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Tony didn't say a word on the long plane ride to where ever the destination was. He sat there in silence as Ducky and Gibbs muttered a few words back and forth but Tony didn't hear nor care for what they were saying, all he could think about was Ziva and going back home. Finally the plane started to descend. They all stepped out into the bright sunlight blinking and looking around at the deserty place that surrounded them as far as their eyes could see. They grabbed their gear and headed to a group of men who looked like American Marines. One stepped out, Tony realized that it must have been the sergeant. He and Gibbs shook hands as they introduced themselves in an orderly fashion and Gibbs gave them a nod of recognization. Once they all started to head to the cars Tony turned to Gibbs and asked him the question that he had been savoring the whole time while on the plane ride.
"Boss, what are we really doing here?"
"Ziva has been captured and his being held prisoner in the cell that she was trying to take down."
Tony stared at him in disbelief, "And you didn't tell any of us because�"
"Because I still needed clearance from the Director, anyways this mission might just be for vengeance."
They came to a halt outside of the gates of the American Base Camp. A man walked up to their window.
"Agent Gibbs you will be staying here for tonight and fed, by tomorrow your mission will be put in order and once you've found your agent, a room awaits you on the outskirts of the town from here. We can't have you come back because of security reasons." He ended and just as Gibbs nodded he turned on his heals and walked off.
Morning came fast, almost too fast when Gibbs woke Ducky and Tony up to start heading out with the same group of men they met when they first landed.
Ziva's POV
Ziva was curled up and alone in a corner of her cell. Her muscles protested with every movement she tried to make. Her throat was as dry as the Sahara Desert and her stomach ached with hunger. Her clothes that once fitted her were now baggy from the lack of nourishing food. She felt this was going to be the day she died. She didn't care now, she had lost all hope already, and now she silently begged for death though she wouldn't let anybody hear. Suddenly, as if they were called upon by her mind, a group of darkly skinned men came in. A few had pieces of cloths while Saleem had a leather whip and was swinging it lazily by his side. They dragged her over to the middle of the room without Ziva fighting, making it easier on them. Roughly, they tied her with her hands pulled over her head in a slow painful way to her arms would reach the bars that were displayed across the ceiling.
Ok I know it has been a while since my last update, I just haven't gotten to it. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you find any mistakes please tell me, even though I probably won't change them. But it's always good to learn, right? Please Review!
