Ziva's head was slumped forward and her eyes were closed. Saleem left her alone again about an hour ago. She tried to remember how long she had been there. She knew that she found Saleem's camp after leaving her injured agent to return to Israel while she went to complete their mission. She knew that she gunned down several of Saleem's men before she was taken captive. What happened next, she didn't know. She had woken up tied to a hard wooden chair. How long had she been unconscious? It could've been a few hours or possibly days. At that point, all she knew was that she had failed. Not only had she been unable to kill Saleem, but she had been captured alive. Something she had promised herself she would never let happen. The only way she could beat Saleem was to not tell him what he wanted to know. She just hoped that he would realize she wouldn't tell him anything and kill her soon.
Saleem walked down the dim hallway and slid open the dead bolt on the door. He paused for a moment before entering the small cell. He looked at Ziva slumped in the chair, completely defeated. Saleem took a syringe and a small glass vial from a pouch on his belt. He drew some of the liquid from the vial into the syringe. Ziva shuddered as he approached. He grabbed her arm and slowly inserted the needle, pushing the clear liquid into her body. Then the interrogation began in earnest. It was the same every time. "Tell me everything you know about NCIS." Ziva resisted the drug's effects as long as she could. Her vision blurred and she felt like her head was going to explode. The pain was so intense; she cursed at Saleem in Hebrew. Saleem reacted instantly. He lashed out. There was a sickening crack then blood gushed from Ziva's nose. Saleem turned and angrily walked out, slamming the door behind him. Ziva whispered a small prayer before letting herself slip into unconsciousness.