BLAHH. Another one! I'm sorry. *Bows down and cries* I didn't mean to, okay I did, but don't hold that against me! I just can't help myself; I think I'm addicted, and I really don't want to find a cure… . *sob* I will work on my addiction though, maybe control it a bit more. But while I do that I beg of you, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. GOD!

Prologue:

She was running; but she did not seem to be making any ground. Every step she took she felt like she was getting further and further away from her destination. Her lungs ached, her legs burned, and her heart pounded fiercely within her chest. She panted in exertion as she moved, her eyes felt heavy but she pushed onward.

She had to make it, she couldn't give up; for once she gave up it would be all over for her. She dare not look behind her, she knew what she'd see, a darkness that loomed around every corner would be there – and in that darkness there was a danger. An unseen danger was worse then one that could be seen, because Ziva could not battle unseen threats.

Her legs gave out, and she felt like her lungs had burst as icy pricks filled her chest. "No." Her mind screamed at her, "Do not give up! Get up and run." But she didn't pay any attention to the nagging voice; she let the darkness overcome her once again.

Ziva woke up gasping, her mind was racing and a cold sweat coated her body. She glanced at her clock and groaned in frustration as the red numbers wavered in front of her; seeming to mock her. It was only 0230h she'd been asleep for one and a half hours and she knew she would not be getting any more sleep tonight.

She pulled the tangled mass of hair away from her face, twisting it quickly before tying it up. She sighed, slipping out of her bed and allowing the cold to seep into her skin. She groggily rubbed her eyes; she did not have to check a mirror to know that she had dark circles under her eyes. They were there yesterday, and they were there the day before; and with the way she's been sleeping lately she knew they weren't going away anytime soon.

She pulled on a pair of track-pants before she grabbed a shirt and pulled it over her head. She yawned as she picked up her tennis shoes; she then made her way to her living room, yanking her windbreaker off of the doorknob in the process. "Looks like you could use another run, David." She spoke allowed to herself, sitting on the arm of her couch as she laced up her shoes.

She zipped up her windbreaker as she headed out the door, ignoring the biting chill that seemed to follow her everywhere these days.

"Fight your own demons, little Ziva; you must win your own battles. Do not accept outside help. It will only run inference. Be head strong; and do not let anyone in."

She recalled her father's words from when she was only a child; she didn't agree with every aspect of the words, but she did know one thing. She would do this alone.

She would fight her own personal demons by herself.

Does it intrigue you? I sure hope so, because I like to intrigue people. ^^; It makes me all sorts of giddy. So review, and tell me your thoughts. Spill your secrets to me, and I will listen to you. ^_^