A/N: Sorry for no updates! Here is your next chapter!
Ziva looked about the room. Shoshana was darning some piece of clothing; obviously military uniform. The two men were totally oblivious; snoring like 'drunken sailors with emphysema' as Tony would say.
She twisted her arms and tried to reach her hair with her hands.
Got it, she thought.
She pushed one end of the hair grip in her hand into the lock of the handcuffs which were tying her to the metal bar. She twisted the hair grip around until she heard a click. Ziva moved her wrists until the hand cuffs slid off and hit the floor with a very satisfying clunk.
Shoshana looked around at the sound, but Ziva pretended nothing had happened.
"I am sorry, it was getting uncomfortable." She told the woman, who looked very confused.
I really have been in America for too long. Too bad. Ziva thought.
"Ani mitz'ta'er. Ara cha cho kvah." Ziva said, and the woman nodded, understanding this time, and got back to her work.
She flexed her fingers and her wrists, smiling as the flexibility came back to her wrists. She began to get to work on the knot. It was tied tightly.
Damn it! I should never have taught R'phael how to tie proper knots. Ziva thought to herself, struggling with the strong rope. Ouch!
Ziva inspected her ripped nail, and grimaced. I've had worse. Finally, after about an hour of struggling, the knot began to loosen and finally came apart. She slowly drew the rope away from her, trying not to make a noise. She didn't know whether Shoshana was on her side or not.
She was finally free of the restrictive metal bar. She drew herself up into a crouch, and then stretched upward until she was standing. She moved silently across the floor to the door. She remembered how the door had creaked the last time. Ziva slowly pulled the handle down and pulled the door open very slowly.
Ziva winced at the sound the door made. She turned to see Shoshana staring at her. She looked scared.
"Ham lo ltzavk latzrah, bevokasha. Do not shout for help, please." Ziva begged. Shoshana frowned.
"Ani lo latzrah."
"Lama?" Why wasn't Shoshana going to call for help? The bomb…? Why?
"Aby yaztar chry shvy." Wait… Shoshana is a captive too? Ziva hesitated.
"Chvay eem avy?" Ziva asked.
"Lo. Ani lo ivral." Shoshana replied sadly. Ziva guessed that R'phael had the detonator of the bomb that was strapped to her. She was dead if she attempted an escape. Poor girl, Ziva thought sadly.
"Ata lavvad." Shoshana ordered Ziva. Ziva sighed. Then she thought of something. She pulled Shoshana into a hug.
"Toda raba, Shoshana." She said, before slipping out into the night. Shoshana quickly shut the door, before curling up on the floor and falling into a deep sleep.
The next thing she knew was that she was being dragged up and slammed against the wall.
"AYAH HAYA?" R'phael shouted into her face.
"Ani ldat lo!" Shoshana replied.
"Amvad ly!" R'phael ordered her.
"Lo!" She shouted in his face. His hand came up and delivered a stinging slap to her face.
"Amvad. Ly." R'phael spat the words out.
"Lo." Shoshana growled back. She was not telling the bastard where the woman who had wanted to save her had gone.
"Ata Sharlila!" R'phael shouted, and a stinging pain shot through Shoshana's stomach. She clutched at her abdomen and her fingers came in contact with something cold and metal. And, something warm and wet. She lifted her fingers to her face.
Blood.
Ziva stumbled through the thick forest. The little shack was in the middle of nowhere! Her head was reeling, and she felt sick. She hadn't had anything to eat for over 24 hours.
Anyway, where was she?
The trees began to thin out, and Ziva realized that she was approaching a road. She knew that the road would be easier to walk on… But what if R'phael saw her? But there would also be other people coming along the road… right?
She decided to try the road, but kept close to the edge. She would see the headlights… and she knew that their car was a black Volvo anyway.
The shack was in the middle of nowhere, and so was the road. She had been walking for… what… four hours? And, still, she hadn't reached anything. Then, she saw a blurry black blob in the distance.
The security toll bridge thing that they had passed in the car? Possibly.
As she walked on, she realized that it was. Then disaster hit.
Headlights.
Ziva stumbled into the undergrowth by the side of the road. The car was… what? About two hundred, possibly three hundred metres away. They counted have seen her… right?
She tried to focus on the rapidly approaching vehicle. It was black… Was it Volvo?
As the car approached, Ziva tried to work out who it was. No idea whatsoever.
The vehicle was less than ten metres away.
It isn't R'phael's car! Ziva realized, and her lips twitched into a smile.
She stepped back onto the road, and tried to hail the car.
The tires squealed as the car drew to a sudden halt. The car doors opened, and four people stepped out.
"Ziva!"
A/N: There you go! It was a a little shorter, sorry. Please review!
Phrasebook:
Ani mitz'ta'er. Ara cha cho kvah: I am sorry. It was uncomfortable.
Ani lo latzrah: I will not
Aby yaztar chry shvy: I am a captive, too.
Chvay eem avy: Come with me
Lo. Ani lo ivral: No. I cannot.
Ata lavvad: You go
Toda raba: Thanks a lot
AYAH HAYA: Where is she
Ani ldat lo: I don't know
Amvad ly: Tell me
Lo: No
Amvad. Ly: Tell. Me.
Ata Sharlila: You bitch