DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NCIS

It all happened so fast, Ziva David never had time to process a thought. She had been brought into the room, blind-folded and then suddenly she could see. What filled her vision were the forms of her former team mates, Tony and Tim. After that, it was a blur of activity; Tony talking to Saleem, a bullet coming through the window and killing Saleem, then being cut free of the binds that held her hands together. She then felt herself being lifted and helped to walk through the halls of her prison and finally meeting up with Gibbs.

After hours of debriefing, the team, plus Ziva was on their way home. The quiet on the plane finally gave Ziva the chance to decompress and process all that had happened that day. She was finally free after three months of being held captive by men who treated her the way no women should ever be treated. Her friends had come for her; even though they had been told she had died, they still came.

Ziva was startled out of her daydream by Tony plopping down in the seat next to her.

"Hi Ziva, how's it going?"

Not wanting to talk, and still upset with Tony; Ziva just sent him a glare, then turned back to looking out the window of the plane.

Gibbs watched as his Senior Field Agent went to talk to his recently found partner. After all that has happened between the two of them; with Tony tailing and investigating Ziva without her knowledge, and then killing her boyfriend out of self-defense; he knew the tow of them had a lot to work through. Seeing the glare that Ziva sent Tony, and then watching Tony move dejectedly back to his seat, he knew it was going to be a rough next couple of months.

About halfway home, Ziva was finally able to relax enough to drift into sleep. Her peaceful sleep didn't last long; she was soon trying to fight off the visions of Saleem and his men coming at her. They were just about to touch her when she was woken by a loud, high pitched scream. Sitting upright in her seat, now wide awake, she realized the scream had come from her and she had everybody staring at her.

Gibbs was the first one to rush to her side. Placing a hand on her arm; he could feel her shaking.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

Jerking her arm away from his touch, she replied, "I'm fine, it was just a dream."

"That was NOT just a dream; it sounded more like a nightmare. Are you sure you're OK?" Gibbs asked again.

"I don't want to talk about it," Ziva snapped. Turing away from Gibbs to look out the window, she wordlessly signaled the end to the conversation.

Placing a parting pat on Ziva's shoulder, he felt her tense up and shiver slightly as he made his way over to Tony.

"Hey, I saw you talking to Ziva earlier. By the way you went back to you seat, I assume it didn't go well," Gibbs asked him.

"She just glared at me and told me to go away. I have a feeling she hasn't quite forgiving me yet. I had hoped after taking her out of that place, she would at least feel some kind of gratitude towards me," Tony told him.

"You just got to give her time," Gibbs relied. "After all she's probably been through; she gotta have all kinds of thoughts and feelings invading her. Just give her time to sort them out, she'll come around eventually, and you'll be back to your normal selves."