Title: Wandering Around This Town
Author: Geekery15
Rating: R (Language, some sexual situations, and possible violence)
Summary: After demeaning situations occur while being held captive, Gibbs and Ziva find themselves struggling with their emotions and their positions as teammates.
Spoilers: None
Time Period: Middle/End of Season 3
Feedback: Why the hell not? I'm always hungry anyway
Disclaimer: The characters of NCIS do not belong to me.
Chapter 1: Instructions
The room is poorly lit with the one string bulb dangling in the middle of the room. Rusty nails hold together pieces of termite infested wood as they stay sloppily stacked against one of the dingy walls.
A man lazily paces the dusty and cracked floor. His gun is tucked halfway into the front of his denim jeans. His wavy hair falls over his forehead and eyes, but his vision is anything, but blurred.
A dense knock fills the empty room and breaks his pacing. Walking over to the door, he opens the latch of the small door inside the door and greets the person behind the door.
"Send them in." He orders before slamming the small door shut and locking it.
A beaten woman is thrown inside the room. Her body makes contact with the cement floor with a sick sounding thud. She coughs from the dust that has elevated off the floor.
He stands over her for a moment; reading her expression, then kicks her in her side.
A man falls to the ground behind him. His face and body are beaten, but he is able to lift himself from the ground in a matter of seconds. The rusty handcuffs keep his hands cuffed behind his back.
"Come here." He speaks to the man behind him.
His footsteps are slow and cautious, but soon he is standing in front of the man as he was told to do.
"Help her up." His eyes flicker to the woman laying nearly still on the floor.
Gibbs jerks against his handcuffs to alert the man of his restraints. Waiting a moment, the man finally unlocks the lock and releases Gibbs from his contraption. Turning around quickly he reaches Ziva and is able to get her to stand somewhat, but soon she begins to fall and he catches her. Her battered body makes a low thud against his battered body.
"Over there." The man rests his hand on his gun, ready to pull it out of his pants if there are to be any protests.
"Where?" Gibbs wants specific information incase any random decision could be their last.
"Against the wall--any wall."
The man begins to follow them over to a secluded wall without any pieces of wood blocking their paths. Gibbs stops when he can not go any further and positions Ziva against the wall in order to help her steady her legs.
"Get to it."
Gibbs feels the breath of the man near his ear. He half-turns with his hands still out for Ziva in case she decides to give out on him again. "To what?" He questions; his tone gruff and tired.
"Fucking her."
Ziva hears the words and they sting her violently. She tries to lift her head to show the plea in her eyes to the scary man who cares nothing about her or her team leader.
Gibbs opens his mouth to speak, but finds it hard to find his breath.
"There is no fucking time to waste." The man finally thrusts his hot weapon in Gibbs face. "If I do this correctly, the bullet that kills you just might kill her as well."
Gibbs finds it hard to swallow. He hears Ziva's breath hitch in her throat.
"I can't do this." Gibbs finds his words and his weakness. "Shoot me if you have to, but leave her."
"It doesn't work that way, Special Agent Gibbs. I kill you, I fuck her, then I kill her."
Gibbs takes a forward step and stares the monster completely in the eyes.
"You are in my control now, Agent Gibbs." The monster flashes a grim smile. "Decisions…decisions…" He makes 'tsking' sounds with his mouth.
Ziva wants to die--to vanished. To disappear. To be anywhere…but here.
Gibbs begins to pray for savior. He thinks about what joy it would be to see DiNozzo with a smoking gun after he shoots this mad man dead. How wonderful it would be to McGee rushing in as his backup. Any means of help--even from the damn FBI.
Turning around he feels the tip of the gun pointing in his back. With his eyes he tries to send her a wordless message, but he can't. Her slightly swollen eyes are flickering towards the ceiling as if she is trying her hardest to leave her body.
"Zi--" He stops when he feels the gun pushing deeper into his back. "Alright already, get that fucking gun off of me!" He snaps, causing her to look sharply at him.
"Get to it!" The man recovers the gun from his back, but keeps it aimed.
Gibbs hates the feeling of uncertainty, but it is all he can feel at the moment. He wishes she would look him directly in the eyes, but she has moved her gaze past him and refuses to look at him.
"I SAID GET TO IT!" The man behind him is impatient. Grabbing one of Gibbs' hands he pushes it inside Ziva's shirt.
Ziva feels the tips of Gibbs' fingers against her nipple. The instant contact makes her grow more uncomfortable.
"Sorry." He says weakly as he feels the man push his other hand under her shirt and it makes contact with her other breast.
She hates herself for tears that threaten to fall. She hates herself for ever coming to America.
"Enough of that."
Gibbs stills his hands and removes them from under her shirt. His mind flashes to McGee and Tony, wishing they would find them already. In matter of seconds his mind flashes to the button and zipper he has already undone on her pants. As instructed he pulls pushes one of his hands inside the front of her underwear. Two of his slender fingers begin to rub at her bundle of nerves.
