Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS
A/N: So I have been working on this story which is also why my other stories have been taking so long. But have no fear for this one is all finished. So updates will be close together. Hope you enjoy!
WARNING: Contains dark theme.
She didn't know how it got this far. She told herself that she would never allow anyone to hurt her again. But here she is, fighting with him… once again.
His fist connects with the right side of her ribs and she stumbles backwards. She quickly composes herself and attacks him in a furry. She throws her leg up to kick him right underneath his ribs. As he crouches over she raises the same foot to slam it back down onto the back of his head. He falls down, face first onto her living room carpet. She stumbles backwards until she leans against her table, holding the right side of her rib cage.
He leaves the biggest bruises in places people can't see. This has been going on for about a month. He gets angry or frustrated with her for something that he thinks she did. When he confronts her about his theories, she denies them, and that's when he starts arguing with her because he thinks she's lying. Her being as stubborn as she is, she argues right back. Arguing leads to screaming, and screaming leads to violence.
The first time it happened, she didn't know what to do. She was just so shocked that he would actually hit her. At first it was just randomly thrown objects. But he quickly switched to his fists. It's not like she likes the abuse, it's not like she gets turned on by them fighting. It's the exact opposite. She is scared, and all she wants to do is run. She ran the first time it happened, but he chased after her. He caught up to her and dragged her back to his apartment. He told her that if anyone found out about him he would kill her but first he would kill her friends and make her watch. She had a feeling it was true, and the look he had in his eyes confirmed it.
He being C.I.A. allowed him to be able to fight. Most of her attacks didn't do much to him. She would always get a few good hits in there, but the truth was she had been out of practice for a long time. She had left Mossad a long time ago. She didn't forget her training and she could fight when she needed to. But it's a completely different situation if she has to fight someone who is bigger, faster, and stronger than her. She had the advantage of being flexible and since she ran every morning she was is perfect shape.
She's pretty sure he broke a rib or two this time. With every breath she took she had pain shoot all through her torso. Her breathing was heavy and fast. She was in shape but she always had to work extra hard just to defend herself. She closes her eyes as her breathing slows.
She hears a movement and snaps her eyes open just in time to see him charging right at her. He's directly in front of her within the next second. He grabs her by the hips and throws her onto the table. The force of her body being thrown onto the table snaps one of the legs. The Table tilts and she slides down the table onto the floor. She lets out a scream as he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her back up to a standing position. He grabs her around the ribs and slams her back up against the wall; her feet are off the ground. He places his forearm over her throat to keep her in place.
She has been in this position many times before. He never presses hard enough to strangle her, only enough to strain her breathing. She's face to face with him and his face is inches away from hers.
"I told you," was all he said to her. She swallows not knowing exactly what he is talking about. He has told her many things before. The only thing she can think of is her staying late to finish paperwork with Tony.
"Told me what? What are you talking about? I did not do anything," she says. Her voice is just above a whisper from the pressure of his arm.
"Don't play dumb with me Ziva. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I told you that I didn't want you alone with him. I know something is going on between the two of you and I don't like it. You're my girlfriend not his," he gets angrier, and applies more pressure against her throat.
"Ray, stop, nothing is going on between Tony and me. I have told you that. We are just friends. And I couldn't help, tonight I had to stay and finish paperwork, and so did he. But you have to trust me. Tony and I are just friends," she says. Her voice is even softer and she is finding it extremely difficult to breath.
He lets pressure off her neck, calming down a little bit. "I don't believe you. I want you to prove to me that you love me," he says keeping his face close to hers.
She slowly reaches her hand up to caress the side of his face. "Ray, listen to me. I…" She can't say it. She can't say she loves him. She did at one point, but now she hates him. Maybe if he stayed the nice guy, like he was when she first met him then maybe she would still love him.
"See I knew it!" He yells putting the force back onto her neck.
She struggles for a minute and calms herself back down to try and think of a way out of this. There is nothing going on between the two of them. Ziva isn't a cheater. As much as she hates Ray she would never cheat on him. Besides even if something was going to happen between Tony and her, it wouldn't happen because she believes it would only be one sided. He brags about all these women in his life, and how great they were the previous night. She wouldn't allow herself to be hurt, or to be another one of his girls that he met at the bar.
The stinging pain across her face breaks her from her thoughts about her partner. She looks back into his cold, anger filled eyes, and she is scared once again. He has never pressed this hard against her before. He has never looked this angry before either. She has to find a way to get away from him somehow. She thinks about all her options. She knows a blow to the face will do no good; she also knows trying to push him off of her isn't a smart plan either. Her hands are occupied with trying to force his forearm off of her throat just a tiny bit so she can breathe. All she has left are her feet. They are free and just dangling there. She could swing them freely if she really wanted to. She glances down and see's that his legs are spread just a little bit a part. She wonders if it's enough to get her knee or her foot between them.
He's never been this angry with her before. But he's tired of all her lying. He knows something is going on. No one is that close with someone unless something is going on. He sees the way they look at each other. He hears the way she talks about him. Tony is almost all she talks about. She tries but since he is her partner she can't help it. He's told her how he feels about the two of them being alone anywhere, but she doesn't listen. He is tired of her ignoring everything he says.
He feels an excruciating pain in between his legs. He lets go of his hold on her to grab himself as he drops to his knees in pain. She drops to her feet and leans against the wall to breath. He throat is sore and breathing hurts from the blow to her ribs earlier. She knows she should be running away. She got out of his hold, that's what she wanted, she can leave. But one of the problems is she is having trouble breathing, and she knows if she tries to run now, she will only fail. He is still on his knees in front of her. As he looks up her, she is glad looks can't kill. She can tell he is almost over the pain, so she runs. She reaches the door when he grabs her wrist and slams her against the door. He takes her other wrist in his free hand and holds it above her head with the other one. Pushing her chest flush against the door.
His grip is rough, and tight. She is positive that there will be bruises in the morning. He takes both her wrists in one hand above her head. He reaches down and grabs her hair to push her face harder into the ridge of the door. He always goes for her hair. It's one of his favorite places to grab. It hurts her and it's easy to control her. He always rips out her ponytail in the beginning of their fights. He pulls her head back and soon all she see's is darkness. He slams her head back against the door knocking her out cold. She falls limp in his arms and he carries her back to her bed.
He knows he won this round. He is proud of himself because he thinks since he won that she will know her place. She won't cheat on him again because now she knows he can beat her in a fight. He lies down next to her to sleep next to her. He'll deal with her more in the morning.
He sees nothing wrong with what he has done to her. He sees it as a way of placing his claim on her. It will show her that she is his and that she always will be. In his eyes, his actions are justified.
A/N: I know it's a little weird. If you don't like it then I don't mind if you don't read it. But if you do like it and want more please let me know by leaving a review.