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The Marines, Tony, Ducky, and Gibbs were in a pursuit to find Ziva. In their minds they all had ideas of what had or has happened but none of them knew how bad it really was. It was a long, hot, and dusty ride to the outskirts of the town that Gibbs' Team would stay once they found Ziva but that was all they could go for, for they day. It was already sun down by the time they got some medical supplies stashed in their room that would most likely serve as a hospital room while Ziva recuperated but they still didn't even know if they would find her alive. They all willingly got to bed early for in eight hours they would be riding to the cell and hopefully come across Ziva… dead or alive.

Ziva's POV

They left Ziva hanging limply in the center of the room all night. The pain shot through her body leaving her nauseated, probably because they decided to put barbed wire to hold her wrists together instead of cloth. By the crack of dawn the whipping started again. One, two, three… on and on it went. Sweat was mixing in her already blistered back. She could smell the pungent aroma that quickly filled her nose and immediately knew to be the salty warm liquid of blood oozing, no gushing out of her back. When were the rescuers going to come get her. Never. She had already scratched that into her mind. No one probably even knows she was missing her dad probably doesn't even notice she's gone. A blow to her back brought her back to reality. With every blow to her back she could feel her eyes drooping closed and her breath came in ragged stabbing pains that pierced through her torso. From far off in the distance she heard cars. But she learned to ignore them because they were probably the next shift in guarding her with AK 47's. This time it was different. She saw a flash of panic in her torturers eyes as he looked to the door. Ziva wanted to smile but the muscles in her broken face prohibited from such use. She heard shouting from outside the door and the sound of bullets whizzing the air. The door creaked open and in one split of a second the man who had been torturing her for weeks now laid dead at her feet. She heard people scuttling in the room and could feel them creeping towards her. One man stepped out to her.

"Shh, Zivers it's alright I'm here."

And at those words she let her head droop over on Gibbs shoulder in exhaustion as he cut her down from the ties that enclosed her thin and gouged wrists.

She heard Gibbs ordering people around and felt two new pairs of hands on her that happened to be Tony's and Ducky's. As she felt the ground beneath her go, she soon fell asleep in the arms of her rescuers as she was led out of the desolated cell, leaving a trail of dead bodies in their wake.

So that was the end of this chapter! I have one more chapter left that will include her getting medical attention. Does anyone want me to do a spin off from this story like for instance: she comes back (some reference to episode 2 Reunion) and like she feels someone watching her? Please give me feedback on either subject!