Her breathing is sharp and uneven. His cold fingers begin to warm from her heat. A throaty moan threatens to escape her, but she swallows it. Her desire is mixed with humiliation and embarrassment.
"Doesn't that feel good, Gibbs-y?" The man chuckles viciously behind him.
"Bastard." He mutters under his breath as he continues to work his hand.
"She's close." He gives Gibbs a warning he never wanted to hear from someone else in any situation.
Gibbs looks at her sweaty face. Her mouth is closed, but he can see her jaw clenching and unclenching. "Ziva." He says her name hoping for a look from her, but she refuses to open them and look at him.
"Faster." The man instructs him.
Gibbs hesitates, but soon picks up the pace a little. He watches her mouth open now and her breath comes out in short, urgent puffs. In a matter of moments his own instincts tells him she is close, but she is holding back.
Just then his hand his yanked from inside of her underwear. He feels his moist fingers hit the chilled air.
Her eyes clench tighter as she feels the rushed departure and the sting of an unresolved release burning her.
Tears now form in Gibbs' eyes. He never wanted to see her this way.
The man laughs at the two people in front of him. Even with Gibbs' back turned, he can sense the redness and burning in his eyes from tears that threaten to fall.
"Don't be a pussy, Gibbs-y." He teases.
"Bastard." Gibbs says through a clenched jaw.
The mad man throws his head back in a hearty laugh. Reaching in his back pocket, he throws a package near Gibbs' feet.
"Put it on."
Gibbs keeps his eyes focused on Ziva's face. Tears are spilling the corners of her eyes like a waterfall. He only moves when he feels the gun jab him in his shoulder. Reaching somewhat blindly on the floor, he grabs a hold of the item and brings it closer to his face.
"It'll fit. Put it on." The man roughly orders him.
Ziva feels his hands slowly running down her legs as he removes her pants. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, he pulls them down slowly and then moves her feet so he can get them off of her.
He can hear the pleasured sigh of the man behind him and feels an impulse to shoot the bastard dead. If only he had his weapon…
Seconds later, Ziva can hear the unbuttoning and unzipping of his pants. The rustling of the plastic foil quickly registers in her mind.
Gibbs' pants still cover the back of him as he carefully lifts one of her legs over his bruised waist.
"Ziva, please…" He voice is low; nearly a whisper. "Look at me…I can't…"
"You can't do this?" The man sticks the gun in his back once again. "Man up, Gibbs-y."
Ziva feels him enter after a few moments. He is slow and cautious, but when he withdraws and pushes in once more, she feels a sharp sting.
"I'm sorry." His head is down; his eyes squeezed shut. He can't find the strength to look at her.
His own desire flickers in a crossroad. He is disgusted with himself for trapping them in the hands of a mad man and now taking advantage of his newest partner.
"Faster."
With the gun pushing harder in his back, he shakily raises her other leg and wraps it around his waist. With one hand against the wall and the other hand holding her body gently, he quickens his pace.
Her breathing turns into a constant humming. Her hands are tiny fists against the wall. Her eyes shut tightly and securely.
Gibbs misses a step and double thrusts causing her to breath to catch in her throat.
"Don't get sloppy on me, Gibbs-y." The man taunts him.
Sweat pours from Gibbs face. His body tired from trying to find a balance between finding release and holding back release.
A loud knock tries to interrupt his actions, but the man forces him to continue while he orders the person in.
As he hears the muffled voices of the men, he tries to grab Ziva's attention.
"Ziva." He says lowly. "Ziva…Ziva…Ziva…" He is failing to get her eye contact.
"Shows over, Gibbs-y."
Gibbs sees the room go completely pitch dark and they hear the loud sound of a door slamming shut and being locked.
They are still connected, but still. Their breathes are heavy and moist. They can feel each other, but they can not see each other.
Gibbs wants to withdraw--he has enough composure and stamina to force his own pleasure away, but before he can prepare himself, he feels her push against him.
Ziva feels her hips involuntarily thrust in the direction of his. He fills her completely and she begins to buck uncontrollably against him as she shatters.
Her movements and throaty moan send him off in seconds.
Within seconds, she is desperately searching for her underwear and pants. Gibbs stands by her, still in complete darkness, trying to talk to her.
"Let me help you." He tries. "Please, Ziva…don't shut me out. Not now, not here…we need to find a way to get out of here."
"You should have thought about that before you…you…" She collapses to the floor in body shaking sobs.
Gibbs leaves her to try and find the string that will activate the lighting again, but fails.
"GODDAMN IT!!!" His voice is hoarse from anger and sadness.
Ziva continues to cry in the corner of the room.
Gibbs reaches for his head and pulls at his hair in fistfuls.
Darkness and silence swallows the room.