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"Are you married?"

Gibbs cringed inwardly. "No."

Daegan must have noticed the delay in answering. "Have you been married?"

"Yes"

Daegan smiled. "What happened?"

"Divorced."

Daegan held the knife up. Ziva's blood dripped off the end of it, making little red pools on the floor. Tony suppressed a groan and sat back in his chair, looking at Ziva, who had a determined look on her face. She had been cut many more times and blood seemed to be everywhere. Tony wondered how she was still conscious. The pain must have been unbearable, but she was losing blood so quickly, she would have to go unconscious sooner or later.

"Lover boy." Daegan yelled at Tony.

"What?"

"Your turn."

Tony sighed. "Yes?"

Daegan grinned. "Do you have feelings for the bitch?"

Tony looked at Ziva. All her body language was telling him to say no. "No."

Daegan laughed and began running the knife down Ziva's thigh. "Really?"

Tony couldn't stand to see Ziva hurt anymore. "Actually, yes, I do."

Ziva sighed. That was the worst thing Tony could have done. Now they had his weakness. Ziva tried to move, but the pain was too much, so she sat still and stared straight ahead. Daegan came into her line of vision.

"You're boring to play with." He frowned, "anyone else would be screaming by now."

Ziva managed a grin. "I'm not just anyone."

"Who were you trained by?" he held the knife to her throat threateningly.

"NCIS." She said immediately.

"Liar." He dug the knife into her throat, "tell me."

"I told you. I was trained by NCIS." Ziva had no intentions of telling the men she was Mossad.

Daegan suddenly yelled. "I'm sick of you." He slapped Ziva across the face roughly and she fell to the floor.

"Ziva!" Tony yelled.

Daegan whirled around to look at Ziva on the floor. "Ziva? That is a Hebrew name. You're not…"

Tony cursed his stupidity.

"…Israeli Mossad."

Ziva looked up and despite immense pain, managed to stand. There was no point denying it now. "Yes," she spat. She swore she saw a flicker of fear in Daegan's eyes, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.

"Well, isn't that interesting," he smiled and slapped her across the face again. She grabbed the desk next to her for support. Daegan noticed this and slapped her again, harder this time. She fell to the floor and Tony rushed to her side, despite Scarface's attempts to stop him.

"Ziva. Are you okay?" he said worriedly.

"I am fine Tony." She said, irritated. She was angry with herself for being so weak. She tried to get up, but Tony held her down.

"You should stay sitting. You've lost a lot of blood."

"Tony, let go of me. I am fine."

Tony didn't want to fight with her so he tried to help her stand.

"Tony. I am not an invalid. I can stand up by myself." She muttered.

Tony sighed and stepped back. Ziva stood up, ignoring the pain in her body.

Daegan was sick of this. "You're going to die now."

Ziva looked him square in the eyes. "At least I will die with dignity."

Daegan laughed and pulled the knife back.

A/N: Ha ha. Evil. Evil. Evil. I love cliffhangers. Please review.