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Ziva grabbed her gun from her belt and quietly crept out of the car. "Of course" Ziva contemplated to herself "Some twisted drug dealer would decide to come out now, right after Tony left."

The moment she realized it, it was already too late. The feeling hit her stomach like a rock. The man had probably been her the whole week studying them watching when the left and knowing when only one agent would be in the car. It wasn't just one man, it was an ambush. Ziva watched helplessly as she heard about four or five men jump out from behind some bushes. It would be useless to scream, she could try to shoot them all but the probability of her coming out alive was slim. She shouldn't have moved in this quickly she was already three quarters of the way across the park, with tree lines surrounding her. As she pivoted around, her hopes faded there were five of them, all armed with automatic weapons, she was dead.

"Drop your gun sweetheart" one of them whispered slickly and menacingly. Ziva stood there with her gun still raised; this was the first time she couldn't do anything, it would've been impossible for her to shoot them all.

"I said drop it. It'd be a shame to shoot something like you." the cruel voice spoke again. She studied all of them. The one who spoke was much taller, bigger and definitely more powerful, than she was. He had a shaved head, dark caramel colored skins. His whole face was slightly chubby, with deep wrinkles. His eyes were black and sunken in and his forehead had three deep creases. He looked evil, almost possessed. Standing tall Ziva refused to put her gun down Tony would be back in at least seven minutes if she could stall them for just a little longer.

"Put it down last chance sweetie" he spoke with the most authoritative, yet sickly sweet voice she had ever heard.

Ziva heard the click of his gun, "put it down she thought". Slowly Ziva crouched down and put the gun on the frostbitten grass. As she stood back up, two bitter, harsh, hand grabbed her and pinned her close. Struggling to no prevail, two other hands jabbed into her. Patting her down he found all her spars even her knife, she saw them in front of her shimmering in the dull moonlight just out of reach.

"Six of them!" she though "Where could Tony be?" Ziva worried. Why wasn't he back yet! Why did he have to pick tonight to linger. Sadly, Tony was only late because he decided to pick up some food for a late night snack for Ziva and him. If he only had knew.

"That's all of the weapons we found, Sir" said one of the five masked men assisting in her capture.

"Are you sure, pat her down again!' spoke the sickly sweet voice. The man walked over ready to assault her again, Ziva wasn't going to let that scum touch her again. As he came in kicking distance Ziva knocked down the two men holding her and kicked the assaulter in the head knocking him out cold.

"Three down" she breathed. As she pivoted around ready to kill or injure whatever stupid masked threat came at her she was tackled. There were four men on top of her and had her pinned to the ground, one of them shoving her face into the cold wet dirt. The assailants ripped her head back up by her hair and right in her face was the boss, the leader or whatever, the one with the sick voice.

Slapping her he spoke "I suggest you follow us quietly sweetheart unless you want to die. Slapping her one more time, he stood back up.

"Get her into the van, QUIETLY, tie her up and if she's gone because all of you can't take on a girl, you'll wish you were dead. The two extra men that had came out of nowhere, Kicked Ziva several times, spit on her and wrenched her back on her feet. Bleeding and bruised Ziva watched as the two original masked men, the ones she failed to knock out, walked up in front of her. The both took about four swings at her with her fist until she spit out blood. They then proceeded to kick her shins, until she fell to her knees so the two other men could drag her across the grass. Leaving a trail of blood, Ziva was proud; Tony would see it they would know that she had been kidnapped. She could hear the boss yelling at the three men she had fought to the ground to get up. The quick smile soon faded as she was thrown harshly into some type of truck. Two of the men quickly jumped back on top of her, pinning her to the floor, crushing her with their weight. She squirmed a little but they pressed harder until Ziva let out a yelp of pain. The two other men went into the front of the truck and returned with roped and duct tape. Leaping into her prison, the two other men started to tie Ziva's hands and feet. Sighing, Ziva knew she wouldn't be able to untie le alone loosen the ropes. The men had clearly done this before they had tied the knot tight enough so that not all of her circulation was cut of but still wrenchingly painful and tight so that it would be almost impossible to even budge the rope. Grasping her hair, one of the men holding her down yanked her head up long enough to securely fasten duct tape around her lips. Swiftly the two men hopped off Ziva giving her two sharp kicks in the side before jumping out. As Ziva started to sit up the door slammed and the container she was in went black.

Ziva body ached and she could feel slight small drops of blood trickling down her face. Slouching back against the wall, she closed her eyes and listened, she could hear the men arguing and then she heard the sickly sweet voice again.

"Come on move let's go I think that's the other cop rounding the corner."

"Tony" Ziva thought. Gun shots started to hit the truck, Ziva could hear the men yelling and jumping trying to shield their bodies from the bullets.

"Good" Ziva thought "Tony spotted them". As two more gunshots hit the truck, it roared to life, jerking and knocking Ziva onto the floor.

"No" Ziva screamed allowed "TONY" she mumbled through the duct tape.

As the truck roared off she felt helpless. Pulling herself of the floor she leaned against the wall. Knowing that she needed to get the ropes off her hands, Ziva started to move around the truck, aimlessly rubbing her shoulder and shoes across the floor, waiting for them to hit anything that could help her get the rope off her wrists. Nothing after a half an hour she gave up. She decided to work on getting the duct tape off her mouth. She scratched her cheek against the metal walls until she felt the tape catch on something; it was sharp too, maybe a loose nail? She didn't know. Inch by inch she kept starting to pull the wretched tape off her mouth.

"Ha" Ziva took a deep breath the tape was off moving her jaw around, she instantly started to try to shred the rope, but to no prevail, it was too tight, too strong and she was too weak. She kept at it though until the truck stopped about ten minutes later. Hearing the men get out she froze, streaks of light was starting to seep through her prison. The door to her jail was opening and her captures were most likely going to shoot her, are hold her hostage and then… kill her. "I'm dead" Ziva thought. Blinded by the light, Ziva tried to get her eyes adjusted. Still lying on the floor Ziva moved her head up to see the boss and three of the masked men entering her cage.

As he spoke Ziva froze "Get some more duct tape Mat, she got the damn tape off. Get the bitch out of the truck" he spoke two the other two men beside him "Without letting her injure either one of you idiots."