You are mine

Ziva jumped awake, gun drawn. Saleem was not there. Frightened eyes flickered to all corners of the room where the darkness lay. Where was he?

A car backfired outside; her back was pressed against the wall. Why was she so stupid?

Tell me all you know of NCIS

She shouldn't have got caught. She was too cocky, overconfident.

And if I don't?

Did they break her? She held onto her silence like a lifeline, making no noise as the shadows moved. They knew nothing from her. Was it worth being so stubborn?

Then, I will just have to kill you.

Her hand flew to her neck as the tingling feeling of a ghostly knife drew a line against her throat. Finding nothing, except the raised line where the scar was, Ziva's hand returned to clenching the bedspread, knuckles whitening.

She will break, eventually.

They were clawing at her, pawing at her skin. They snapped at her, teeth bared if she dared to fight back, dared to be defiant.

Why do you want me?

She showed weakness, Saleem knew, her father knew, surely everyone else knew. Dark chuckles echoed off her plain cream walls. Everything she tried to do amused him. He never seemed to be shaken. He had no weaknesses.

You know so much

No, she didn't. Ziva didn't even know who she was anymore. Gibbs was wrong; she'd left more than an assassin back in the African Desert. Why was she so valuable to Saleem? She didn't know then and she certainly didn't now. She wasn't privy to any more information than Tony, Tim, Kate or Gibbs was. Perhaps even less than them, she was only an Officer to Mossad

Dark eyes glimmered briefly in defiance

Hope was leaving her body fast. What was the point? No one trusted her anymore, she didn't trust herself anymore. If no one had found her before now then they never would. She wasn't worth saving. Her father had shown her that time and time again.

The dank room was barren and dry. The all too familiar room was fading out fast.

Ziva coughed and reached for the glass of water on her bedside table. It felt like she was inhaling sand again. The light-headedness wasn't helping either.

A bag covered her eyes. Were they going to rape her again without letting her know her torturers? She knew each one of them very well by now anyway.

Her body tensed, preparing itself for the routine torture the men found so much pleasure in. Her mind slowly shut down so could shut everything else out. If she wasn't aware then she would not know what was happening she told herself wistfully.

How was your summer?

Tony, with his cheeky grin and battered face. A familiar, comforting face. He couldn't be here; it was just a figment of her imagination. Hadn't she imagined Abby scolding her as one of the men punched her in the gut, causing a miscarriage?

I sort of have truth serum injected into me, so any questions you don't want answers…

A chuckle escaped Ziva's lips as she remembered Tony. Even when he was under duress, he never changed.

Tim was lying on the ground

She didn't deserve people like this. Why did they do it? It would have been easier if she died

Couldn't live without you I guess.

It made no sense

You have thirty seconds to live

Ziva's mind played back that moment in slow motion. The bullet soared through the air, breaking glass and freeing her, finally.

Let's go home

The shadows receded and Ziva's breathing evened out. Her family kept the demons at bay so she could slip back into slumber with peacefulness. A smile played on her mouth as her subconscious played back Thanksgiving at Ducky's. The sun climbed up the sky, brightening her apartment with its first hopeful rays of light.