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'I do not think the CIA has been this willing to help sense -' Ziva started to say but stopped as she and Tony rounded the counter and she saw just who Mr. CIA actually was. Her heart felt like it would pound out of her chest and although she could hear Tony talking to her, her brain wasn't processing anything he was saying. She could feel her hands start to shake and knew she had to leave so she ran to the back stairwell and ran as fast as she could down to the autopsy.
She opened her eyes and saw the same dusty room they have been keeping her in. Whenever Ziva was first captured they would move her often so that it would be harder to escape, but after being here for two months she has given up hope of ever escaping. She has been refusing to eat, hopefully, her body will shut down soon and she will be done living through this hell. The hinges of the heavy door creaked as one of the men walked into her cell.
From where she was laying down, Ziva could see a crowbar in one hand and chains in the other. After the man got there, he dropped the chains, grabbed her face, and said, 'Watch me.' She tried to look away from him as he chained up her arms and legs, tried her hardest to mentally escape from that place, but every time the man saw her eyes closed or even looking in different directions, he would slam the crowbar against her ribs. Ziva tried her hardest to mentally prepare herself, she would not give him the satisfaction he wanted, he was one of the worst in the camp, the only one, other than Saleem, to come to her cell alone.
As Ziva tried to zone out, the man finally decided what he was going to do to her. He pulled her body until it was lying flat and started to bash the crowbar into her feet. Ziva gasped out of pain but that just made to man smile. After seeing the man smile at her pain, she refused to make any more noise, knowing he would enjoy it. The man looked at her and smiled as he saw blood trickle down her face from her biting her lip. After he felt her feet were bad enough for her not to walk for a while, he started to pull off her pants.
Ziva felt what he was doing and knew what he was going to do so she tried to focus on anything else. She focused on how safe she feels when Gibbs hugs her, she hadn't felt that safe since her Ima died. She thought about how Ari used to play tag with her and Tali and how he would chase them for what felt like them forever. She thought about how Eli used to be before he put his country before his family. She tried not to think about Tony but as always, he crashed into her thoughts without a warning. His smile. His laugh. Everything about Tony brought tears to her eyes, and she prayed that he was okay. After the man finished, he looked at her and laughed. He walked out of Ziva's cell without a word, leaving Ziva chained up and bare. When Ziva heard the door close she took a deep breath and finally let herself cry.
8
When Ziva burst into autopsy in hysterics, Ducky and Gibbs didn't hesitate to rush to her. Gibbs, who was one of the two people that had seen her like this before knew that there was no point in trying to get her to talk until, she calms down, so he held her tight.
'Breathe Ziver,' Gibbs said as he slowly ran a hand up and down her back.
He was very glad that McGee and Palmer went up to Abby a few minutes earlier. Gibbs thought about the case and tried to find anything that could upset her this much, but failed to come up with anything. Ducky watched the way Gibbs held Ziva and knew this was not the first time she has gone to him when she was upset like this. He knew that both of them struggled to show affection, Ziva because of how she was raised, and Gibbs, well because he's Gibbs.
Despite his curiosity, Ducky was glad that the two were comfortable sound each other, it could heal a lot of their wounds. Ziva finally got control of her breathing, but would not let go of Gibbs.
Once Gibbs realized that she was calming down, but that she wasn't letting go, he decided to speak with her. 'Ziver, what happened?' Ziva hesitated, but eventually said,
'He's here.'
'Who's here Ziva?' Gibbs asked as he slowly pulled her back so he could look at her.
He tried to look her in the eye but realized she was avoiding eye contact. He put his hand on her cheek and waited before saying,
'Ziver you gotta talk to me, now what going on? Who's here?'
Ziva froze as she realized what exactly was going on, she slowly pulled further away from Gibbs and glanced at Ducky. Ducky took that as his cue to leave, so he looked at Gibbs but left the room to give the two space to talk.
'Agent Aaden Harris, I do not know how but I know that it is him,' Ziva started when she heard the doors close as Ducky left.
She tried to keep her breathing even as she spoke, she was already embarrassed by the small scene she just caused and knew that she had worried her surrogate father. She had a hard time concentrating because every time she closed her eyes she was back in her cell, back in that hellhole, back to the feeling of constant helplessness.
'Who is he Ziver?"
'He is-was, he was one of Saleem's men, I think he was his right hand, I do know that he was worse them Saleem, the things he would do-' She cut herself off as the images came back to her. She took in a shaky breath and tried to continue but Gibbs stopped her by pulling her to him softly. He held her tight and kissed her forehead as he tried to process what he was just told. From what he knew, Saleem and all of his men were dead. He didn't understand how any of the bastards made it out alive and why the dipshit decided to come to NCIS because surely if he was close to Saleem he would know that Ziva had ties here.
'It doesn't matter why but the bastard is here.' Gibbs thought to himself. 'Where is he kid?'
'He is, or he was in the bullpen, Tony and I were going to talk to him.' Ziva suddenly pulled away from him and went to leave the room before Gibbs grabbed her arm. Where are you going?'
'He is alone with Tony.' She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to her it was.
Gibbs and Ziva rushed off of the elevator to try and find the two agents, but they only found tony alone at his desk. When Tony saw them, he stood up fast and rushed to Ziva. While trying to figure out what happened and why she ran off, he searched her face for anything that could help him, but she had that damn wall up.
'Where's the CIA officer?' Gibbs said, wanting to get his hands on the bastard.
'He left right after Ziva did, had some excuse about an old case. He said he'll be in touch.'
