Ziva David awoke to the loud crash an immediately understood that something was wrong. First of all her hands were shackled above her head, and she was about ninety eight percent sure she hadn't been like that last night. She was vertically strapped to a wall, and she was about seventy six percent sure she hadn't gone to sleep like that. And Anthony DiNozzo was stretched out in the same dilemma as she was directly next to her. She was about forty percent sure that was wrong as well.

Tony had not roused himself from his slumber yet and Ziva was forced to analyze the situation by herself. Solid stainless steel walls. Approximately fourteen meters square. One door on the far side of the room. Completely void of human life. She warily scanned the walls for a place that a camera might be hidden. She found none.

"Tony," She ventured a hiss and tried to stress her restraints enough to kick him.

"Murph…" Tony mutter slightly in his sleep and unconsciously shifted.

"Tony!"

"What?" He snapped awake and was visibly drawn aback at the predicament he found himself in.

"Nice of you to open your eyes." Ziva commented dryly.

"Where the hell are we?" His gaze scattered around the room with less than half the efficiency that Ziva's had.

"If I knew that I would have probably started off this conversation with something like 'Tony, I know where we are'. " Some of the panic he was feeling was starting to leak over to her and she used her fall back of sarcasm to cover it up. If he had not been here she would have been able to handle this calmly and efficiently, but whoever had done this had done their homework and knew that neither of them could function at a hundred and ten with the other there.

"You know what movie this reminds me of?" Tony smirked as he looked around again, this time more slowly.

"I do not care what movie this reminds you of! This is a serious situation and if you cannot handle it like an adult be quite and let me do the thinking." She muttered as she tested the strength of her restraints. "Now tell me, do you remember anything? Anything that may have happened before this?"

Tony looked stressed for thought for a moment but Ziva completely understood, she couldn't remember anything either. "No…" He sighed. "No, I don't remember anythi- Wait. I remember… I was with you… we were back at the office and … My tires were slashed… we were going home I think… you offered me a ride… and…" He looked off into the empty space in front of him.

"And?" Ziva prompted with urgency as the same loud crash that had woken her earlier made itself heard again.

"I think I offered to take you to dinner…" Tony smirked slightly. "Either that or you forced me to go with you. The last thing I remember was drinking something in a red glass…" He shook his head. "That's all I got."

"Fine. Good enough." The loud crashing sounds grew louder, and by logic's standpoint, closer. "Put on your face of brave, Tony." She warned.

"Brave face… It's brav- Never mind."

"You have time to be sarcastic? This is serious!" Ziva snarled.

"Wha- I have time to be sarcastic?" He looked affronted. "You are, like, the queen of sarcasm."

"Shutup!" She snapped as the door opened slightly.

"Goodness, you two should hear yourselves," A man let himself into the room and spoke in Italian. He was tall and muscular, his hair was thinning and the awkward way he pronounced the words lead Ziva to believe Italian was not his first language. "Bickering like an old married couple. Back in the day if I had woken up strapped to a wall with a coworker on the other side of me, I would have started to sing like canary." He smirked at Ziva, obviously aware that Tony had no idea what he was talking about.

"Who is that? What did he say?" Tony asked quickly, finally working up enough sense to be serious.

"He says you have the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen and he wishes to take you out to lunch sometime." Ziva said mostly as a barbed warning to Tony to shut up but also as a test, to see if the man understood English as well. 'Bickering like an old married couple' and 'sing like a canary' were both very English sayings. What would he stand to gain from excluding Tony from his words?

"Well, tell him I'm flattered, but really not looking to be in a relationship right now." Tony ignored her harshness and returned with that quick jibe.

The man gave Tony a surmising look and Ziva thought of something so blaringly simple she would have hit herself on the back of the head if she had had her hands. Obviously this man spoke English. He had understood that they had been bickering. Why hadn't she caught it when he had said it? The answer was simple. Tony. Distracting, distracting Tony.

"Do you speak any other languages?" She asked the man in Spanish. "My Italian is no good." She lied.

"Yes." He said in Spanish as well. "Many, but Italian is what I prefer, and since I know for fact," He slapped a folder with her picture on it down on the table in front of them. "that you speak it very well, we will continue in it, yes?"

"Yes." She nodded. What was going on here? Where did they get that file? This was all very confusing.

"Hey. I've got a plan," Tony said, yet again taking her mind off the task at hand. " Let's not talk to the creepy bald man and wait for Gibbs to discover that we're missing. Then we're as good as found."

"You do realize the 'creepy bald man' also speaks English." The creepy bald man said.