Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of NCIS. Only the ones I made up.

Sorry it took so long to write it. I've been really busy the past few weeks and haven't had time to get on the computer that much to write it down.

Okay, so you've all been waiting to find out what happened to Ziva? Well, here she is.

As Ziva regained conciousness, pain came rushing back into her head. She didn't remember anything that had happened the past night.

She opened her eyes, expecting to see her bedroom, but instead found herself in a small square room. The room was made of gray colored stone that was very cool. There was barely enough room for her to stretch out fully. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, the metal very tight on her wrists. Making it impossible to get out of them, unlike with regular handcuffs. The chain between the cuffs was unusually long, though. The handcuffs were hooked to the wall by a think link chain.

There was a small window about seven feet from the floor, the window about twelve inches by twelve inches. It was too high for Ziva to reach, even when she was standing up. The room was taller than it was wider. It looked like a small back room in someone's basement.

There was a pillow on the floor where her head had been laying, it had a few drops of blood on it. But other than that, there was nothing else in the room. Starting to recover from her amnesia, she realized what happened. She was kidnapped in her own apartment during the night.

Remembering also about her forehead, she put her fingers to the gash but instead felt a bandage on it. Someone fixed up her head to stop the bleeding. Did that mean that she wasn't meant to be killed, yet?

She also noticed that she was still in her night clothes, which consisted of a red tank top and matching shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, but the Star of David necklace she usually wore wasn't there. Her weapons and cell phone were left in her apartment, so she had no way to escape or contact the outside world. What she had now was pretty useless.

She didn't even have a clue who would have kidnapped her or why they wanted to.

She took another look around the room, her eyes wandering to the door. It looked to be made of pure steel and at least two inches thick. It also had no handle or lock on this side of the door, but had chains going across it from side to side.

Thinking that maybe the chains would be easy to break, she started pulling at them, trying to break them from the wall. There were four thick chain links in total.

After ten minutes of prying at the chains, she gained nothing except for sore fingertips and broken fingernails.

She decided she wan't getting anywhere with it. Tired and in pain, she laid down on the floor, her head resting on the flat pillow. Ziva wanted to clear her head and relax. And maybe a solution would come to her, or at least an idea of what happened and who kidnapped her. She was thinking about her life, and who she could've ticked off recently.

Then she heard it. It sounded like footsteps trotting down stairs. Ziva picked her head off of the pillow and pressed her ear on the cold ground. She listened to them for a few seconds, they were coming closer.

The footsteps were soft and light, probably someone who didn't way much. The shoes sounded like sneakers did when they were first worn, a little squeak after each step.

Listening harder, she also determined that there was another pair of footsteps, these ones slower and heavier sounding.

Then she heard voices. Two faint voices that were speaking low. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could determine that there was a male voice and a female voice. They were getting closer. She got up and pressed the side of her face to the door to hear the voices better. She could only make out a little of what they were saying.

"What is this all about?" asked the male voice.

"None of your business, Wakes." said the female voice.

"You know that I can't keep her here long. The police will come searching and we'll be busted. You have to let her go or kill her. I can't get busted again or else I'll have to go to jail for awhile. And you still owe me my money." complained the male voice.

"Oh stop all your whining. She's going to hear us if you don't shut up!" ordered female voice, then said something indistinguishable.

Suddenly, the voices stopped. All was quiet, until the locks on the other side of the door started moving. Different keys were shoved in the keyhole, turning and twisting to find the right one. Finally, a lock clicked at the other end. The door opened a crack. A hand reached through and snapped the chains with clippers.

Ziva debated whether to grab the hand and twist it, taking the clippers and stabbing it with them as well. Decision made, she reached forward, pulled the metal clippers out of the hand, took the hand, and twisted it back. That caused a yelp from the hand's owner. Ziva held onto the hand and pulled the clippers high over her head.

She forced her hand with the clippers down into the hand she was holding. Blood trickled out, and a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Good, she thoguht. She raised the clippers again, ready to strike, but the hand disappeared. She slowly lower the clippers.

A voice then spoke to her. Well, more like yelled.

"You son of a bitch! I took good care of you and this is what I get? Nooo! You will get it! Later on! I promise!" the male voice screamed, then slammed the door shut in her face. She heard the lock click shut and sighed in exasperation. At least the chains were gone and she had the clippers now.

Ziva sat down on the floor and listened to them retreating. Their footsteps got softer and the excited whispers were no longer there. She was once again left in silence. Sometimes, she hated silence.

"Ouch! Damnit! Stop! That hurts!" he cried, squeezing the arm of the chair.

"Shhh Darren! Someone might hear you! And we don't want that. It's not a bad cut, so stop your crying already!"

"Well it hurts like hell! Would you like to feel the pain? And you never did tell me your name."

She rolled her eyes, "My name isn't inportant. Now if you let me fix it up, it won't hurt, as much. I hired you to kidnap her and make her life miserable, not to get yourself hurt. You said you've done this many times and have never been caught."

"Yes I have. Only, my victims, never made it out alive. Nor were they ever found." A devilish grin started to form on his face.

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