Chapter 9
Tony's eyes fluttered. He felt the tentacles of unconsciousness slipping away from him. He tried to grasp onto them not wanting to awaken to the predicament that he found himself in.
But he couldn't hold on he found himself emerging, like breaking the surface of water in a cold, black lake. He lifted his head up and found he was looking at his partner. She must be sleeping her head was hung and her chest gave away her steady breathing.
Tony had the sudden urge to brush her hair away from her face. He didn't know why but he just wanted to hold her and protect her from whatever the world decided to throw at them.
Tony noticed that Ziva was starting to come around and a smile flashed across his face. Ziva raised her head and blinked a few times.
"Well Good Morning Zee-Vah!" Tony smirked
"Good Morning." Ziva's reply was half- hearted, her eyes kept following the burns up and down the right side of the face. At least the alcohol had helped with the healing process, it also reduced the chance of infection. Even so Tony's body had been mutilated in a horrific way and it made the Mossad trained officer angry beyond comprehension. Torture to herself she could deal with. During her time in Somalia she had come up with ways of blocking the pain. Of 'damming it up' so that she would not speak. But when she was forced to endure Tony being hurt it cut through her like a knife. It created cracks in her dam, threatening to release the reservoir of emotions that lay behind.
Ziva looked up at the door as it began to swing open. She looked at the man in more detail, whenever she saw him she felt this nagging feeling inside her telling her that she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place her toe on it – no wait that wasn't right. Never mind, Ziva desperately racked her brain for where she new this man from but she just didn't know.
The man walked in. There was a certain cockiness to his step, from every pore of his body he oozed power and control.
Today though the man was followed by two of his accomplises, as always they were wearing masks which made their faces unreadable.
"Raise your hands!" The man commanded, unlike last time Ziva offered no resistance knowing that if she did the mans frustration would be taken out on Tony and not her.
The men unbound her hands and she lifted them above her head and the two men carried her off to the water pipe where once again she was zip tied.
"Now Miss David, you haven't been very helpful have you?" The man waved his finger back and forth in front of her.
She spat at him, the man wiped the blood flecked saliva from his expensive linen suit. With a quick flick of his wrist he slapped Ziva round the face. She raised her head up and smiled, a trick that she had learned from Tony, even the darkest of Evil flees at the break of a smile.
"You have made us wait a long time Miss David and my men have become – agitated, impatient."
Tony's head shot up, he knew where this was going.
"Don't you even think about it you twisted son of a bitch!" Tony yaked at his bounds, he didn't care if the man had found his weak spot. All he knew was that he had to stop Ziva from being hurt.
"Think about what Mr DiNozzo?" The man grabbed the wound on his back and squeezed, Tony bit down on his lip to stop from crying out. Tony stared at the man.
The man flicked out a knife and returned his attention back to Ziva, he sliced at her shirt and it fell to the floor in tatters.
"So Miss David as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have caused my men to become angry and upset, do you not think that you should offer them some sort of – release?" The man smiled cruelly and nodded towards the two men.
Ziva's face was emotionless, all emotion had disappeared from her face, she knew she could deal with this, she had managed in Somalia, she knew her dam was strong enough.
"You bastard!" Tony screamed, he was desperately tugging at his bonds, trying to break free, deep down he new his attempts where pointless but he didn't care.
The men yanked down Ziva's jeans and left her standing there in only her underwear.
"I am going to hunt you down," Tony spat, the men continued to undress Ziva.
"And lock you in a cold dark room," The men looked at each other, they grabbed Ziva's hair.
"I am going to kill you slowly – all of you!" Tony saw red, he tried desperately tugging at the straps. The man smiled at him.
"Mr DiNozzo I must ask you to remain quiet – you will spoil this for me." The man smirked.
"Ziva look at me!" Tony shouted, Ziva's chocolate eyes met his emerald ones. "I am going to make this all better, I promise, God Ziva I am so sorry!" Tony couldn't hold back the tears they were streaming down his face.
"Please," Tony turned his attentions back to the man "Please – I will do anything."
Tony held his head in shame.
"Now, now Mr DiNozzo, I promised my men." He turned towards them, they had momentarily stopped. "Continue…"
"If you lay a finger on her!" Tony screamed at them. He put all his strength into tugging at the chair. He felt the ties mercilessly cutting into his wrists but he didn't care, he saw red. All of this was to late.
He watched as he saw Ziva tense up, she knew what was coming. Tony knew he had tried everything, he couldn't prevent this. So with tears still streaming down his face he began to hum the song – their song. He saw Ziva smile at him, almost trying to comfort him. Tony knew that this was all pointless. Then one of the masked men stepped in-between Tony and Ziva.
He roughly grabbed her head and yanked it round so she was looking at him.
"I am going to enjoy this!" He smiled cruelly. Ziva closed her eyes and tried to zone out, mentally preparing herself for what was coming next.
Tony hung his head, still humming.
Where are you Gibbs? Tony was filled with anger This is your fault! Tony screamed at himself. He filled himself with self – loathing and anger at Gibbs. Come find her Gibbs, find her.
Okay so I didn't want to go into to much detail on the whole rape thing. But thanks for all your support, really appreciate it. As always the next update will be up as soon as I can – CHIERS!