This is my first fanfiction so please be nice and remember to review if you enjoyed it or have any constructive critisim, unsure yet as to where this story is going or if i am going to continue it so please let me know what you think :D
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters (unfortunatly) :p
Her chest tightened and her stomach knotted as she crept along the corridor. She turned and nodded and after a moment Gibbs nodded back, she glanced at the security camera: knowing that he could see her. That was the signal- it had started. With that glance she had set into motion a chain of events that could end in her own destruction and the destruction of all that she holds dear.
In her blissful ignorance she continued with the plan, doing the moves that she had rehearsed, learnt by heart and perfected. She kicked the door and it flung open. She ran through holding her gun and flash light high, quickly surveyed the room then ran to the door at the other end. Adrenaline made her blood pound in her ears but she- without needing to hear it- knew that Gibbs was still following closely behind her. In the third room they reached they finally found what they sought.
A naked woman lay on the ground in the far corner of the room, her wrists were tied together behind her head and a rope was tied to both of her ankles and looped around her neck. The rope was pulled tight so that her legs were completely bent and her head was pulled back as far as it would go. It was the perfect murder weapon, so cruel; it would force her to be the cause of her own death. Petty Officer McGriffith, her kidnapper, knew that eventually she would either become so uncomfortable that she would straighten her legs and strangle herself or live like this would become so unbearable that she would straighten her legs to end it herself.
Ziva felt her stomach tighten and sick rise into her throat at the horror of what she saw but then she hardened herself to it- went on autopilot so she didn't have to deal with her emotions. She'd lived that way for years, like a robot but moving to Washington and meeting Abby, Gibbs, Ducky, Magee and... Tony had changed that; brought her back to live but as nice as it felt to feel it also made it harder to deal with situations like this.
An hour an half later- crime scene searched, victim questioned and suspect interrogated- Gibbs had disappeared, leaving her with the woman who had steadily became more and more hysterical. It was pitch black, about midnight she guessed, red and blue lights were flashing everywhere and police tape had been plastered to every surface, pole and tree. Her head was throbbing and her bed at home had been calling to her getting steadily louder so she was unbelievably grateful when ten minutes later Gibbs arrived with a cup of coffee for himself, a cup of tea for her and an order to go home and get some sleep.
She drove home still on autopilot, walked up the path, let herself in, got ready for bed and crawled beneath the sheets before she allowed herself to feel again- then she broke down. Sobs shook her whole body and soaked her cheeks, her hair and her pillow. She'd always been strong, she was everyone's rock- their ninja but she couldn't be all the time. No one had ever seen this side of her, the soft side that couldn't bear to see people suffer- the side that had almost been extinguished when she worked for Mossad but had been brought back by her friends- her family- in DC. She sobbed until she became so exhausted that her body just shut down and she fell asleep.
She awoke with a start when her mobile phone, which she had left beside her bed, blared. She made to sit up but lay right back down when her headache gave a throb of protest. It was still dark, she checked the time- only 2:30. Her stomach knotted. Why would someone be calling her at this time? She grabbed her phone and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?" she croaked.
"Ziva." It was Gibbs, he sounded worried.
"What is it Gibbs?" she was wide awake now.
"You need to get here asap, there's been a..."
"I'm on my way, where are you?" Ziva dragged herself out of bed and began to get ready to leave while Gibbs rhymed off the address but then her heart stopped and she froze, "Gibbs, that is Tony's address,"
"yeah," was all Gibbs said before he hung up leaving a very confused Ziva to finish changing, hastily tie back her hair and grab her weapon from beneath her sheets where she had left it then she quickly left while trying to control the churning in her gut. She had a bad feeling about this.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know if you think i should continue it :D xx
