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Chapter 7

Abby was marched along a long corridor, the sun hitting her pale face as she passed each window. The walls around her were bare; crumbling and dull even against the bright light of the sun.

The putrid stench that seemed to cling to the men that had dragged her from the prison yard made Abby cringe, fighting with feeble attempts to get away. She had no idea where they were taking her, or what they were going to do to her.

Finally they came to a sudden halt, stopping in front of a rusted metal door that screeched as it was opened. She half expected someone to be waiting on the other side, what she didn't expect was that someone to be Gibbs.

"Gibbs!" she screeched, jumping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, as much as her handcuffed wrists would let her.

"Hey Abs" he greeted with a smile, hugging her back tightly.

A metal table was positioned in the middle of the room, with small metal stools either side, both stained and rusted. The room was no larger then her own cell, the windows barred and glass cracked.

The interrogation room walls were also crumbling, marks and stains of all sorts blemishing the stone coloured walls.

Jenny already sat in one seat, shifting uncomfortably every now and then. Abby sat opposite her, biting down on her bottom lip.

It was silent for a movement, until Abby heard the door scream shut behind her.

"Oh God, Gibbs, its horrible here. You gotta get Ziva and me out! " she whispered. Gibbs nodded.

"We are trying Abby" Jenny said, putting a comforting hand on top of the goths, Abby smiled slightly.

"Have they hurt you in anyway Abs?" Gibbs asked frantically.

Abby shook jer head.

"No, Ziva's been keeping them kind of busy, she's been looking out for me Gibbs." the goth explained as Jenny smiled. "You have to get us out of here Gibbs, its scary and dirty, I miss my Caf Pow's and….and… I'm getting a tan!" Gibbs chuckled slightly, looking down at Abby's upturned wrists, spotting the slightly golden tinge in her skin.

"I think you would look pretty good with a tan, Abs." Tony said with a flirtatious smile, the forensic scientist glared at him, causing him to unconsciously step back.

"You have my word, Abby, that I will get you and Ziva out of here, no mater what!"

Abby smiled up at Gibbs, wanting so much to wrap her arms around him and never let go. She looked at each of her friends, her smile growing. It wouldn't be long till she was hugging Bert again and slurping down one the many Caf-Pows of the day. Ziva would be back to kicking butt again, without having to worry about being thrown roughly into a dark hole in the ground.

She was distracted from her thoughts, however, when the door behind her burst open and suddenly she felt herself being hoisted from her chair.

"Where are you taking her!" Gibbs shouted

"To the mines, she needs to start work!"

"We haven't finished talking yet!" Gibbs shouted, stepping forward. Jenny rose from her chair, putting her hand on his chest.

Abby glanced fearfully over her shoulder, giving the them what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

Gibbs could only watch as she was dragged away.

Xxx

Ziva had always hated small, dark spaces, ever since she was a little girl. She hated the fact that she couldn't see everything, that something always seemed to be lurkning in the shadows.

It had been hours since she had woken up, once again finding herself laying in the dark confinements of isolation.

Dark stone walls clothed with moss, grime and who knows what else were the only things able to greet her; the hard ground making her whole body ache.

With the heat of the day and the burning sun blemishing her skin, causing angry red mark to appear on her arm. She had shaken the dizziness from her head and had attempted to rise, only to find she was stuck in the awkward position they left her in.

That was hours ago and it was dark now, the dim light of the moon illuminating the grating above her, but not quite reaching the bottom of her cell. She sighed, hearing footsteps in the courtyard above her.

Ziva strained to hear the voices above her, her neck screaming in protest every time she moved it. It was dark and she could hear the sound of water dripping somewhere to her left. Her hands were tied tightly with plastic tethers and her bare feet were shackled to the floor. She had not eaten for days, and even though she had been given a drink it was deliberately placed where she couldn't reach it. By day, the hot sun beat down through tiny gaps in the grate above, burning her exposed skin.

She wasn't getting out of this alone, that was for sure, and she could only hope that Abby was getting treated better than she was: she had promised Gibbs she would take care of the goth scientist, and she was not one to break her promises.

Ziva tugged at her restraints one more time before drifting off into a troubled sleep, not even aware of the guard that watched her with a lustful look in his eye.

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