Hey! Long time no read! Sorry i have been so long before updating, I have been super busy with auditions, University and writing my own original novel as well as filming my first ever short film! But here it is, the next chapter to Serpents Lair. Hope you enjoy it. I have tried to do the last few chapters without my beta the lovely (loveofallmusicalthings) so i hope it's alright grammar wise. Enjoy and please, tell me what you think.
An update, especially for shereneashley
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She had awoken to the sunlight, a dull throb in her leg made her thigh tingle, In-fact her entire leg felt as if it were vibrating. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sun, but when they did, she saw both the Hogan brothers and Tony sitting by the fire, each of them with a cup of powdered coffee from their packs and some fruit. Her head was pounding as she slowly forced herself into a sitting position, moaning as her leg groaned in protest.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tony turn his head to look at her, a dopey smile on his face.
"Well good morning sleepy head" he greeted her with his usual charm. She shook her head, her vision blurry. She had not even remembered going back to sleep after she talked to Nat.
"What time is it?"
"07:00" One of the Hogan brothers spoke up, taking a loud bite of his apple and gulping down the remains of his 'coffee'.
"Where is Si'ed?" Ziva asked, rubbing her temples. Tony finished the last of his own fruit before he answered her.
"He went off to pick some more fruit."
"And Nat?"
The brothers and Tony looked at each other, than back at Ziva.
"She was not here when we woke up. Her pack was still here, we thought she just went off to find something to eat. Si'eed told us that she did not like being in one place for too long." Tony said.
"Yeah, and that she was no fan of fruit." The youngest of the Hogan brothers spoke up
Ziva looked at the three men, her brow furrowed and lips thinned.
"And you only chose now to tell me!" She got to her feet, ignoring the pain in her leg and throbbing ache that surged through her body, every muscle feeling as if it were on fire.
"Why are you getting so worried Ziva. She will be back."
""She left last night to go get some water from the river. I guess I must have fallen asleep shortly after she left, if she did not come back than maybe something happened to her!"
They were all silent, Ziva started towards the dark undergrowth, where she remembers Natalie had gone the night before. Tony sighed and started to follow her, leaving the two brothers behind, confused.
"Ziva!" Tony called after her, they were a good few meters away from the camp when she finely stopped, spinning round to glare at him.
"What Tony!"
Tony raised his hands defensively; he was starting to get angry with her attitude.
"Nat can take care of herself, she is probably fine."
"Probably fine...!" Ziva's voice took on the tone of a scorning mother. "She has been missing all night DiNozzo!" Ziva said, then spun around again and started towards the sound of runing water. Tony bit his lip and clenched his left hand tightly into a fist. He followed Ziva closely, silence between the both of them. He stopped, looking at the former Israeli as she stood there, her dark eyes surveying her surroundings.
"What are you looking for?"
Ziva ignored him, her eyes squinting as she glanced over the muddy banks of the small stream. Tony watched her expression change as she sped off towards the water, slowly kneeling down and digging something out of the dirt. It was not until he was standing next to her that he noticed it was a flask.
Ziva sighed and thought for a moment, then clipped the empty flask to her belt.
"This cannot be a coincidence." Tony smiled slightly at her words, than screwed his face up, his voice deep and throaty.
"In the words of the all mighty Leroy Jethroy Gibbs...I don't believe in coincidences." Tony's smile only grew larger, obviously impressed with his imitation. Ziva got to her feet, glared at him, then set off again towards the camp.
Tony heaved a heavy sigh, then followed her.
Neither of them saw the large bald man wearing camouflage that watched them from the other side of the stream, crouched behind a bush of messy leaves.
She could not breathe properly, every time she took a breath, a foul smell invaded her nostrils, making her sinuses burn and stomach turn. It was dark; the itchy black sack that had been placed over her head was fastened tightly around her neck, just loose enough so she was still able to breathe.
Strong arms held her arms, pushing her forward through what she thought was the forest, vines and falling branches taking every opportunity to trip her up, if it were not for the men that held on to her forearms with bruising grips, she would have fallen flat on her face.
The sun was hot on her skin that was viable, her legs were tired from walking and the smell that clung to her nostrils was making her sick.
She had been dragged for another few minutes, the bag on her head suddenly becoming darker, the air became cooler and her boots were no longer touching the soft ground of the forest floor, but rather, a hard concrete surface.
Within seconds the bag was pulled from her head, her messy hair standing up at all ends. She looked around her, panicked. It was not until she saw the blond women sitting behind a desk, her legs crossed and hands clasped that she knew where she was.
She smiled and got to her feet, her knee length skirt showing off a spectacular pair of legs.
"You disappoint me, Natalie." She said. Her British accent would have been sexy; if she was not such a psychotic bitch.
"I asked you to bring the daughter. What do you do; you lead her right to the pilot and right to us"
Natalie swallowed hard before she answered.
"She was getting suspicions." The Israeli said. Her face red.
"You compromised us."
"I would not have been able to stop her, even if I tried. You took her father, the two of them may not be very close but when you mess with Ziva's family she takes it very personally. There is no stopping her" Nat took a breath, than continued. "I mean for god sake, when she found out who killed her sister she hunted them for months... she killed them...rather questionably." She added.
"Well" said the blond British women. "Let us see how she deals with an army. There is no doubt that she will come and find you. She is not stupid, she will figure out soon that her Fathers kidnapping and your sudden disappearance is not a coincidence." The women smiled, looking at Nat for a reaction. "And when she finds us, we will kill her friends, and then, then, the plan can go ahead."
"That was not the plan!" Natalie shouted, surging forward. She was hauled back by the two burly men. She had almost forgotten that they were there. She took a deep breath, looking at the other women with pleading eyes. "You promised no one would get hurt."
"The plan has changed." The women smiled once again, her lips parting so Natalie could see a perfect row of white teeth. She turned on her heel, her high heeled shoes clicking on the concrete floor as she made her way back to her desk.
"Take our new visitor away, make her comfy. We should be having visitors soon."
And with that, Natalie was dragged away by the two large men, her feet indenting the dirt as she fought against them, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around that awful women's neck, watching as the life drained from her already cold eyes.
The women picked up a cup of tea with three slender fingers and sipped it. A gleeful chuckle, escaping her lips.
There we are, don't you just love the British as the evil guys, the make such good baddies! I shall update soon i hope, but the Uni work is piling up.
Hope you enjoyed it!
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