Sorry for the no update in months. I'm horrible. I had exams and a lot of work that I needed to hand up. This year is a busy one for me and may mean that school work may trump updating stories. It sucks. I know.

"Bastard. Absolutely two faced bastard. I can't believe he said those things to her." Tony said to himself in a quiet whisper so as to not wake anyone else up and more importantly to not wake Ziva up.

The hospital was quiet, yet it was bright. He couldn't understand how people slept here, it was noisy and bright and nurses came in to check IV lines every half an hour. Yet Ziva was fast asleep, her face cast in shadows. Today had been a rough day. Her father had come to talk to her, that didn't go well and these doctors kept asking how she sustained certain injuries though it was clear by their voices that they knew. Why did they have to ask her if they already knew?

Tony looked at his phone to see the time, 3:45am. He should at least try to get some sleep. Tony arched his back over the sharp bars of wood underneath the thin mattress that was his cot for as long as Ziva needed him here. His head softly hit the pillow and he tried to get some sleep. His head wouldn't let him though; it was too busy thinking about how the day played out and how they could have prevented Ziva's injury. It had been a long couple of days, or was it one day, whatever the amount of time, it was long. Tony yawned and tried to imagine a world where Ziva wasn't injured, where she was fine and simply joking around with him like she always did.

He knew Ziva would be alright again, she had survived worse, although no one really knew what she went through in Somalia. She never talked about it; it obviously pained her to talk about it. Tony yawned sleepily and rubbed him eyes that were stinging from having absolutely no sleep. Once he started imagining a Ziva that was healthy and happy, he fell asleep quickly.

In Tony's dream, someone was calling his name. Saying it louder and louder but he ignored it because Ziva had to be saved. He saw Gibbs calling his name, ordering him to come back. He turned behind him and saw Ziva. She was also screaming his name, pleading for him to come to her. Two men were dragging her away. He couldn't see them. Ziva was crying and screaming for him to come and help her. He couldn't move. He turned his head between an angry Gibbs and a scared Ziva. He chose Ziva but his legs wouldn't move. He tried and tried to make them move. Suddenly, one of the men pulled out a gun. He fired at Ziva, rapid shots. He couldn't tell how many shots were fired or how many hit Ziva. But, he knew that the way Ziva looked at him that something had hit her hard in the stomach. She lost her balance and toppled over the balcony into the icy river water below. Tony forced his legs to move, slowly, very slowly, he could move again. He forced himself to the water's edge and jumped in. He couldn't move again. He sank to the bottom, desperately fighting for oxygen. He knew Ziva was doing the same. He couldn't see her through the murky water and that's when he awoke panting.

"Geez Tony. It looks like you've seen a ghost." Ziva said to him. She was awake and smiling at him a bowl of some gooey liquid in a bowl in front of her. Apart from the fact that when she moved, she winced, you could hardly tell she was injured at all.

"Hey Zi. Just having a nightmare over here." He looked up and grinned at her. She looked happy enough. He knew that she would absolutely hate being at the hospital right now.

"What was it about?" Ziva asked Tony with curiosity.

"What was what about?"

"Your dream Tony."

"Oh right. Um. I can't really remember it to be honest. It's all just a blur. What's the time?"

"About 8:00am said the doctor that came in just before you awoke."

"Ok. Great, Gibbs will be here any minute then." Tony said taking his phone out and looking at the time.

"Any minute. Look with your eyes DiNozzo. I'm here now. Abby said that she would come later, she and Tim are doing some computer thing. How you doing Ziver?"

"Um. I'm good. It doesn't hurt now." Ziva said, although neither Gibbs nor Tony believed her mainly due to the fact that she kept wincing when she was breathing. Something that wasn't that hard to notice. Gibbs rolled his eyes at her, yet they had something in them, concern, love, worry. Gibbs cared about Ziva, there was no doubt about it. He considered her to be a daughter and she considered him to be a father.

"Stop lying Ziver. We can see you wincing. You want me to call the doctors and get you some more medication for that pain?"

"No. I am fine. It hurts a little but I do not need medication."

"Zi, you don't have to be a hero in front of us. If you're hurting, you need to tell us and we will do whatever we can to make you feel better. You have a few servants for some time until you're better." Tony told her. He knew that she did not like the medication but it needed to be done if she was in pain. She would never forgive him if he forcibly made the doctors give it to her. He decided to try and bait her to get her to admit that she needed pain relief. "You want to watch TV?"

"I don't know what's on!"

"The Olympics start today. Watch the Opening Ceremony. It'll make you feel better."

They turned on the TV and although the Olympics had not yet started there was a lot of information of what medals America could win and other competitors. It was quite interesting but all Ziva wanted to do was curl under her doona on her bed and read a good book. Although, she was exhausted from all the doctors coming and going last night to check on all the IV's coming from her feeding her vital nutrients, but not pain relief, she would not allow it.

Soon, Ziva was so exhausted that she just fell asleep. Her dreams took her back to Somalia.

Lying on the cold cement floor, she could feel blood on her stomach, yet she couldn't see anything. Her eyes were shut tight from all the abuse. She felt at her stomach and clutched it, hard. She never wanted to be caught alive, ever. If she was sent on a mission like this, she always had death in her heart. She had not meant to survive fighting her way to Saleem. It all seemed pointless now. A single tear slipped out of Ziva's eyes as she started to regret staying in Israel. She wanted Gibbs. He would never have sent her on this suicide mission and he wouldn't have left her in the dessert to rot. She thought of Tony and although she was still mad at him, she also missed him. She thought of all their fun times together and before Michael, she thought he could be the one. For the first time in her life of being an assassin, Ziva wished for death. She wished the torture to end so she could reunite with her mother and Tali and tell Ari that she is sorry. Ziva's father had sent her on a suicide mission that he knew was unlikely that she would return from it. She knew that they had a rough location of Saleem's camp but they wouldn't do a rescue mission. They would automatically assume that she was dead. And she wished she was. She heard the door open and she started to have a panic attack.

