Hi, fellow readers! Um, well I just was sitting watching NCIS on this snowy day [yeah, it's snowing here] and I was like… Hey, what if this happen [I have those moments a lot]. So I just wrote this up. Just to clear up any confusion, this setting isn't the episode where Ziva gets captured in Somalia, but another place. And within this story Jenny is still alive… I died when Jenny got shot : -[

Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS… unfortunately. I only own the plot line. :]

So I hope you enjoy and REVIEW! They really help push the story along! And you know, you guys can suggest what you want to happen [it helps] Thank you!

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Ziva sat on the wooden chair in the middle of the small room, hands tied behind her back and eyes cast to the floor. She ran her tongue along her split lip, and winced. The bastards had had their way with her and to be honest, she let them. She gave up fighting a long time ago. She knew that no one was coming for her. All hope of rescue had left her mind months ago. If you're beaten every day and all day for that long, the thought just naturally settles in your mind… Ziva David, the tough, strong, and impressive Mossad officer… was broken. Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep the hot tears from running down her cheeks when she heard the door at the front of the room creek open.

Slowly her eyes wandered to the man named Ali, the leader of this sick organization… actually he looked a lot like Ari, and that's what made it worse.

"Ms. David," He crossed his arms across his chest. "you really are very strong-willed, I've noticed that over our time together." Ali crouched to face level and Ziva turned her head away, not wanting to look into those dark, tormenting eyes. He grabbed her face between his hand with a grip like iron, forcing her to look at him. "But you will break eventually and when that happens… you just wait, my wonderful hell will be your world."

A female voice came from the doorway saying. "You're that amped about hell?"

Ali whipped around and Ziva's eyes darted to the door where a yound woman with piercing blue eyes that were focus of Ali. Oh, by the way she had a huge gun, that was aimed directly at Ali's heart.

"Go there," she pulled the trigger and before Ziva could blink, Ali was lying on the floor, his eyes open but unseeing and hole in his chest. Hesitantly, Ziva started to look at the woman but the stranger was already striding over to her and untying her hands.

When her hands were released she asked, her voice cracking, "Who are you?

The soldier came around and began to unbind Ziva's feet, while saying, "Name's Kelly. And you are Ziva David, correct?" She nodded, silently. "Good, that means I shot the right people."

Kelly helped the wounded woman up, and began to leave the room. As the two young women crept down the halls Ziva noticed all of the dead bodies lying on the floor. This girl was good. Almost as good as… as, well Gibbs. No one had heard or seen her coming, not even Ziva who was trained to notice these things. When they reached the entrance, the bright, hot desert sun met her, blinding her temporarily. They walked a few more feet, then stopped. There was nothing. No way to escape! Ziva was just about to tell Kelly this when she saw her give a signal and two seconds later a helicopter was above them and lowering a ladder.

"What? You thought I didn't have a plan?" Kelly grabbed the ladder and pointed in an upward direction. "Up you go." She did as she was told, eager to get out of that god forsaken place. When they reached the chopper, they got strapped in and put head phones on. The young woman handed Ziva a bottle of water and she took a small sip. Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed, "Come one, when was the last time you got water? It's not like I poisoned it." (AN: I don't actually know if you are capable of having a conversation without yelling in a helicopter cause I've never actually been on one so… sorry if I made a mistake.)

Ziva thought about it, but continued to just take sips. "How can I trust you… Kelly?"

The young woman flashed her brilliant white smile as she laughed, "A little later for that, don't you think?"

"I suppose you are right…," Zive finally got a good look at the girl. She looked like she was in her early 20's, maybe 23, or 24. Her brown hair was in a French braid that ended just below her shoulder blade. Her blue eyes were now covered with a pair of sunglasses and she was wearing the usual camouflage uniform any soldier would wear, her helmet sitting on the floor next to her feet. Kelly really was a very pretty girl. "Can you at least tell me where we are going?"

With a smirk, she answered. "Washington, D.C…. to NCIS."

Ziva leaned back and whisperer, "Home…,"

End of Chapter!

So, you guy… how did you like it? I will post my next chapter as soon as I… think of it. Haha. Post reviews! I really hope you guys grasped who Kelly actually is… um, if you haven't, watch a few episodes of NCIS. You'll get it.