Thank you so much for your reviews! I continued on but this is the last chapter. I think all that needs to be said is said here. If I made it too OOC, I'm sorry! Enjoy!

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"So, you want to know about Somalia…."

Tony just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. He could tell she was struggling with what to say next, so he just said, "take all the time you need."

She gave him a small, grateful smile. Ziva didn't really want to talk about what happened but she knew that if she didn't people would constantly ask her about it, only pissing her off even more. She and Tony had been through so much together, had shared so much already, he was her safest bet.

So they just sat, in silence, on his couch for a few minutes. He was staring at her; she was staring at the floor. Finally she turned towards him and leaned back against the arm rest; he copied her movements against the other one.

After a minute more she finally had the courage to look into his waiting eyes and began again:

"When Salim and his men captured me, they put me in the room that you and McGee were in. For the first two weeks it was all about 'tell me about Mossad, NCIS, any information you have on other agencies.' He used every trick that you can think of; beating, mutilation, starvation, dunking me in water, using electricity etc. He liked the popular torture methods," she chuckled sadly. "Of course I could handle all of that. Mossad trained me to handle just about every technique imaginable." She stopped and started staring at their legs, which were basically intertwined with each other.

Tony's eyes hadn't left her the whole time. He watched her pick at a string that was coming out of the couch. He didn't want to prod her for more since she was willing to share but he knew that she might stop there if she took a break in talking. "There's more, isn't there?" he asked her.

"Yes."

"What happened after those two weeks?"

At this point she got up and walked to the window. It had started raining halfway through their movie. She followed one rain drop that was traveling slowly down the window. Tony stayed on the couch, watching her closely.

Ziva took a deep breath and then continued.

"Well, that was when the severe beatings and torturing happened. I was still beaten after that but it was not for information. It did not seem as though he cared that much for information. When he realized that he was not going to get anything from me he stopped." She stopped talking again. She took a minute to clean up the mess they made, trying to pretend that that was it. That there was no more. Before returning to the living room she grabbed a couple of beers.

Tony wished that she would stop putting off completing her story. He wanted it to be quick, like pulling off a band aid. But again he couldn't push her. So he just sat there and waited for her to return. His mind started wondering over what she has already said. He wanted to know every detail but there was a lil' nudge in the back of his head told him that he didn't need to know all the details about her being tortured. There was something else coming; something that haunted her even more than being beaten. Like she said, Mossad trained her to deal with all of that. Obviously they skipped a lesson. He was brought out of his reverie when a beer was put in front of his face. "Here," was all she said. Once Tony took his beer she situated herself back on the couch and just looked at him. The silence was killing him so he decided to push just a little bit.

"You're still holding out on me," he said.

'Deny,' a voice in her head said. So she complied, "No I'm not."

"Oh really? You can't lie to me Zee. Remember what I said about your eyes never shutting up?"

'Damn,' she thought.

"Well, it was thirty men, in the middle of nowhere, and their only captive just happened to be a woman. I am sure you can guess what happened for the next three and a half months."

Before she even finished saying 'nowhere' Tony had jumped up from the couch and started pacing the floor. Of course he wanted the whole truth. He wanted to know everything, and he knew what she had to say would be hard to hear but he was still unprepared for it. The only thought running through his head was 'those bastards used my best friend as a sex toy; they better be glad that they're dead.'

Ziva knew better than to try and calm him down. It would be completely useless. She could see the rage rolling off him like waves. There was a hurricane going on in his head. She decided to just wait for the storm to pass. It was easier than she thought to block him out. All she had to do was focus on not crying. Before Somalia, she would never even think of crying. It was something that Mossad frowned upon. In fact, Mossad frowned upon any emotion so she learned not to show any period. But during Somalia, Salim and his men was able to break through that barrier. Now she had to watch herself when it came to emotions.

After about ten minutes of nothing but silence Tony finally spoke up while continuing his pacing.

"Is that it?"

His voice startled her slightly but it was enough to break her concentration and allow a single tear to flow freely down her cheek. She choked out an almost inaudible, "yes."

Her voice made him stop and look at her. When he did she was looking right at him and he could tell that she was trying not to cry. If it's one thing he knows about Ziva, whether it be the old one or the new one, it's that she doesn't like to cry. Of course the new one wasn't as ashamed of herself when she felt the urge to cry but she still didn't want to. 'Baby steps,' is what he thought to himself. She said what she had to say and she only needed for someone to listen to her.

Tony walked over to the coffee table and sat down on it right in front of her, first wiping away that stray tear and then placing his hands on her knees. "I take it that's why you've been taking this case hard. You could relate. I know that this isn't over for you. You're gonna be living with what happened for the rest of your life. I'm glad that you trust me enough to tell me what happened. And I know that there are still some things that you still need to get out and when you're ready to talk about it more, I'm here for you. Like you said in the men's room that one time, I always have your back. Nothing's gonna change that."

The tears were threatening to spill over but she held them back as she said, "Yes, it is. And I know."

"Well," he said as sitting down on the couch beside her, rubbing her knee softly, "we have some cupcakes left and they're doing a midnight screening of the classic It's a Wonderful Life at the park. We can eat the rest of the cupcakes and watch my all-time favorite movie." The classic Dinozzo grin was upon his face causing Ziva to smile.

"What if I want to watch my favorite movie, Tony? Have you ever thought about that?" she asked playfully.

"Oh God Zee! I am never watching The Sound of Music with you ever again!" Tony exclaimed.

This caused her to produce a big belly laugh. "It was not that bad."

"Easy for you to say. You sang every song, verrrrry loudly."

"Oh, so I cannot sing? Is that what you are trying to say Tony?" She sounded so serious but Tony saw that small glint of playfulness in her eyes.

He decided to join in the 'seriousness,' "I wouldn't quit my day job if I were you."

The serious look on his face caused more laughter to erupt from Ziva. "Ok Tony, I will grab the rest of the cupcakes and we can go to park."

He went to go grab a couple of blankets while she went into the kitchen to get the cupcakes. As Tony was putting on his coat he saw that she only had a hoodie. "Did you not bring a coat? It's cold outside."

"No, I did not plan on being outside for long," she replied.

"Oh ok. Well here, you can put this jacket on over top of your hoodie so you don't catch a cold." He handed her his Ohio State jacket.

Normally, she would decline any offers like that but it was really cold outside. It was December in DC after all.

"Thank you Tony." She put on his jacket and Tony started heading out the door but a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned to look at the person who was attached to the hand.

"I mean it. Thank you for listening to me and not trying to push me. Most people would have prodded me for more information. Thank you." For the second time that night, her eyes welled up a little but she was able to control it.

"Well, what are friends for?" And there was that Dinozzo grin again.

"Definitely not telling them they are horrible at singing," she chuckled and slapped his arm while walking out of the apartment.

"Hey, I was only joking with you," he said as he locked the door.

"Riiiight."

So they walked down the sidewalk to the park laughing and talking about the epic prank they pulled on poor Edward Franks in the cubicle right behind Ziva yesterday. Both were glad to be working on their friendship again. It was something they both missed. They knew it was going to be a hard road with sharp turns and many bumps, but in the end it would be worth it to have their best friend back.

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