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Once his latest victim loses consciousness, Shane Jones, known to his victims as Jack picks Ziva up, takes her out to his car, and drives her out to Anacostia Park, and dumps her limp body near the river. He waits for a moment, watching with satisfaction as the tide rises towards Ziva. Why would I get all muddy putting her in the river, when the tide will do it for me? He thinks to himself as he walks away casually, silently pleased with himself.
Luckily for Ziva, Shane makes a mistake this time, and leaves her closer to the running track than his other victims. And so, within the hour a young girl, out taking her dog for a walk spots a shape on the ground, half in the water. She looks more closely, and sees that the shape is a body. She quickly jogs over to Ziva, and hesitantly presses her fingers against her neck, feeling for a pulse, whilst trying to ignore the fact that Ziva is completely exposed, bleeding from a gash on the side of her head, and covered from head to toe in dark bruises.
After a tense moment, she feels a pulse, weak and slow, but there. She then pulls out her cell phone, dials 911, and quickly gives the operator the necessary information.
Meanwhile at NCIS, Tony and Mcgee arrive at work, and are surprised not to see Ziva sitting at her desk, waiting for them. They both figure that she will turn up soon, and quickly start working on their current case.
Back by the Anacostia River, two metro cops arrive at the scene. "Oh god." Officer Phillips, a probie says under his breath, then to his partner. "What happened to her?"
His veteran partner, Officer Marshall kneels down beside Ziva, at this point the young girl stands up, and moves away. "She's still alive. What's the ETA on that bus?"
"Two minutes." Officer Phillips reports, then asking. "What should I do?"
After taking a moment to look around, Officer Marshall tells his partner. "It looks like she's been dumped here, but still, look around, and see if you can find some ID." Officer Marshall then takes off his jacket, and gently covers Ziva.
As he does so, Ziva begins to wake up. "Argh..." She cries out in pain. "Wha'?"
"Miss, can you hear me?"
Ziva continues to moan, and she nods weakly. All the time her entire body is wracked by severe shivers.
"There's an ambulance on the way, just hang in there a bit longer." He comforts her as he places his hand gently on her chest, keeping her still. "What's your name Miss?"
Ziva blinks a bit, then answers, her words slurred beyond understanding. "Zeia aveed."
Officer Marshall then gives up on getting any further information from her; he can tell she is concussed.
The ambulance pulls up several minutes later, and the paramedics run over to them. One of the medics, Taylor calls out. "What've we got?"
Officer Marshall calls back to her. "Female, mid twenties, unconscious, assault victim, head trauma, she's freezing."
Taylor and her partner, Dan reach them, and immediately start tending to her. "Has she been conscious at all?"
"Briefly, but she wasn't lucid." Officer Marshall reports as he helps them roll Ziva onto a backboard.
Dan then straps an oxygen mask to her face, and puts an IV cannula into the back of her hand.
They then lift the backboard onto a gurney, and move towards the ambulance.
In the ambulance, Taylor is in the back with Ziva. Reporting to the hospital by radio. "University Hospital, we're en route with a mid twenties female, possible skull fracture, mild hypothermia, probable sexual assault. ETA is four minutes."
The ambulance arrives at University Hospital several minutes later. And Ziva is immediately wheeled into an exam room. Dr Weston orders a head CT scan, to check for a brain injury, but given Ziva's now much more lucid state, she is doing this just as a precaution. Now they are much more concerned about the time she spent in the freezing water.
As Dr Weston is talking to a nurse, Ziva pulls the multiple blankets off herself, weakly sits up, and tries to climb off the bed. Luckily, they catch her before she hits the floor. "Miss, you have to lie down, we need to find out that you're alright."
Ziva continues to fight them, weakly as she is already worn out again. "No, I have to go. I'm late for work."
Dr Weston motions for the nurse to back off, she has seen women in this state far too often not to realise that she's been sexually assaulted. "If you tell us your name, we can call your work, they'll understand."
"No, I can't, they can't know, please just let me go home." Ziva is close to begging, but at the same time she's fighting to remain conscious.
"Alright, we won't call anyone." Dr Weston assures her. "But we really need to check that you're alright before we let you leave. I'll make it as quick as possible, okay?"
Ziva nods wearily, then saying. "Okay. But I have to get to work, I'm already late."
Dr Weston looks at her questioningly, after all Ziva's been through, why would she be in such a rush to get back to work? "Even if all the tests come back clear, we'll need to keep you in for observation because of the mild hypothermia you've suffered. And then you'll need to take at the very least a couple of days off. I know you want to go back to work, but you'd be putting your health at serious risk." She then asks Ziva. "Can you please tell me your name? I promise not to call anyone unless you want me to."
Ziva hesitates for a moment before tiredly answering. "Ziva David."
"Ziva. My name's Nancy." She says kindly, trying to gain Ziva's trust and cooperation. "Ziva, what do you remember about last night?"
Ziva thinks for a moment. "It is all blurry, I was at a club, there was a guy, then nothing. What the hell happened to me?"
"The blood tests we've done have shown that last night you ingested a date rape drug, rohypnol, and there's a cut on the side of your head which indicates that you were probably struck with something. The police are investigating."
"You need to do a rape kit, right?" Ziva says, not looking forward to it, but knowing that if she can't remember what happened it's needed.
Dr Weston is surprised at Ziva's frankness about something that is so unmentionable to most women. "Yes. How did you-"
"I'm Mossad ....working as a liaison to NCIS." Ziva answers growing increasingly weak, the shivering worsening.
Dr Weston pulls the blankets up higher. "Okay, then I'm sure you know the routine. Do I have your consent?"
After hesitating slightly, Ziva replies. "Okay."
An hour later, Dr Weston and a nurse are just finishing up the exam. Dr Weston looks up at Ziva, and says. "We're almost done. We'll leave you to rest in a minute, but before we do I need to speak to you about whether you want to be tested for HIV, it's-"
Through her tears, Ziva tells her. "Do it."
TBC...
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