Hey thanks for all the amazing reviews! Here is another chapter, i really am on a roll! By the way if anyone is interested i have another story up it's called "searching for yourself" i am allowed to advertise my other story on this one right? Lol, well here it is i hope you like it, although i'm not sure you'll like me :-) Also i know it's short but i didn't want to make it any longer, so sorry.

Chapter 9

"Boss."

"What Dinozzo?"

"I think I've got something."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Jon Scott used to go on vacation every summer to this place about 15 miles away from where we are now. He went with Boon but one year Boon stopped coming, it's the year his mother "went missing""

"Nice work Dinozzo. Go down and see what Abbey's got."

"Aren't we gonna check it out?"

"Yeah – after you go down and see what Abbey's got"

"On it boss."

Tony went down in the elevator, and saw Abbey with tear streaks down both cheeks.

"McGee, Gibbs told you not to show Abbey everything, what was so hard to understand about that?"

"She wouldn't take no for an answer!"

"Oh Tony It's horrible! Why didn't you call me straight away when you got it?"

"You know why Abs, have you got anything?"

"Yes, I have a partial fingerprint on one of the photos, you were right Tony it comes from a Luke Kirby."

"Why didn't you ring?"

"Because I only just got the hit when you walked in."

"Oh, sorry."

"Tony," McGee started "Kirby was on the FBI's database – seven years ago he was taken to court for rape."

"Well what the hell happened, why isn't he locked up?"

"The incriminating evidence was ruled inadmissible because the forensics people didn't do the whole chain of evidence thing right." Abbey said.

Tony sighed, stupid scientists if it wasn't for them he might be locked up and wouldn't have Ziva right now…

"Ok, McGee we have found a place where this guy used to go on vacation with Boon, we're going to check it out. Come on."

Ziva started to stir, but she didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted the darkness to engulf her, swallow her up – it was her protective blanket. No thoughts, no feelings. Bu she couldn't stop herself waking up, and everything hurt a thousand times more than it had a few hours ago. And she was cold, so cold, unnaturally cold.

She hoped he had gone, maybe he had, and maybe he hadn't, either way she was still here, still hurting, still weak.

How long had she been there? How many hours? She wondered how long it would take for her to kill him, hopefully it would be quick. At least once she was dead everything would stop hurting…

She had given up hope halfway through her second beating that NCIS would come, they would be trying but it just wasn't enough.

And Tony, god she loved him so much. And it hurt, so badly, she would take this a thousand times over if it meant the pain in her heart would stop. The longing for him. Pain. Like a thousand sharp knives stabbing her heart. And it was never ending, but maybe, just maybe that pain would go away when everything ended. And every second that went past she could feel herself getting colder, the life draining out of her. It was only a matter of time.

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

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