Chapter 8

Tony had been laying thinking about Ziva, going over and over the same
questions he had been asking himself for the past 8 and a half months.

Was she alive?

Why had she not replied to any of his letters?

Did she even get them?

Was she regretting the night they spent together?

Did she blame him for the death of her best friend?

Tony knew he would never get an answer to them, but it did not stop him from
asking them every night as he lay awake unable to sleep, thinking about Ziva.

Just then Tony heard a large bang coming from just outside his door. He
jumped out of bed and grabbed his gun. But before he could actually open the
door to see what was going on, he heard another load bang that this time
sounded like a gunshot and then shouting in a language he did not understand.
Upon hearing this, he changed his actions and instead of opening the door, he
started looking for a place where he could hide until he had time to assess
the situation.

Luckily for Tony it only took him a matter of seconds to remember that there
was an air vent that could be accessed from his 'room'. So when the door
was thrown open by the 'Bad guys' moments later, they only found an empty
room, granted a little messy, but no occupants.

10 minutes later, he had managed to drag himself along the vent and saw the
last of his shipmates being frog-marched into a room and forced to kneel with
their hands behind their heads.

"Who we are or why we are doing this is none of your concern. All you need
to know is that if any of you try to overpower any of us in any way or try to
leave this room the bombs we have surrounded this ship with will detonate."
One of the men stated. Tony decided he was the leader.

While Tony was trying to remember why their accents sounded so familiar, one
of the others came up to the leader and urgently whispered into his ear.
Before Tony could so much as move a finger, the 'Bad guys' all started to
aim their guns towards the air vents. They had somehow realised where Tony was
hiding and took aim without as much as a word passing their lips.