Okay so this is a shout out to all those people who have reviewed my work, you know who you are! Right I can't get any sleep so I am updating at 5 in the morning. For the next couple of weeks I might not be able to update due to the fact I have my GCSE's coming up, (for the American and Australian readers these are really big important exams which I can't afford to screw up. So consider this an advanced warning.

Thank you all so much for your support. So instead of boring you with author notes I present you the next chapter.

Chapter 11

Ziva's eyes snapped open, she looked around her, she was in a hospital bed, an IV was placed into her arm. Sunlight was beginning to creep through the closed blinds. Then things began to come back to her, the man had inserted a syringe into her arm sending her into deep realms of unconsciousness.

The door opened and Ziva sighed in relief when Gibbs walked through the door.

"You're awake," He said a little stunned

"No, no, no." Ziva's breathing increased rapidly and she began to shake her head from side to side. The heart machine began to blip like crazy in the corner.

"Ziva calm down." Gibbs said in a gentle voice "You are safe."

"I should not be here Gibbs, he should not have chosen me." Her breaths were becoming more laboured "Tony!" She gasped. Gibbs could see that nurses had started running towards Ziva's room getting ready to respond to whatever had sent the machines into a state of hyper-active bleeping.

Ziva began to struggle, she lashed out against the bed covers that were confining her, desperately trying to break free. Ziva went to rip out the IV in her arm but Gibbs grabbed her wrist before she could do so. She twisted and fought against him.

"It should of been me!" She screamed at him "It….it should of been me!" She sobbed.

The door burst open and two nurses jumped in, they saw the state Ziva was in and quickly grabbed a syringe, Ziva felt it enter her arm and almost immediately Ziva felt more calm and relaxed.

"It should have been me." She whispered before falling into a drug educed sleep.

XXX

Anthony DiNozzo was strapped to a chair in the middle of the cell, but for the first time since his capture he felt he could relax. Ziva was safe and that was all that mattered. This man could put him through hell but it was all worth it, just to know that Ziva was safe.

The door burst open and the man stalked in.

"Just you and me now buddy," DiNozzo smirked " Hey I still don't know your name-" He was cut off by a sharp blow to the mouth. He smiled again "Oh God please don't tell me that it is Saleem because that would just be TOO frea--ky!" DiNozzo grinned one of his mega-watt grins.

The man walked around Tony's chair.

"You don't need to know anything about me." The man said sharply.

"Too late Mr 'I-Am-Gonna-Be-Grumpy-And-Not-Tell-You-My-Name." DiNozzo grinned,

"What do you mean 'too late'?" A look of confusion crossed his face.

"You were trained by Mossad weren't you?" Tony answered

"How – how could you tell?" The man asked, he obviously was confused. As Tony had noticed before he was not very good at masking his emotions

"The way you hold yourself, the way you walk around like you are indestructible, the way that violence is always the answer. The way a gleam of a knife fascinates you – you are captivated by it. Your accent, hidden behind perfect English now but when you are angry or frustrated it comes out. Finally after all of this you still choose to wield an Israeli gun." DiNozzo nodded towards the Desert Eagle that lay holstered on the man's belt.

"Well, well Mr DiNozzo you hold more investigative skills than I first gave you credit for." The man nodded his head slightly.

"I try." DiNozzo grinned again.

The sounds of grunting and heavy lifting came from the other side of the door.

"What's going on?" DiNozzo questioned. He felt a sharp blow as the man's fist smacked into his face, he could have sworn he heard his left eye socket crack.

"Enough questions out of you!" The man spat. Subject holds violent mood swings – right noted. Tony thought to himself "And if you really must know we are moving base!" The man then produced a syringe and stuck it deep into Tony's arm. Unconsciousness quickly followed.

XXX

McGee had watched the whole scene between Ziva and Gibbs unfold before him, she saw how she lashed out and struggled. She heard how Ziva cried out that it should be Tony there not her.

McGee now focused on the expressions of his boss. Gibbs gaze seemed, empty, distant. It was now that McGee wondered if Gibbs agreed with Ziva, would he rather it was Tony in his arms? McGee knew it was a horrible thought, he knew how Gibbs saw all of them like children but he couldn't quite purge the idea from his mind.

Yes Ziva had opened up to him and Gibbs had trusted her right from the start, McGee still didn't know why, that was their secret. And yes Ziva shared similar ideas as him, similar ideologies. But Gibbs had known Tony longer, he had been through everything with him, Kate's death…

Tony knew Gibbs before McGee did and they had always had been close, a father-and-son team……McGee trailed off left to his own musings.

We will find you Tony, we will find you, so Gibbs never has to choose….

XXX

Tony woke up shivering; he looked around and saw that he was in a large walk in freezer that you could only find at really upmarket restraints. Cow and pig carcases hung from the ceiling on evil looking meat hooks.

Tony noticed that he was wearing nothing but his white boxer–briefs. He also noticed that his hands were now handcuffed together to a thick cooling pipe. He also noticed the Mossad man leaning against the wall in the corner, watching him. DiNozzo shivered again – Damn it sure was chilly!

"Cold Mr DiNozzo?" The man enquired

"You could say that, you do know I find being stripped and hand cuffed very kinky.." DiNozzo smiled at the man and watched in glee at the anger his response had caused spread across the mans face.

"You would like to know why you are hand cuffed and inside a freezer?" The man asked

"Gee man you're a mind reader!" DiNozzo smirked he then continued "The thought had crossed my mind."

"You suffered from the plague a few years ago didn't you Mr DiNozzo…" The man said.

"Yup – best days of my life!"

"That is why you are here, your weakened and scarred lungs will not be able to deal with the cold, consider it if you will Mr DiNozzo, 'torture from your own body'." The man smiled to himself and sat down on a shelf wrapping a thick fur coat tightly around him.

The silence was broken by a long raspy cough that racked Tony's body and lungs.

Aww Crap! Tony thought to himself.