Hello. This story has about 10 chapters, hope to update every night and reviews are most welcome, oh, and have a lovely day..or night (By the way, this is a McGiva, just a warning for the McAb fans)
Disclaimer: Just want to mention I do not own NCIS or any of its characters, just writing a little fan fic
The rhythm of their contented breathing was in sync, the only sound filling the moon-lit bedroom. The air was still, chirping crickets could be heard through the crack of the open window along with the occasional streetcar or motorcycle. They were both dressed in t-shirts and pajama pants snuggled together, void of any blankets. Tim's arm was securely wrapped around Ziva's side as he cuddled behind her breathing in the clean scent of her hair as he slept. She cradled his hand to her chest, savoring his warmth and his closeness that she so desperately desired.
Ziva's eyes were the first to open as a stern hand clamped tightly against her mouth, her body was roughly pulled and jerked. She responded by kicking and thrashing with a vengance. Tim was pulled from behind her and thrown to the floor as she heard a loud thud then guttural grunt. She scratched and clawed at an arm that was locked against her throat as she was tugged to a standing position now able to see two men on the other side of the bed as they roughly kicked Tim over and over again. Tears stung her eyes with frustration as she tried to scream but was denied the release of her intense fear listening to Tim's painful cries. Suddenly one of the men kicking Tim was yanked downward, twisting as he fell hitting the floor hard, cursing loudly. Tim was then visible to her as he tackled the other man sending him crashing into the night stand.
A hopeful smile curved on Ziva's lips under the hand that covered them as she enthusiastically bit down as hard as she could. She continued with a backfist to his face then a back kick to his groin. She was then able to rummage through the drawer of her nightstand to locate her backup weapon. She drew it stepping back to gain better access to defend herself just as Tim received a blow to the back of his head when his attackers forced his body against the wall restraining him like a bug pinned to a display. One of the attackers shoved a firearm into Tim's stomache, his dire warning directed towards Ziva. Tim's head rolled as he struggled to remain conscious. His body was motionless as they held him securely against the wall, his arms restrained vertically from his sides.
"Drop it." The man with the gun pointed at Tim glared at Ziva from across the room with serious intent. "I won't say it again."
"No, Ziva don't." Tim urged. The other man drove a fist into Tim's solar plexus as Tim tried to curl forward from the pain and muscle spasm. Ziva dropped the gun without hesitation as she waited for their next move. The man with the gun pistol whipped Tim as she watched him fall to the floor.
"No!" she sobbed.
Ziva felt a blow to the back of her head as her world quickly faded.