What silence can do?

Now before I start I need to thank Runfix for adding me to his/her author alert and the story to his/her story alert and favourite stories, as well as the review given – I am pleased that you like the idea of Gibbs and Ziva. A thank you to AthosionWarrior for reviewing – Glad you like it keep reviewing please. Thank you to Jessie1979 for adding this story to his/her story alert. A large thanks to Ditte3 for adding this story to his/her favourite story and story alert, as well as reviewing – I'm very happy to have another Zibbs fan and I'm glad someone else believes that Ziva could be thinking like that. Last but not least a thank you to Horsegrad13 for adding this to his/her story alert.

Also since I have some holiday coming up I will probably updating more but as I have at least 4 stories to up date I need to know which one to update first therefore: 1 to 3 reviews = 13 to 16 days till update, 4 to 7 = 1 week till update and 8 and over (if by a miracle :) ) = 2 to 4 days till update. This will be going on all my stories.

Now then on to better things, well not in Ziva's case.

Bold italic writing is Ziva's thoughts.

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Bright almost painful light flooded though the small gap between the flirty dirt covered floor and old knurled scratched door that locked Ziva in her prison, it shorn into her dark constricted pupils making her hiss in pain. She lay on that floor blood spattered around her as if mocking her for being weak like her father had done many a time. Ziva's prison was a damp, fowl smelling, dirt encrusted chamber with one small chained window that lay directly opposite the door at the top of wall. On the ledge beneath the window lay a small digital camera that recorded every second of what happened in this chamber.

The crushing of cigarette embers signalled the return of pain to Ziva, her body began to tense waiting for him, her hands shook and tears filled her eyes. She knows what comes next, pain, agonizing, nightmarish, bone crushing pain. The door slides open but she does not lift her head to see, steps come closer to her yet she still does not move. The footsteps move around her and drag a chair once again to the centre of the room without moving the man the footsteps belong to grips Ziva's ankle and pulls her towards him with an enough force to rip her knee out of it socket. Ziva bit her lip as not to scream however pain filled moans could be heard as pain stormed up and down her leg. Black dots appeared in front of her eyes but the man having predicted this yanked her head back by her hair and proceeded to pull her onto the chair.

Tears lashed down her face causing her left of her face sting wildly as the tears leaked onto the cuts and swellings on that side. "Tell me about NCIS" the man spoke in English rather than Arabic like the others who had been. NCIS, I'm the daughter of Mossad's director and they ask me about NCIS. Ha maybe even terrorists are aware my father does not care about me, nor really did he care about any of his children. This man clearing bored of waiting rips Ziva's head back as he circles around her. "What are you waiting for little Jew? Tell me about NCIS. Who is their liaison for the CIA, FBI, and National Guard?" Silence, silence, and do not answer, silence. "No answer well let me share some information with you and then I think you will share some with me. NCIS have a new liaison officer from Mossad a Mr Naftali Ashkenasi. It seems that you are easy to replace little Jew now why protect people who replace you within weeks of you leaving them? They have no loyalty to you so I think you should do as your papa says and tell us what you know, especially since it was a direct order"

Now if I live though this where will I go? I can not go back to Mossad after ignoring a direct order, Michael dying, my loyalty being in question. I clearly now have no place at NCIS... who I'm I kidding I had no place there after everything I have done protecting Michael, Not telling Gibbs that my father told me to kill Ari for I am sure that Vance has told Gibbs now. I will not be trusted there, perhaps it is better like that since I will surely die here and if they hate and distrust me they will not feel guilt or sadness.

Suddenly the chair Ziva sat on was pushed forward forcing Ziva on her hands and knees causing the throbbing in her knee to become a molten fire of pain flooding her body and senses. With her senses over welled by the pain Ziva did not notice the man reaching behind for the chair or him lifting the chair only to bring it down hard on her back. Ziva's body unable to handle such force buckled and fell to the floor mashing her face against the concrete. "I will see you in the morning little Jew maybe you will want to do as papa says after some thinking" The man leaves silently after kicking Ziva in her already broken ribs.

Ziva turned slowly onto her bruised back lying in a pool of her own blood. Her mind wondered to her fathers order.

Flashback

Ziva had been in her prison for three weeks they had broken most of her bones and she was only fed enough to stay alive but the captors were losing patience they contacted her father and set up a video meeting. When her father saw her his face became disappointed and statue like. He ignored her and spoke to the men around her "What do you want with my officer?" the leader from the men answered "we want information about NCIS but your officer does not seem to want to share even though she no longer works for them." Her father was angry beyond belief and yelled the only time he looked in Ziva's eyes "To prove that you are loyal to Mossad you will tell these men what you know and they have agreed to free you once you do since I will not be telling NCIS of there existence. If you do not then you are no longer an officer of Mossad." Without another word the link was cut and Ziva was left alone.

End of Flashback

That was two weeks ago she knew this because every or so the men say they enter her prison say nothing and drag a knife under the last rib and above her hip he currently had five lines. How much longer can I stay silent? No NCIS may not need me and is probably better off without me but I will stay silent for him, after everything he has done for me I can stay silent for that. And I stay silent no matter what Tony has done because he loves Tony ... much more than me so I suppose it is better I am here not Tony yes?