The idea of why Ziva is here I did not create myself. Broadway007, I have her permission to use it. Check her out BTW really good writer.

CHAPTER 7 - What trust can tell

There were four people left. When the last sound of Evanee had died away they moved, the door was open and they came in a dark space. Slowly they walked, something on the floor made Ziva slip and her arm came against something and she made a sound of pain. Fast Amanda found her and got her up. They heard Devonn and the guy walk through. But had no clue where they were. Amanda called

" Devonn" but there was no sound that gave and answer. "it are not the rules" she said not aware of Ziva.

"What rules. Do you know more then that I do" in the dark Ziva found the eyes of Amanda.

'there are rules that need to be followed or we will not survive this'

"you do know more. Tell. Me"

"we are here because he thinks we need to learn something. What we need to learn depends on why we are here." She spoke.

"wait who is He. Why do you know this and why are you here"

Amanda decided that it was no use to lie to Ziva something about her made her speak. "His name is John, though you might better know him as Jigsaw" she knew that name why hadn"t she realized it before. That guy played "Games" with people, but almost no one had survived. "I know this because I have been here before"

"Did it work" Ziva asked not thinking of her other questions, she wanted to know if it had helped Amanda

"Yes, for a while but" she swallowed "the first time I was on drugs, after John took me I was clean. But something went wrong and I wasn't really good to myself. That is why I'm here why you"

Ziva thought can I trust this woman but didn't had a reason not to. They were stuck here together. "a while ago I was captured in Somalia, by a terrorist group" her mind was full with pictures of Saleem but she continueted.

Where Tony may be.

He walked through the house, still seeing the face of Jeanne. Thinking of Ziva. He had to be fast two hours had past already and he was still stuck in that damn house. He was no upstairs. How could he possible found Ziva if he didn't knew where to start.

He looked at his arm it was still bleeding. He took out his blouse, only a white t-shirt on. Carfully he bound it around his arm.

There were photo's hanging on the wall, of pretty fields of flowers, a tree in sunlight why was this crap here and why had they all and X shaped crack in the frames and glass. Wait he remembered something he had heard on one of the tapes. "And remember X marks the spot" he took every photo of the wall and turned it around. There were text written on them. "Live or die" "your fault" in the last one there was another photo, of a factory. The factory in Mayflied. He rushed to his car got in and raced to the factory. He was going to found her, going to save her.

"my team saved me"

"what team" Amanda asked.

"I work at NCIS. But they saved me after I had come back I felt not my self. Those months I was there I couldn't control anything. Not when I slept or howmuch. When I eat drank. The only thing I could control was the pain. So at first I started to slam against the walls and bite my lip. When I came back I couldn't they would see. So I started to cut. I could do it when I wanted. How often I wanted. How bad I wanted. My partner Tony he tried to help me stop. Every way he could" she remembered how he would grab her if she wanted to cut. "but I kept doing it. That is the only way I can think of why I am here."

Neither of the girls spoke after that, "we better be going" Amanda spoke pointing at the only source of light, the digital clock. They walk in darkness until they bumped into something, and the something made a noise it was Devonn.

"we found a door" they both pushed it open, it was a room that smelled as filthy as the first on, the lights went on and they were shocked at what they saw.