A/N: Thought I'd post another chapter as an Easter present to you guys. Enjoy and have a great day!

A Dance With The Devil

Life has a funny way of kicking you when your down. First she lost the man who could've been her husband, she watched him disappear throughout the relationship throwing her excuse after excuse.

Now she had been kidnapped from her own home because she had trusted a stranger. To make matters worse she was bound in a trunk while the same man had big plans for her, and they were not going to be good.

She felt her heart jump into her throat as footsteps could be heard approaching the car. The trunk opened slowly, adding to Zivas growing anticipation to see Ray face to face and demand to know what was going on.

He was smiling when she saw him. A smile she had seen many times in the interrogation room, plastered on the face of a killer.

"Hello Ziva. It's Nice to see you again. I really did miss seeing your face." He cooed at her. She felt the bile rise in her throat and attempted to break free from her restraints, the rope cutting deeper into her skin.

"Come on Ziva you know there's no point in struggling." She stopped wriggling and looked up at him.

"What do you want Ray? We are through. You should have known I would find out what you did." She spat. The venom in her voice made him flinch, a look of disappointment settling on his face.

"Ziva wake up would you, I was hired to kill that's what I do!" He made it sound so simple. But at the same time it made her think. He was right, he was killer just like she used to be.

Immediately she became disgusted with herself, trying to sympathize with a killer. A psychopath who became so worked up in the case they took an innocent persons life. Without warning she felt herself being lifted into the air, agent Reynolds hands wrapped around her arm as her feet found the floor. A precaution, she mused. Even bound and wounded they were still afraid of her.

Ray walked over an inspected her wound, his hand touching the tender, broken skin. She hissed in pain and he instantly drew back.

"Don't worry doll, we'll get that fixed up real quick." His words were kind, but Ziva still didn't give in. In one quick move she launched herself backwards, her head clashing with agent Reynolds. He lost his grip on her arm and stumbled back cradling his bleeding nose. She turned on her heels and ran.

She had no idea where she was, nothing but a dirt road and some trees could be seen from where she was. Her arms were still bound, making balance a problem. She stumbled and her body came into contact with the cold hard concrete.

She scrambled in an attempt to get up but instead a forceful hand kept her pressed to the ground. Panting she fought to catch her breath, her chest growing tighter and tighter.

"Come on Zi why'd you have to do that?" Rays voice floated across the yard. She looked up and saw him striding towards her, disappointment showing in his brown eyes.

She was forcefully brought to her feet, allowing her to get a good look at her surroundings. They were in a wooded area, nothing but a cabin and Rays car occupying the vast open space.

Wrapping an arm around her waist he led her inside the house, the smell of stale beer and mold greeting them. He directed her to a wooden chair in the middle of what she assumed was the living room. He pushed her down and pulled out a knife.

Bracing herself for more pain she was surprised when the pressure on her wrists disappeared. She flexed them and saw they were raw and bleeding, looking up she she found herself alone.

Ray came back, a first aid kit in his hand. He reached for her tattered wrists and for some reason she let him. Gently he cleaned them before wrapping them with a thin white bandage before tending to the head wound. A gun tucked into Rays waist band caught her eye, discouraging thoughts of escaping again. Instead she just sat there and listened to him talk.

"You know Ziva, we could've had it all. We could be God knows where, relaxing on a beach, exploring a jungle. Just the two of us." He quipped. She looked up, feeling her cheeks burn red when she realized the idea sounded tempting.

"You know that was never a possibility. With our jobs I am not even sure a marriage would have been possible." She told him. He bowed his head and stood up, pulling a pair of metal handcuffs from his pocket.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this Ziva. But if taking you away so we can be together is what I have to do then so be it. You'll come around soon enough." With that he put the cuffs on her, stroking her cheek before turning out the light and leaving the room.

"Ray!" She heard herself scream. She didn't even know she was capable of that kind of power, but she didn't care right now, she wanted nothing to do with Ray or his fantasy world. All she wanted was to hear Tonys teasing and Gibbs complaining. She wanted to feel Abbys arms wrapped around her in one of those organ crushing hugs. She just wanted to go home.

"Ray you can't leave me here!" Her cries were met with silence and darkness. Hanging her head she prepared herself for a long night with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

The morning brought little comfort to Ziva as sunlight generously filled the small house. She raised her head and took a good look around. Her neck was stiff and her head was pounding. She moaned and attempted to rub her eyes, the clanking of the handcuffs reminding her that was impossible right now. She was somewhat relieved to hear footsteps walking down the hallway.

She was even more relieved to see Ray and not the man she had been referring to as agent Reynolds. She didn't trust him, he had a good 100 pounds on her and he was incredibly tall. She wasn't even sure how she had managed to escape him yesterday.

Ray smiled at her and smoothed her hair back, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. It wasn't fair, the effect he had on her. He could always make her smile, he knew exactly what she liked and disliked. He knew her strengths and weaknesses and unfortunately it gave him the upper hand in this game.

"You hungry?" He asked. He removed her handcuffs and led her into the small kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee and handing one to her. She took it and gulped it down, ignoring the protest of her scalding taste buds. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was, although she wasn't surprised in the least bit.

"Where is agent Reynolds?" She asked as he filled her cup with fresh coffee. He laughed at the name and motioned out the window to the porch.

"Jerry is outside keeping watch in case someone decides to get nosy." She saw the shot gun resting in Jerry's lap and realized he was her new guard. If she wanted to get out of here she would have to take him out first, if it was even possible.

"Here we go my dear." She turned around as Ray placed a plate of food on the table in front of her. Eggs and a couple slices of bacon along with a piece of toast. Deciding she would have to trust Ray if she wanted to stay alive she began scarfing down the meal, ignoring the amused look he gave her from his seat.

Finishing up she wiped her mouth with her napkin and drank her coffee. Ray took the empty plate and threw it in the sink and ran some water over it. Ziva leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. How long could he possibly keep her here? Sighing she opened one eye and looked at Ray who was staring out the window, obviously lost in thought.

"You know Zi, I always wanted a cabin in the woods. Somewhere I could go on the weekends and just relax, somewhere I could just be myself." The comment surprised her but couldn't keep her from rolling her eyes and laughing. He sounded ridiculous, living in a fantasy only he wanted.

"Well looks like you got your wish, although I do not see why you want something like this. It is a dump in here." She retorted. Standing up she walked around the small room a couple of times in an attempt to stretch her legs. She sighed and slumped back into her seat, she felt restless and bored.

"Do you think he misses you?" Ray asked her suddenly. She knit her eyebrows together in confusion. Who was he talking about? Her father? Gibbs? Tony? Her heart lurched when she thought about her partner. As much as he annoyed her she couldn't ignore the fact that he was, in a way, her best friend. She shook her head and pushed the thought aside, returning to the question Ray had left hanging in the air.

"Who are you talking about Ray?" Without a word he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a photograph. He slid it across to her and she picked it up, a gasp escaping her lips when she saw it.

It was the picture from her apartment, of her and Tony smiling and laughing. She shot him a threatening glare and stood up, her chair falling back with a thud.

"Where did you get this?" She hissed at him. She kept her distance, assuming he still had the weapon tucked into his pants. He stood up and raised his hands, using a soothing voice he had her sit in the chair again.

"Jerry brought it back with him yesterday. Thought it would be of interest to me, and I have to say it is. I had no idea you were that comfortable with Agent DiNozzo." His voice was calm but his mouth was twisted into a frown. A chill ran through her when she realized that not only was she in danger, but Tony was now a pawn in this horrible game. And she could do nothing to protect him.