Disclaimer: JAG and all of it's characters are the property of Bella-sorry-a$$ productions. (Sorry about the typo- Bellasarius Productions)

Rating: I'm not exactly sure if this should be rated PG- 13 or R. I mean, it's only got violence in it (so far), but if a fourteen year old like me can write an NC- 17

            Rated story, surely someone of the same age can read that story? It is only rated PG- 13 at the moment, but the rating may change.

A/N: Just a little something I wrote when I was bored.

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1200 ZULU

Afghanistan

Unknown Location

The cold water swirled around Mac's head, and she struggled to rise to the surface for air, but was held there. When she could no longer control the urge for air, she started seeing stars. She automatically took a deep breath in and started choking as water filled her mouth and nose. She started struggling and was pulled out of the water by the hand on her neck. As she coughed a voice talked in her ear.

"What do you know about the operations of the CIA in Iran and Pakistan?" he asked. Mac refused, yet again to answer and her head was roughly pushed in to the water- filled tub. She held her breath until she no longer could and was wrenched up out of the water when she started coughing. She gasped for air as she was pulled up and the man yelled in her ear.

"What was your business here in Afghanistan Colonel Mackenzie?" he asked yet again. She stayed silent, refusing to surrender information to a terrorist. Besides, she could put up with her head been underwater for a little bit longer.

"You can't kill me you know," she said through gritted teeth, as his grip tightened on his neck. "Otherwise you'll never get any information out of me." She didn't know why she said it, but she felt the need to retaliate somehow to what they were doing to her. He leaned in to her ear and spoke softly.

"But we don't want to kill you Colonel. You can't get information that way. You get information through torture. And believe me Colonel, this is not torture," he said, shoving her head under the water. A dull ache was beginning to pound in her head, partly because of his hard grip on her neck, partly because of holding her breath for so long and partly because of the coldness of the water. The time duration of which she was able to hold her breath was getting shorter and shorter. He pulled her dripping head out of the water again and asked her another question, which she didn't hear. She felt dizzy. He spun her around to face him, and she stumbled, disoriented. He grabbed her by the back of her DCPU shirt and prevented her from falling.

"Answer me you bitch!" He slapped her and her head flew to he side. She blinked. There was no one else in the room. He pulled his arm back ready to hit her again and she launched at his stomach with her closed fist. She was weak from days without food, but he doubled over in surprise. She wrenched out of his grasp and tried the door. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was unlocked. She was even more relieved when she found there to be no guards out side the door. She took off running when she heard him yelling for help.

She had no idea where she was going, but she ran for her life. Her footsteps echoed off the low ceiling and men were yelling in Afghani behind her. Her legs were moving as fast as they could, but her muscles were aching and she was drained of energy. The voices were getting closer. She took three quick turns, hoping to lose them. No such luck. They came straight after her. She rounded another corner. And came face to face with Sadik and two of his men. She stopped in horror. She couldn't go back and she couldn't go forward. She chose forwards. She pushed Sadik out of the way before they could do anything and kept running. The sound of a gunshot echoed through the narrow passageway and she crumbled to the ground, a pain burning in her leg.

She stood, and started limping away. She knew she had lost. She heard the catch click off a second gun, but Sadik speaking in English.

"No. She cannot run now," he spoke to the man that had been with her in the room. "What are you to let a woman get the better of you? A woman who has been starved for three days and is sick?" Mac felt some slight satisfaction at that. She heard Sadik come up behind her and he pushed her to the ground. She rolled over and aimed a kick at him, catching him on his knee. Hard. He swore and kicked her back. She rolled over to get to her feet again, but he placed a booted foot in the middle of her back and forced her flat on the ground.

He forced her arm up behind her back and she winced in pain. He was pulling it too far. He was speaking to her now.

"Colonel, you are going to get into big trouble one day." He pulled her arm back further and there was an odd splintering sound as her wrist broke. She cried out in pain. "Colonel, if you think this is pain, this is nothing compared to what you will experience if you do not talk to us soon." He wrenched her to her feet, pulling her with her broken arm. Silent tears slid down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. Sadik was unguarded, open and vulnerable to anything she might do now. She pulled back and punched him hard on the jaw, and kicked him where it hurt. He fell to the floor and she spat on him, looking down at him. He swore at her again. The two men that had been with him before ran up to Mac and grabbed her arms. Her wrist protested as they forced her arms behind her back. Sadik stood up and wiped away a spot of blood that had formed at the corner of his mouth. She smiled grimly to herself, glad that she had inflicted some injury on this man, proved that she was not that weak.

He stood in front of her and glared at her. The next thing she knew she was doubled over in pain