"Ziva! Ziva, wake up!" There was a concerned looking Gibbs and a scared looking Tony stretched over her bed. "You were screaming and crying!" Tony said, he looked like he hadn't ever seen Ziva like that, which he hadn't. It was a scary scene. Ziva was still panting, tears streaking down her face. She tried to compose herself by breathing and mentally telling herself that she was ok, that she was safe. She couldn't do it; she knew she was safe, that Saleem was dead and could no longer hurt her. She lost her calm and burst into tears. Gibbs and Tony didn't know what to do. Tony called for a doctor whilst Gibbs started hugging Ziva and whispering calming things into her ear. Although the crying initially got worse, over time Gibbs managed to calm her down enough so she could talk.

"Ziver. It's ok, you're safe with me and Tony. We're not going to hurt you. Can you tell me why you're so scared?"

"Bad dream. Back there." Ziva gulped out and Gibbs automatically responded. He hugged her tighter and started playing with strands of her hair to calm her down further. The doctors that Tony called saw that Gibbs had it under control. All of the doctors left, chattering and one person stayed behind.

"Hello. My name is Rose. Um, can I ask you what happened?"

"She just had a bad dream doc. She'll be fine now."

"I'm actually not a doctor. I'm going to be Ziva's radiographer and sonographer from now on."

"What happened to the other one?" Tony asked her with a concerned look.

"I asked for this job. I noticed that Ziva doesn't take well to men, well except you guys of course. I thought that we could help her along her road to recovery by understanding her wishes, even if she doesn't ask for them." Tony and Gibbs nodded. "Is it alright if I ask Ziva some questions?" Rose asked Tony and Gibbs and they in turn looked at Ziva, who simply nodded.

"Ok, Ziva. If any of these questions are too uncomfortable for you to answer, say so. I don't want to hurt you more. I'm simply trying to understand you so we can in turn make your road to recovery happy and easier. Is that ok with you?"

Ziva sat up and Gibbs stood back. "You want to ask me about my dream?" she asked the lady, she liked her but that could easily change.

"Yes and no. I minored in Psychology and I think I can help you. Is it ok if I ask you some of these questions, they may be uncomfortable? You don't have to answer the ones you don't want to."

"Ok." Ziva understood that this woman just wanted to help her.

"Have you been through a trauma that involved men?"

"Yes."

"Do you not trust men or are you scared of them?"

"Both."

"What about Tony and Gibbs. You seem comfortable with them." This was the first question that she needed an actual answer from, not a yes or a no.

"They are my family. I love them and I know that they will not hurt me."

She smiled, "Are you more comfortable around women?"

"They haven't hurt me, but I like people more that talk to me and try to understand me."

"I know this must be difficult for you. You seem like the kind of person that wouldn't talk about this. Am I right?" Ziva nodded. "Ok, can you tell me what happened when you were crying after your dream?"

"I was crying but I was breathing and telling myself that I was ok. It didn't work this time."

"This time? I'll have to talk with a psychologist about this but I think you have panic attacks. Have you been diagnosed with PTSD?"

"I had a mandatory psychological evaluation. I didn't talk about that though, I was never diagnosed."

"I think you do have PTSD and from what I'm hearing, I'm not surprised. I think you need to have what we call talk therapy. Do you have a close female friend that was there when you went through this?"

"Yes. Abby."

"Would she be able to handle some of the details of your trauma?"

Ziva looked from Tony to Gibbs, all three of them weren't sure.

"Ok, I can see you're not too sure. How about Abby and you talk and I'll be in the room to take over if she can't handle the details. This isn't talking about what happened, although you can talk about that, it's more about how you felt when this was going on."

"That sounds good. Can we do it today? She's coming in later." Rose was glad that Ziva wanted to start straight away.

"Sure. Ziva, I want to get to know you so you're less scared or awkward about talking in front of me. This will take time and if you want me to step out of the room this afternoon, just tell me so. I promise I will be my utmost best for you during your recovery. I am sorry about what happened to bring you here and the reason for your panic attacks."

"Thanks doc. You're one of the good ones." Gibbs said to Rose smiling and Ziva nodded.

"You're already a really nice person to me, I somehow feel safe around you."

"That's really good. Oh, Ziva, what country where you born in? You have a different accent."

"Israel."

"It's hard being home from your country, I'm recently finding out."

"Oh. You're not from America, you could have fooled me! Where are you from?" Gibbs asked with an actual interest.

"Australia. I'm working at Bethesda for a year to show that we need an equivalent in Australia."

"Good luck in the Olympics." Tony said grinning. Rose laughed.

"You too Italy and of course America." Just then Rose started beeping, she took a small device which was obviously her pager and looked at it. "I'm sorry guys, I have to go. There's an emergency. Page me when your friend comes in and we'll start this afternoon." Ziva looked at her with a worried look on her face. "You'll be absolutely fine. We'll take this slow." And with that she left the room with a smile on her face.

"The Henry's have been arrested."

"They got caught."

"They shot an agent; they left us this." The first man indicated a thick envelope. He opened it and poured its contents on the table. Inside was a note and lots of pictures.

"Finish her for us, continue our legacy." The second man read the not out aloud and the two men smiled at each other as they looked down at the bundle of pictures all focusing on one person with dark brown curls and darker eyes with a star of David around her neck; Ziva.