Beware readers. This chapter is NOT for the faint hearted. xxx
Chapter 8 Operation Saving Tiva.
At the airport, the four met up and took their seats on the plane. Abby and McGee shared a side row, behind Gibbs and Ducky.
"You worried?" Abby asked McGee resting her head on his shoulder. McGee looked her in the eye.
"Yes. Tony's my best freind, Ziva, she's another great friend. I don't think I could stand it if I lost them." McGee put his arm around Abby's shoulders. "I miss 'em."
"I miss them too Timmy. I've never been this close to a mission before." She smiled. "I even came up with a name in my head."
"Really? What?" He whispered, smiling.
"Operation 'Saving Tiva'." McGee smiled at Abby's abbility to see a fun part of the mission. He hoped they weren't too late though.
McGee thought about his relationships with both Tony and Ziva. Ziva was like a sister to him, she was fun to be around and dare he say it, he liked her more than he had liked Kate. Ziva allowed him to be a better agent, where Kate had knocked his confidence. Tony was slightly different. Tony was like a brother. A pain in the ass older brother. But he was a good guy. And he was a better older brother to Abby. Tony adored Abby. Much like Gibbs did.
Tony was just begining to come around. He tried to move but he couldn't he was bound to a chair. His wrists were briused from being tied all the time, and his head was pounding. 'Is this what a hangover feels like?' He thought. He must have been hit around the head by one of the guards.
"Where am I?" He muttered. Then a single shaft of light shone down, illuminating the small, damp room. Infront of him, was a tellivision screen. Saleem appeared beside him. "What do you want from me?" Tony asked, groggily.
"I though you might want to see, your child, when it's born." There was a look of pure evil on his face that made Tony sick to his core.
"You sick bastard." He whispered, his voice full of fury.
"We have orders from her father to do what we please and get rid of your little brat." Saleem spat. "Enjoy." Saleem smirked. He turned the T.V. on. Tony saw Ziva surrounded by four of Saleem's men and strapped to a table.
"Ziva!" He shouted worriedly.
"She cannot hear you, but you can and will hear everything." With that Saleem slammed the door behind him. The only light in the room was now the T.V. and the torture taking place on it.
Saleem apeared on the screen, in the room with Ziva and the men.
"Well well well Ziva my dear. It seems the time has come to step up our game in getting the information from you. Prepare to meet the tratorious sporn you and he have created. Men, begin, oh and Ziva. Tony can see you and cannot do anything. Why not be brave for lover boy."
Ziva closed her eyes as the needle, penatrated her skin. Suddenly her body became ridgid, with the first contractions. She looked at the light above her, trying to block out the pain but it was no use. She felt everything.
She felt the way her body spasmed everytime one hit. Everytime she felt how her extremly premature baby was forced out of her worn out body. She felt as they ripped the baby from her body, and the flood of silent tears that ran down her face, burning the skin.
Then, one of the men put his grubby hands either side of her face, keeping her eyes open and turning her face towards the camera. The sight was enough to kill Tony, who was watching.
There was a scream, a piercing baby cry, as the tiny, blood covered baby, was slammed down on a cold metal slab, which should have been enough to kill it. But like its parents it was very strong. By this point, annother man had entered the room with Tony and was forcing him to watch. Even though he couldn't bare it, he had no choice in the matter.
Both Tony and Ziva let out a cry, as their baby, was sliced open from the throat down, but kept alive, as it's organs, were ripped from the tiny body. Killing the infant.
Dear readers. I am sorry if you were disturbed by the last chapter, I couldn't bare to write it but I had to get it out of my head before it drove me insane. Please don't hate me. Please review.