Her eyes widened at the realization and she tried shifting again but the ropes did their job in holding her in place. He tightened his grip on her shoulder causing her to grimace. "My young Tali", he spoke quietly with his lips far too close to her ear for comfort, "you really are beautiful." He kissed her ear softly and bile rose in her. "I hope we can get through this without me having to kill you. I'd really hate to have to kill such an angelic vessel."

His words made her gag and cringe. He felt her tense under his hold as she tried to swallow down the need to vomit. Slowly he made his way back in front of her and let his hand graze her face. She moved her head swiftly and pleaded, "please don't hurt me!"

"Young Tali, I cannot promise that it won't hurt", he grabbed her face firmly as a single tear streamed down her cheek. "But I will try to be gentle if you cooperate. Will you cooperate with me my little adorable key?"

What choice do I have? He will surely kill me. She slowly and reluctantly nodded her head in agreement.

He smiled and his eyes showed the pure demon within, "good choice." His hand moved from her face to her tied hands to hold the rope, "now, as a sign of good faith, I will cut these bindings. Promise me you will not do anything foolish or you will find yourself dead, understood?"

"I promise", she spoke through silent tears. Her voice almost inaudible. He roughly took the switchblade and cut her free causing a whimper to escape her lips as she rubbed her now rope burned wrists. Aside from that, she still did not move.

He looked down at her and smirked, "good girl." He then walked towards the door. "I will return to check on you later. But for now", he paused to knock on the door to signal someone, "I want you to play nice." The door swung open and, from outside, a badly beaten young man was tossed in by two masked men. "Enjoy your new roommate my dear."

Tali finally moved from the chair and ran to the injured teen. She immediately noticed the blood coming from his head. "Please you have to help him! He's bleeding!"

The man laughed, "I know. That was my handy work." He watched as Tali finally began to breakdown and all of her emotions flooded to her face. The sheer terror in her eyes made him smirk as he closed the door saying, "Welcome to Hell!"