You really think I would leave you with Ziva in a mental house? Mwahaha. Here is the last fic of the False Accusations trilogy. This one will probably be shorter than the others, but it will still make a story.

Title: False accusations: Asylum

Summary: She didn't belong here, she was sick of those monsters taunting her and when she saw her chance for escape, she took it.

Rating: T

Warnings: drugs, violence, bad words

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Darkness, it was all around her, oozing into corners, crawling up the walls, slithering along the floors and bathing her body in a dark shadow. Time passed more slowly here, days still ran into nights, nights into mornings, but it seemed like forever when the sun went down and left her room shrouded in darkness.

When the sun came up, her days were spent either restrained to her bed or being poked and prodded with various implements her arm was bruised from needles and her wrists were rubbed raw from battling against the restraints.

She stared vacantly at the ceiling and listened to the distant voices in the hall, the soft footsteps that went past her door and the sound of her own breathing. She watched as the soft sunlight gradually lit her room, the crisp white of the walls seeming to blind her as it got brighter.

"Time to get up, rise and shine."

A nurse with red hair entered her room, her short curls bouncing as she wheeled a tray in front of her.
Ziva turned her head towards the woman as she undid the restraints and then stared at the white plastic cup in the nurse's hand.

Ziva looked down blankly at the brightly coloured pills that sat in the bottom of the plastic cup and slowly took them from the nurse tipping her head back to swallow the pills, grimacing as the aftertaste hit her.

She was led down a narrow hallway, the ugly black grating that covered the window cutting her off from the outside world. The halls were just as you would see in the movies; stark white with no more colour then the room she slept in.

The nurse was taking her to a well know room, a room where she would talk to the man that was her physiatrist, as he called himself. She just thought of him as the bastard that caused her to be poked and prodded by more needles than a ball of knitting yarn.

As she entered the room she was greeted by the sight of a table and two chairs. A small barred window was located high on the end wall. The nurse gently grabbed her elbow to push her down into one of the chairs and then she left, leaving a tall security guard at the door.

It wasn't long until her doctor walked through the door, carrying in his hand a briefcase and some files. Shutting the door and smiling his cheesy smile, Dr Jefferson took the seat opposite, placing his briefcase by his feet and the files on the table in front of him.

"Good morning, Ziva, and how are you today?" he asked, Ziva sighed and glanced round the room.

"I heard about that little episode that had you in restraints last night. Do you want to talk about what happened?" the doctor tried again, and again the Israeli ignored him.
The doctor sighed.

"Ziva, if you don't talk to me. I can't help you…" The doctor was pleased to get a reaction from his patient , even if it was a violent one.

"What makes you think I need your help?" Ziva slammed her fists down onto the table. "All you do is drug me and restrain me. That's not helping me!"

"We're trying to find out what's wrong with you, Ziva," the doctor said all too calmly.

"There is nothing wrong with me, I am not crazy!" Ziva's head fell into her clasped hands, her breathing was erratic from anger, and her body was shaking from muffled sobs. When she looked up, her vision was blurred.

The doctor's face was now nothing but a pale featureless mask, gaping holes taking place of the eyes, nose and mouth. Ziva shot up from her seat, the chair falling to the floor with a loud metallic clang.

The doctor watched with fear and fascination as his patient backed herself into the corner, her eyes staring at him fearfully.

"Ziva?" he called softly to her, rising from his own seat.

"Stay away from me!" She screamed and then started for the door. Before her hand reached the door handle, the security guard tackled her to the floor, struggling against her as he tried to hold her down.

"Get off of me!" She screamed. "Get off,. leave me alone!"

The door burst open and the young red headed nurse rushed in, carrying with her a syringe.

"Hold her down." The doctor ordered the security guard, even as the nurse grabbed Ziva's arm gently but firmly. She placed the needle in the crook of Ziva's arm and pressed down on the plunger.

Ziva stopped struggling almost immediately and her eyes, slowly closed.

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So what do you guys think, I have already written the second chapter and have a nice idea of how this fic is going to play out, hope you enjoyed it. Please review