Hey guys, sorry if there are a few mistakes and that in here, but my beta is busy for a while. hope you enjoy it though. (Warning for violant scene)

Chapter 8

When Ziva fell asleep, she could have sworn she had that feeling that she was being watched. The feeling that causes the tiny little hairs on the back of you neck to stand on end.

A sensation of dread washed over her as the feeling grew, causing shivering tingles to run down her spine. But; she had stupidly closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless slumber.

It wasn't until a few moments later that she felt a large hand on her thigh, slowly trailing up her pant leg and resting on her hip. Startled, she opened her eyes, seeing the guard from her arrival lurking over her.

Ziva opened her mouth, but a calloused hand muffled her scream and pushed her further to the floor.

"Shut it!" he whispered harshly, his face so close to hers their nose's brushed. Ziva looked fearfully up at him, struggling with fruitless effort to get free from her restraints. For the fist time in many years, Ziva David was scared.

"I said shut up!" the man yelled as she continued to scream, backhanding her. Her head lolled to the side for mere seconds, but it was enough time from the man to place a dirty rag in Ziva's mouth, silencing her protests'.

Pulling a knife from his waist he put it to Ziva's neck, pushing the blade into the silk of her skin. He smirked, as she closed her eyes in fear, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

His free hand grabbed a fistful of her shirt, tearing it slightly at the neckline, as the man leaned down to plant a sloppy kiss on Ziva's lips, she knew what he was going to do to her.

The more she struggled the more violent he became, a crazed sort of manic look in his eye.

Suddenly he stopped, his hand stopping short of tearing down her trousseaus, then fell forward, the whole of his body weight crushing Ziva beneath him. Eyes staring out at her through a lifeless corpse.

Through the grating above her, she could see Jenny's smiling face, gun in hand. The warden was beside her..

The grating opened and Ziva cowered away from the harsh light of the torches the guards carried.

"Get him out of there!" yelled the warden, as Ziva pushed the man off her with a muffled grunt. She looked up just in time to see Jenny descending the ladder, her heels clicking against the rusted metal. Knelling down she smiled reassuringly, gently removing the cloth from her Israeli friends mouth.

"Jenny?" Ziva croaked confused. The Red haired woman put a finger to her own lips.

"Shh, no time to ask questions, Gibbs is waiting for you."

xxx

Abby grunted with effort as she yet again lifted a heap of coal from the ground, throwing the black rocks into the back of a truck and digging the spade in once again.

Blowing the hair from her face, she wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing fearfully at her surroundings.

The mines were dark and filthily and basically just a hole in the ground, filled with people covered from head to toe in a powdery black coating. More then a few solders patrolled the grounds, armed with guns and knifes. Hot lights lit the grounds from above them.

Dropping her spade on a pile Abby made her way over to the shelter, picking up a small rusty cup, putting it to her lips and greedily drinking its contents.

A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump and turn, coming face to face with a large fat woman. She swallowed hard.

"What do you want?" she asked, deepening her voice in an attempt to sound tough. The woman grinned, stepping closer.

"I don't like you..." she said, Abby was taken back.

"You hardly know me. I mean maybe if we get to know each other better you will start to like me" she said, forcing a smile. The woman growled, his expression contorted in to something that looked like a snarl. Abby's smile disappeared slowly as she took a step back.

"You think your funny!" she shouted, causing heads to turn their way. The woman grabbed a fistful of Abby's filthy shirt, pulling her tiny frame towards her larger one.

"I would not do that if I were you, Kortan." came a soft accented voice from beside them, they turned their heads, glancing at a tall well build man. "Unless you want her Israeli friend to put you into the ground" he rose his eyebrow, daring the woman to make another move. She didn't.

Grumbling, the woman pushed Abby to the floor, turning on her heel and walked angrily away, Abby smiled uncertainly at the man as he helped her from the floor.

"Thank you." she said.

"Your welcome, it does get a bit crazy here, especially if you are a new comer. My name is Arkas." he reached out a hand. Abby shook it, giving him her own name.

"Why did you save me?" she asked, Arkas shrugged.

"Everyone deserves a break, and beside. Not everyone in here is a killer or a criminal I can tell that you are neither. Your face still hold the innocence everyone has when they are young" Abby blushed, hiding an embarrassed smile behind a curtain of hair.

"Well what are you here for?" Abby asked, Arkas's face darkened.

"I am here because the justice system in Palestine is…as you Americans say…crap. My wife was dying, she had cancer… she was in so much pain and we had no money for medical care. So I killed her…" Abby hadn't said a word as he continued with his story, his eyes would soften at the mention of wife, then harden again when he talked about being sentenced for murder.

The shriek of a whistle disturbed the two inmates from their conversation, automatically making Abby jump. Arkas laughed slightly, slowly getting to his feet and walking towards the rope ladders that led to the surface.

"If I were you I would hurry along, wouldn't want to be stuck down here at night." he called over his shoulder. Abby smiled as he started to climb then ascended to the surface herself.

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When Ziva had entered the interrogation room with Jenny, it was only now that the team noticed what kind of condition she was in.

Pale and thin, she entered through the door with a slight limp, squinting against the dim sunlight that shrouded the room with a warm glow. Although she smiled when she saw her team, or smiled as much as the large gash on her cheek and split lip would allow her.

"What are you doing here?" were the first words to come out of her mouth, Gibbs turned to her concerned.

"We are here to get Abby and you out of here." he said, offering her a seat. She slowly sat on the chair, holding her side as she did.

"Have you talked to Abby yet?" she asked, Tony answered first.
"We talked to her earlier. After that little fight in the courtyard"

"You saw that?"

"Yup, beat those guys up pretty bad" Tony laughed. Ziva sighed. Then looked at Gibbs.

"When are we getting out of here Gibbs." the Mossad officer chocked out, Leroy frowned. She sounded desperate.

"Seriously Gibbs, you have to find out soon. Cause…well…. An Israeli in a Palestinian prison…isn't exactly what I call a holiday." Ziva sniffed her voice shaking uncharacteristically, her hand rubbed her bruised face. "Oh and Abby said something about…getting a tan…"

Gibbs smiled at her confusion.

Suddenly a bell rang loudly, causing McGee and Tony to jump. Ziva looked up and sighed, forcing a smile.

"Dinner time" she said, rising as two guards entered the room. Stopping short of going through the door, Ziva turned, staring Gibbs in the eye.

"I know you will get us out of here We believe in you."

And with that, she left, leaving the team and Jenny, to ponder her words. There was an uncomfortable silence, accompanied by only the sounds of outside. Tony decided to break the silence.

"I think I've seen this movie before."