Just as the elevator doors were shutting Tony zipped in-between them, grinning at Gibbs, meet only with a cold stare. He glanced and noted that he hadn't seen Ziva standing on her own yet, even now she was leaning against the elevator wall, a look of exhaustion on her face. Everything seemed awkward, the little smiles she made when she said she was fine, forced. He saw how slowly she walked to the car, obviously in pain, he quietly asked if she should go to the hospital, Gibbs just replied, "Tomorrow."

Once they got to Gibb's home he laid out a makeshift bed on the couch, threw a blanket at Tony and nodded towards a sofa nearby. He went upstairs briefly and came back with a large tee shirt and some shorts, he handed them to Ziva.

"The shower's second door to the left, do you want me to make you anything to eat or drink, a sandwich?"

Ziva shook her head, "I'm fine," She stated quietly and shuffled down the hall.

He turned to Tony, "You take first watch, leave the lamp over there on the whole night, when she has a nightmare, wake her, but hold her hands gently. Also the top she has will show some wounds. Do. Not. Stare," He ordered, walking off to his own room, "Wake me at midnight," He called over his shoulder.

Tony set himself up a small bed on the sofa, and turned to see Gibb's movie collection. He wasn't impressed and ended up putting on Thoroughbreds Don't Cry. Over an hour later Ziva appeared; hair wet, skin pink from being washed harshly, her dirty clothes in her left hand. She moved over towards the couch, grateful for the rug to cover her scars, scabs and sores.

"What day is it?" She asked softly.

"Uh Friday why?"

Ziva's face hinted a small smile, "It's kinda like our movie nights then."

Tony paused, "One moment," He got up and went into the kitchen, a few minutes later he came back with a large bowl of popcorn, "Now it's like our movie nights." He set the bowl down between them, dragging his chair against the couch, taking a big mouthful of popcorn. Ziva's skinny hands grabbed a few pieces, placing them slowly in her mouth.

"What movie's this?"

"1930's classic, Thoroughbreds Don't Cry with Mickey Rooney," He gushed out, clearly overjoyed to have another movie night with Ziva. Soon she had dozed off and Tony had finished the popcorn, he turned off the movie and settled down, waiting for her nightmares to come. It was nearly midnight when Tony was jerked awake by a startled cry escaping Ziva's dreams. She was writhing, her face puckered, fighting off invisible hands. Tony gently took a hold of her hands quietly said her name. She flashed awake, scaring him, and her alike, she fought for him to let go of her, eventually kneeing him in the chest, pushing him off her, winding him.

His gasps brought her back, "Tony, Tony I'm so sorry." Tears began to slide down her face, Gibbs opening the door, "Gibbs it was an accident, I j-just-," Ziva's voice faltered, Tony recovered his breath and stood up, wincing slightly.

"It's ok Ziver," Gibbs comforted, "You were meant to stay awake, and wake her up when it started!"

"Sorry boss, I must have dozed off I didn't mean to-"

"Just leave," Gibbs cut in, Tony sighed angrily stormed out the door. He turned back to Ziva, who was sitting on the couch, head in her hands. He sat next to her, reaching his arm around her small frame.

"Ziver it's ok to-"

"I could do with that sandwich now Gibbs," Ziva interrupted, breaking any attempt of her boss to calm her down. Gibbs sighed and got up, walking into the kitchen to make her something to eat. Ziva wiped her eyes, she leant over to the shirt she had worn in Somalia, sliding out the needle she had snatched from Saleem, it was meant to be used for injecting that dreaded truth serum. She fiddled with it for a moment, pricking her thumb on the end, whilst some blood trickled out she felt no pain. Gibbs came back with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, setting the plate down he silently took the needle from her, noting the small cut on her thumb.

"Ziver I didn't risk not only my job, my life and the lives of my team to bring you back for you to go down that road," He commanded in a harsh voice, "Now eat." He added more gently.

Ziva sighed and took a sandwich, after having a bite she smiled slightly, "Peanut butter and jelly, you remembered."

"Of course I did."

Once Ziva started to fill her stomach, she realised how ravenous she was, she ate all the sandwiches in no time, eventually nearly the whole loaf of bread. She subconsciously reached for her necklace, only to find it not there, remembering where it was, what it meant for her, she began to tremble slightly. Gibbs saw what happened and figured what she was upset about.

"It's ok, I'll get you another one tomorrow."

Ziva looked at him, as though remembering he was there, she smiled, "Thanks."

Gibbs glanced at the time, seeing it was nearly two in the morning and knowing that she wasn't going to sleep any more tonight he asked, "Mind if I take you to the hospital now? I'm already overstepping the rules not taking you there straight away."

Ziva shrugged, "Sure, do you have any other clothes I could wear though? These kinda show too many…"

"Of course," He got up and came back with a simple pair of pants and a NIS hoodie. She slide the pants over the shorts, facing the other direction she pulled off the tee shirt, revealing her back that was covered with whip marks, long slashes from a knife, something in Arabic scratched into her lower back, she slipped the hoodie back over. Turning to face Gibbs she tried to read his reaction to what she knew he just saw. Biting her lip, slightly embarrassed, she paused, unsure of what do say.

"Let's go."

The next few hours was hard for Ziva, Gibbs could see that; she had to account for nearly every beating she got so they could categorise any possible injuries, she had to basically strip and show a nurse the scars, any slightly open wounds had to be disinfected but what Gibbs could tell was hardest was when a male doctor had to look at her ribs, after what men had done to her she was uncomfortable being touched by any man she didn't know. Whenever this particular doctor entered the room, Gibbs could feel the nervous energy radiating off Ziva, it didn't help that the doctor was Arabic and spoke with an accent that just seemed to deeper rattle her.

By five in the morning they had finished, she was lying on a hospital bed, wearing a paper thin robe they had made her wear, completely drained of what little energy she had. Gibbs had refused to leave her side, and handed her back the hoodie to put over the robe, knowing how she wanted to hide the scars. A nurse, a women thankfully entered, holding a small needle and a drip system.

"Miss Ziva David?" She asked, horribly miss-pronouncing her name, Ziva numbly nodded staring at the needle, "Your results have come back and you need to have a drip, to give you the nutrients you need badly." She spoke in a monotone voice, reciting something she had said many times.

"I don't want a needle," Ziva said simply, quietly.

"Yes well, what you want or don't want doesn't matter; it's what you need that does matter." She gave a fake smile and began to set up the drip, wiping the needle she took Ziva's left hand.

Ziva jerked it back, "I said I don't want a needle."

"W-well you are going to have one," The nurse replied.

Gibbs could see that this was one fight Ziva wouldn't allow herself to lose. He stood in-between them, looking at the nurse he asked as politely as he could, "Let me talk to her." The nurse smiled again and left the room. Gibbs turned to Ziva, "I know you don't want this Ziver, but you really do need it. I don't know what bad memories this provokes but you need to push past them."

Ziva sighed and took the needle in her hand, before Gibbs could stop her she slide it into a vein on top of her hand, she hooked it up herself to the drip bag, obviously knowing what she was doing, she glanced at Gibbs, "After the explosion I looked after Tali before she-"

"ZIVA!" A women wearing full goth clothing stormed in, her hair in pigtails a massive grin on her face.

Movie Night Time! PS Disclaimer I don' t own Thoroughbreds Don't Cry or obviously Mickey Rooney. READ AND REVIEW!