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A/N: All things written in italics are flashbacks.
She felt herself wake from a heavy sleep, and reluctantly she opened her heavy eyes. There was a quiet murmur in her room around her; her doctor and her father had obviously failed to notice she had woken. Instead of struggling against the thick, heavy leather straps that were used to tie down her limbs - like she normally would - she closed her eyes and strained her ears; tuning into the conversation that was no doubt about her.
"Ziva's not ready to have the straps removed - you saw what happened last time." Her father told Doctor Hasari "She's dangerous, trust me, I trained her."
The doctor removed one strap that bound Ziva's arm to the bed, it was the first time in a week she'd had control over her own body. First she relieved the itch on her nose, then grabbed the doctor's shirt by the collar, pulling him dangerously close, "Tell me the truth, what am I really doing here?" She said.
"I'v told you before, Ziva, you just don't want believe me. You're insane." He said, with a crooked smirk, a taunting smirk, "You created an entire fantasy world, entirely in your head, your 'team mates', your 'job at NCIS', your 'boyfriend Tony', they are all in your head - none of it was real." He paused at caught her eye, "When will you accept the fact you made an entire world up, when will you realize it was all in your head?"
"You are lying! I'm not insane, It was real! It is real!" She cried. She was adamant it was real, her world was real, wasn't it? She was sure it was. She could remember the sound of Abby's voice and the taste of Tony's lips. She could remember the feel the cotton sheet on Tony's bed and the sound of the elevator as it reached its destination. She remember every little detail; it couldn't all be in her head, could it? These people, the team, they couldn't all be in her head, could they?
"I've told you before, and I'll tell you again - you're insane." That was when she struck his jaw.
"I believe you, I know she is dangerous, but maybe just for a minute?" The doctor said.
"No." Eli said firmly, "She's to stay in those straps until she is..." He trailed off.
"Is what? Sane?" He scoffed, with an underlying tone that said, 'that'll never happen.'
"Yes, that exactly." With that, both her father and doctor left the room.
When she heard the door click shut, she opened her eyes and sighed painfully, 'until she is sane!' she scoffed at he idea, 'I am sane, aren't I?" She asked herself. But if she was sane, why was she strapped to the bed in a mental institution?
A/N: Yes, I know it was short, next chapter will be longer & more informative!
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