Well here is the next chapter. Sorry for the wait. hope you enjoy it. I had a little trouble writing it but, i got it out in the end.

Chapter 11

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A mass of people stood around her. Large identical smiles seeming to be painted on their faces. She stood on a wooden platform, a thick rope tied tightly round her neck.

A man in a hood stood next to her, his hands lingering round the handle of a large leaver….

The warden stood inches away from her. Preaching to the crowed with his arms raised high in the air.

Then there was the guard, the one that had tried to brand her as his. His hands roaming freely over her body, slowly undressing her.

Abby was on the floor at her feet, hey wide eyes staring up at her with a dull glare. Blood soaking her pale skin.

Gibbs, Jenny, Tony and McGee all stood at the back of the crowed, blank expressions on their faces.

She could hear a roar of laughter as the hooded man pulled hard on the leaver, causing the floor beneath her to disappear, her body falling through the air then hanging mere centimetres from the floor, the thick rope around her neck beginning to choke her….

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Ziva woke with a start, her hands subconsciously lifting to her throat and gasping for air. It was then that she realized where she was, and she began to calm down, breathing out a sigh of relief.

Yawning she looked out of the window above her bed, being greeted by the harsh sunlight that ripped through, shrouding her with a warm orange glow.

When she turned her head, Abby stared worriedly down at her, a frown on her pale face.

"You ok" she asked quietly. Ziva pushed back the images from her dream and silently nodded.

"Yes Abby. I am fine…just a bad dream"

The loud scream of the bell defend them both, as the doors to their cell opened. Ziva stiffly rose from her uncomfortable mattress, glaring at the two woman who quickly rushed out of the cell and down the corridor.

A guard walked passed, shouting for them to get up.

"Breakfast time." Abby said with a small smile, Ziva sighed.

Once they had arrived in the breakfast hall, they were greeted by a foul smell of gruel, sweat and urine. Standing in line to get their food, they held out their bowls and grimaced as their 'breakfast' was thrown into them. The grey, lumpy appearance of it making the girls want to be sick.

Being pushed out of line, Ziva searched for a table to sit at, when the Goth scientist voice suddenly deafened the Mossad Assassin.

"There's Arkas!" Abby shouted happily, lifting a hand and waving madly at the man sitting alone at a table. He looked up, waving back, although not as enthusiastically.

"Arkas?" Ziva asked Abby, as they slowly made their way towards his table. Abby nodded.

"Yeah, I meet him in the mines, he saved me from being pummelled"

"Pummelled?"

Abby laughed at the Israelis confusion.

"Beaten up."

"Ah"

As soon as they had arrived at the table, Abby instantly took a seat opposite Arkas, flinching slight because of the wounds on her back. Ziva, although a little cautious also took a seat.

"How are you feeling today Abby?" he asked, his voice gentle and sweet. She shrugged.

"My back still hurts, but at least I was protected by my clothes. So it could have been worse" she faked a smile. Arkas nodded, glancing at Ziva.

"You must be the Israeli…Ziva was it?" Slowly Ziva looked up from the contents of her bowl and nodded. Arkas offered her a hand.

"Please to meet you." he said. Ziva, taken aback, glared suspiciously at the gesture. Arkas's smile faded as he pulled his hand back. Abby glanced between the two, feeling an uncomfortable feeling creep up on her.

As she took a mouthful of her food, she fought the urge to spit it back out and instead made a face, out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Arkas chuckle. She was about to say something, when a heavy hand slapped her on the back, causing her to cry out in pain.

"How's you back, American!" the woman from her cell laughed, slapping her again. It was then Ziva rose from her seat, causing Arkas to rise too. Ziva glared up at the woman, anger clear in her expression with the woman looked down, her face identical.

Arkas rounded the table, stepping in between the two woman. Abby sat at the table silently, clenching her teeth as the searing pain in her back slowly turned into a dull throb.

"Now girls, we don't want to make a scene, do we!" he said calmly, looking in between the two. His gaze then rested on the taller woman "and Amani …you do not wish to start a fight that you will not be able to finish and as for you!…" he turned to Ziva. "It would be in your best interest not to attracted any more attention to yourself…or your friend!"

Ziva glanced over at Abby then looked back at Amani and Arkas. With some reluctance. She backed down. Amani snarled at Arkas then looked over at Ziva.

"This isn't over Jew!" she pointed a finger at Ziva then turned on her heel and walked away.

Ziva looked up, resisting the urge to punch the woman in the face. She smiled calmly and stated. "I would be disappointed, if it were!" As Amani retreated.

Arkas sighed and sat back down, shovelling a mouthful of food into his mouth.

Above them the bell rang, and as if on cue all the inmates stood up starting towards the large double door at the end of the hall.

Ziva looked at Abby in question before standing up, and following,

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It wasn't the first time Ziva had been forced to work in Manual labour, as a child, she had often been forced by her father to carry out the tasks he himself had no time for. But it was her fist time working in a mine. If it could even be called that.

As she and Abby descended the ladder leading down into the mines, she cringed when the grime and filth from the floor squelched under her feet, shooting up between her toes.

She was pushed further into the mines by a filthy looking guard that passed her a spade, and started shoveling the coal in the the trucks behind her. She thought it a pointless task, having to shove black rocks into a truck that didn't seem to move at all.

Abby and Arkas worked beside her, specking quietly to each other. She could see that Abby was struggling, the lashings she took to the back stopping her from bending down to shovel coal, but Ziva smiled as she didn't give up, admiring the Goth scientists strength.

Amani worked across from her. Her face contorted in an angry snarl as she grunted every time she dug the spade into the ground. Glancing up, she saw large bricks suspended by rope above Amani's head, the rope tied to a metal ring that protruded from the ground, just below Ziva's feet.

"Hey, America…" Armani said nastily, leaning against her spade, Abby looked up at the woman, who smiked unpleasantly back.

"How is your back… you never got to tell me in the dinner hall. You Americans deserve everything you get!" she said then spat on the floor at Abby's feet. Abby just looked down at the floor and began to dig again.

Ziva looked round, seeing if anyone was watching her the with a grunt of effort plunged the spade into the rope, causing it to snap.

The pile of bricks came down fast, crushing Amani under their weight. Everyone looked up, gasping as the woman lay still under the dusty rubble.

Ziva tipped her head to hide a smile.

Revenge was sweet.

HAHAHAHHA i am evil =, it was about time to get rid of that evil Bi***. well next chapter will be up as soon as i write it...and as soon as i figure out what is going to happen :P:P

any ideas people????