Why.
She's running faster than ever before, running from an invisible nevertheless fierce force that seized her legs, face and arms leaving cavernous bloody scratches. Then she was falling almost flying toward the ground, Ziva waited for the pain except it never came. She looked up and was no longer surrounded by think, dense, dark forest but a familiar room and people she considered family. Tony sat opposite her in the integration room "you weren't there." Abby stood to the left of Tony "You left us we mean nothing to you." Ziva tried to reply but their throat closed up silencing her attempts to talk. Director David stood at the back of the room leaning against the wall "I no longer know where your loyalties lie, myself or NCIS." Tears trekked down her face, Ducky was perched on the metal table to the right of Tony "Once trust is lost it is nearly impossible to be gained again." The chair she sat on spun round, Gibbs was now in front of her, his hair a mess, dark circles beneath his eyes where were full of betrayal and hurt, "Why?" Ziva tried to talk and move but all she could do was gasp for breath. Suddenly the people and room started moving away leaving her.
Ziva sat up, causing her body to complain and half scream in agony. She glanced around the chamber soon understanding that it was just a nightmare not that real life was much better. The door slammed open surprising Ziva who had not heard the man walking nearer, "Hello little Jew, feeling more talk full today?" He gave a sinister, sickening smirk. "No don't feel like talking well that's fine I'm in a good mood today it's Sunday and you know what that means" He towered over Ziva pulling out a long sharp rusty knife that he slowly dragged across her stomach making six deep lines showing that she had been here for six weeks. As the sharp pain in her stomach dulled down Ziva sighed. How much longer can I stay silent? Six weeks, everything hurts. NCIS clearly don't want or need me judging by how quickly they replaced me...No I can't think like that he id there and he is worth the pain it is the lest I can do after everything with Michael and Tony.
A foot connected with Ziva's shoulder adding to the bruises covering her upper body, "Now my little Jew pay attention I was telling you what you get to eat to day, some stale water and some of a couple of days old stew. Sound appetizing doesn't it?" Ziva was pushed into a sitting position where the food was shoved in her hand. She gulped down the water trying to sooth the aching, ignoring the malicious laugh when she almost choked. The food she was given disappeared as if not faster than the water since she had not been given food in several days.
Ziva skimmed the plates near the man who bent took them away and slamming the door but not locking it. After what seemed like hours and the man had still not returned Ziva forced herself up, biting lip hard enough to make it bleed so she did not cry out. Hobbling to the door she slid it open wincing when the door creaked she entered the dark corridor when she started hearing voices Arabic voices, "She will not talk we should just go to America and get the information ourselves." As she edged closer the voices became clearer and the words unsettled her stomach. "We should get the information from Agent Gibbs team." No they can't do that everything will be worth nothing, why even do this? Why his team? "Why brother it would be easier to get lower teams." Bang a fist hit the table "That bitch has made a mockery of us, we strong men haven't been able to break her, a female Jew! She protects them so to punish her we will make her sacrifice useless plus lower teams will not have the information we need to attack their navy" Ziva gasped that's what they want to attack America's navy I can't let them do this it will stop our countries working together for years or even cause war the Americans are not very rational they are emotive people. "What was that noise? Who's there?" Damn wha-calm calm move slowly and quietly back to that room. Ziva walked back to the chamber her hands fisted so tightly that they bleed the Arabs that had been talking entered the corridor seconds after Ziva left it. However one man was not fooled he knew Ziva had been there.
Ziva closed the door behind herself but it slammed back at her knocking her off her feet and her head bounded of the wall blood splattered everywhere her nose was defiantly broken. A hand grabbed her pulling her into the middle of the chamber "I was enjoying my day till you started listening at doors. Now you know what we will do if you don't tell us are you going to start talking?" A kick to her knee followed by pain shooting up and down her leg. Silence say nothing but if I don't they will hurt them, him, no I can't tell him and I won't let him hurt them. Blinding pain three fingers broken one by one "No you don't want to talk well we see what you say after this." He bend down nearer Ziva and showed her a lighter, click flam, click no flame, click flame he grabbed her wrist forcing into the air and brought the lighter to her skin watching as the skin bubbled and burned while he pressed down on her shattered knee, Ziva unable to stifle the screams throe her head back a released a blood curdling scream.
"Little Jew still nothing to say are well I'll just keep doing this" He moved the lighter further up her arm and pressed harder on her knee. Black spots flickered in front of her eyes as tears leaked out running down her face, the black over whelmed Ziva and she sank into the black. Ziva woke up hours later the sun had settled her blood once again cover the floor but she was stronger than before. I will not let these Arabs hurt them not him I will stop them even if it kills me not that I have much longer anyway.
