well here is the next chapter of False accusations. it is a bit graphic...well not graphic but it is violent....a little. Hope you enjoy it. the next chapter is already half writen. so that will be up soon. i wont be posting as often as i have in the past months as i am starting college soon, but i will try and get them posted as often as i can.

Anyway.... FOR S0ME REASON IT WAS HARD TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER SO SORRY IF IT IS A BIT IFFY

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Chapter 13

Ziva woke to a pounding head, her body aching in places she never knew existed. Her eyes were heavy, the dim light glowing through her closed eyelids, she cracked them open slightly before letting them fall shut. Her head lay limp, her chin rested uncomfortably on her chest. She risked opening her eyes again, the only light being that of the sun, seeping through boarded windows.

Finally lifting her head stiffly she glanced around, finding she was in a small grey room, her arms extended above her head by rusty chains and her feet dangling mere inches from the floor.

She turned her head towards the door as it opened, flooding the room with bright light.

A man slowly came into the room that she instantly recognized as Salim. Through the darkness she could just see his features, his expression and what he was holding in his hand: a long thin iron bar, with a flat squashed end. Ziva glanced nervously at the object, her breathing becoming heaver. Without a word, he walked back towards the door, starting a little fire that danced wildly in the fireplace she hadn't noticed before.

Placing the iron bar on the fire, he shut the door.

For a few moments he didn't say anything, just stood there, his back to Ziva, watching with a blank expression as the grey of the metal turned a glowing red. Slowly he picked it up, turning to Ziva.

"You murdered my son." he said shortly, the branding iron still held loosely in his hand. Ziva swallowed nervously before speaking.

"He hit his head when he fell, I am not the one that killed him" she said.

"Liar!" he shouted, "I read the report, he died because of a punctured lung, that you punctured by hitting him in the side!"

Ziva remained silent, afraid to anger the man further. Salim's face was contorted into a snarl as he raised the branding tool, bringing it close to Ziva's stomach, pressing into the soft fabric of her skin, she closed her eyes tightly as he trailed the hot iron from hip to hip.

"Why did you kill him?" he asked.

"I did not kill him" Ziva repeated, bracing herself for the burning pain of the hot iron rod on her skin.

She screamed as the rod burnt her flesh.

"Why!" he shouted. Ziva said nothing as she breathed through the pain, her breaths coming out in short hard gasps. He waited for her to speak.

"Fine." he finally said when she didn't respond and lifted the rod to her face.

XxX

Abby paced her cell nervously, her hands clenching and un-clenching at her sides. The sun had just risen from behind the sandy hills of Palatine and the morning had came much to slowly for her liking.

Her cell mate watched her anxiously, the small woman's frightened gaze following the Goth as she walked back and forth.

The last time she had seen Ziva was at diner last night, after that, it was if she never existed.

She stopped pacing, glancing at her cellmate. She hardened her face and puffed out her chest.

"You got a problem!" she shouted, the woman nodded a few to many times and backed herself against the wall.

"Abby?" sounded a familiar voice from behind her, she turned round, not being able to suppress the exited squeal that escaped passed her lips.

"Gibbs!" Abby jumped forward, hugging him through the bars.

"Hey Abs" he greeted, hugging her back. He looked into the cell, spotting only one more occupant.

"Where's Ziva" he asked after a moment, causing Abby to pull away, suddenly looking very scared. Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat.

"I don't know Gibbs, the last time I saw her was a dinner last night, she said she would meet me at back at our cell but when I got here she wasn't here…I haven't seen her since"

Gibbs made a sound that resembled a grunt, staring at the Goth through the bars, she smiled back at him.

"Find her Gibbs, get us out of here."

He nodded, turning round to walk away when Abby's voice stopped him.

"Gibbs, there is something else. Our cell mate was killed the other day, down in the mines…I think Ziva was getting her back for planting the drugs…"

Gibbs sighed and nodded his head, turning again and starting down the corridor. Jenny smiled at Abby before following and Tim and McGee started behind her. Abby watched them go.

XxX

When they arrived at the wardens office, they waited outside his office door a whole two minutes before bursting in, finding it abandoned.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn with a small slit where the two pieces of material meet.

"Where is he!" Gibbs asked Jenny, she shook her head.

"If you are looking for the warden, he is not here!" Came a voice from behind them, they both turned, seeing a fat man behind them.

He wore a black v neck shirt with combats and black boots, the white of his stomach showing beneath the black of shirt. His face was round and pale, his eyes were small and dark, his mouth just a thin pink line.

"Well where is he!" Gibbs asked, stepping forward. The man just shrugged.

"Not here."

"We can see that." Jenny said. "Where is he?" she asked. The man sighed and shrugged again.

"I don't know, but Yehall might." he said, his words slightly slurred.

"Where is this…Yehall?" Gibbs demanded more then asked, taking another step forward.

"Follow me"

Being led down a long corridor, Gibbs and Jenny were ushered into a room.

The room was dark, even with the light of the sun shining through the small window on the ceiling. The room was think with smoke from cigars and cigarettes, coming from the four men sitting at the table in the middle of the room.

All four were playing cards, another two sitting in chairs at the far end of the room.

"Yehall?" Jenny called, causing a straggly man look up from the table.

"Can I help you?" he said, rising from his chair.

"Where is the warden?" Jenny asked, suddenly going into Director mode.

Yehall smiled, blowing out smoke from his cigar.

"He is in a meeting with you agent" he laughed.

"Take me to her!" the Director demanded, taking a step forward. The man smiled, shaking his head.

"Or what?" he asked nastily.

It was Jenny's turn to smile. "Or I will make sure that you spend your life rotting in the filthiest rat hole I can find"

The mans smile disappeared. There was a silence as the two glared at each other, the other occupants of the room staring at the Director and the prison guard. No one daring to intervene.

"Downstairs, twelfth room on the left." he finely said, Jenny's smile widened.

"Thanks" she patronized, turning on her heel and walking out of the room, he heels clicking on the concrete floor, Gibbs chuckled as he followed her.

XxX

Once they had arrived at the door, Gibbs waited no time in kicking it down, hearing the pain filled scream that sounded from behind it.

The two Americans stopped and stared in horror at the sight in front of them. Their mouths open in a silent gasp.

Ziva hung by her bleeding wrists, her feet dangling off the floor. Burns marked her arms, legs, torso and face.

The moment Jenny and Gibbs burst through the door, the warden had turned round so suddenly, that the branding iron had slipped from his grasp, flying halfway across the room.

"What the hell are you doing to my agent!" he screamed, running towards Ziva. He slipped her wrists from the chains, catching her as she fell to the floor.

"She killed my son!" The Warden screamed, then without another word, stormed out of the room.

Gibbs glanced back down at Ziva. Her eyes were closed and her head was hanging limply over Jethro's forearm, her body shaking slightly.

"This has gone too far." he said quietly to Jenny, brushing hair from Ziva's face.

"I think we need to call in a favour…"

Who they gonna call!!!!!!! will update soon. Hope you enjoyed it.