I am so sorry for such a long gap in the updates, I had no idea how to continue this fic. Anyway I know it is short again but I had to leave it there. Anyway, hope you enjoy tell me what you think.

Warning : Curse words

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Chapter 9

She could hear voices, shouting, breathing, even the sounds of heavy footsteps somewhere near her head;, but the noises were muffled and distant through the constant screaming of an alarm, through the loud rushing of blood in her head.

She felt cold hands on her arm, and icy water on her face. But the thing that worried her most was that she couldn't't move her legs or her arms. Her heart beat against her ribcage hard and fast, almost as it wanted to escape her body.

Beside her she heard someone talking, an old voice, kind but stern. It took a moment for her to register the voice as belonging to the one and only Donald Ducky Mallard. She turned her head in his direction, moaning as her neck protested against the movement.

Suddenly she felt cold hands gently grab her face, returning her head to its previous position and tenderly stroking her cheek.

She opened her eyes ever so slightly, blurred images meeting her vision. and followed by the sound of Ducky's voice.

"You won't get away with this, Salim." his voice seemed fearful. Ziva lifted her head, ~slightly. Her eyes meeting their captors, before her head fell back against the floor, the Israeli's body to weak to keep holding it up.

Salim smiled as she began to shiver again, her teeth chattering. He could see Jenny looking at her friend in fear, her eyes concerned.

"How does it feel to watch her suffer because of your mistakes, Director?" he asked, his voice soft.

Jenny turned an angry gaze towards him.

"I did a little research… on all of you,." he explained, looking around, before his gaze moved back to Jenny.

"I know what happened in Cairo, Director, how she took a bullet in the chest for you. How she suffered because of you. And because of your mistake of screwing with me, of demeaning me in my prison, here she is, suffering again…"

Jenny balled her hands into fists, clenching her hands tightly.

"Bear in mind, I killed the people that did hurt her." Salim laughed.

He opened his mouth to say something further, but was interrupted as a bright light flashed through the window. He frowned, moving forward and glancing through the blinds.

"Shit!" he snarled, stamping his feet on the floor, his cocky attitude suddenly replaced by fear and anger.

"Which one of you called them?" he shouted, turning to face the team.

Outside they could hear the sound of a bullhorn, a mans voice shouting commands through it.

"Who called them?" he demanded and when he didn't't get an answer, he pulled his gun from its holster and pushed it to Ducky's forehead.

"I will ask once more, who?"

When no one answered Salim sighed, pulling back the hammer of his gun as he placed his finger on the trigger.

The sound of a gunshot filled the silence.

They all watched in horror as a body hit the floor, the man that stood next to Tony now lay dead with a bullet in his head.

Salim looked up, removing his gun from Ducky's head and pointing it in the direction the bullet came from.

There in the glass was a perfectly round hole.

"Shit!" Salim screamed and suddenly the room was filled with the sound of gunfire. glass breaking as a hail of bullets entered the bullpen. The team dropped to their stomachs on the floor.

When the gunfire finally stopped, Gibbs looked up, taking in the sight of the dead bodies of most of Salim's men.

Salim himself had been hit, a bullet having grazed his arm. Getting to his feet he fired wildly out of the window.

"Let's go!" he screamed, starting towards the elevator. The few men remaining pulled their captives to their feet, using them as shields they moved.

"Wait, what about Ziva?" Ducky cried suddenly, struggling to get back to his patient.

Salim looked back. "Leave her, she is as good as dead!" he said, and then climbed into the elevator. The doors closed, leaving the Israeli alone in the cold dark of the bullpen.

I know, again it is short. But I had to finish it there. Just to bug you all maharaja. Next chapter will be up soon, and I mean soon. I finally got an idea of how to continue this fic.

Anyway hope you enjoyed it. Tell me what you think