So here's the next chapter!! Don't expect updates to always be this fast. This is really quick for me. The italics are dreams of memories from her time as a captive. I hope you enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I'm not that amazing!!

Warning: This chapter contains rape.

Sometime while the MT's were checking her, Ziva passed out. When they finished doing what they could with the limited equipment they had, the redressed her and set her on a makeshift bed of a few blankets on the floor of the plane. Tony went to sit next to Gibbs and McGee in one of the seats on the side of the plane. The MT's had for the most part, moved to another part of the plane. Only was stayed along to keep an eye on Ziva. He was sitting on a seat on the other side of the plane.

No one spoke. The silence was uncomfortable, but Tony didn't want to break it with and inappropriate comment so he said nothing. Instead he sat silently, watching Ziva's tiny body emit ragged breaths.

Even through her clothes he could see her bones jutting out. It explained why it's been so easy to carry her onto the plane. A couple of her fingers were black and blue. Thankfully she'd been unconscious when the MT's had cracked them back into place. Her eyes were sunken, the circles underneath them so dark and deep he was sure they'd never fully disappear.

Tony was so engrossed in his inspection of Ziva that he hadn't noticed the others fall asleep until he moved his eyes away from her. Next to him, Gibbs was fast asleep where he sat. On the other side of Gibbs, McGee was curled up on two seats, lightly snoring. The MT calmly lay sleeping on his row of seats. Tony was tired too, but he could not sleep with all the thoughts running through his mind.

He glanced back at Ziva. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. Tony closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

She was sitting curled up in the corner of what she had come to know as her prison cell. Her body was so sore all over it hurt to move. She flinched when the door opened.

Saleem walked through with one of his men.

"Hold her," her torturer ordered the other.

As the man did so Saleem dropped his pants.

Ziva's eyes widened as the man grabbed her and held her down, "No."

Saleem merely chuckled as he came towards her.

"Please," she begged, struggling to get away from the man holding her down, "please no."

She could feel tears coming on as Saleem continued to walk slowly toward her. He reached down and pulled her pants to her ankles.

"Please don't," she sobbed, "please."

He sat down on top of her.

She screamed.

"No," Ziva's voice rang out.

Tony looked back at her, expecting her to be awake. She wasn't.

"Please," she cried out again, "please no."

He could hear the terror in her voice. He rushed over to her, kneeling at her side.

"Shh, Ziva. It's okay," he brushed her hair from her face with one hand while grabbing her hand with his other. Still asleep, she attempted to fight him off.

"Please don't," she sobbed, "please."

She screamed as her eyes flew open and she sat up.

"Ziva," he whispered as he put his arms around her in an attempt to comfort her.

She pushed away and turned from him as she immediately cut off her sobs.

"Ziva," he tried again.

"I wish to be left alone," she said coldly.

Tony fell silent. They sat that way for a minute, silence but for McGee's snoring.

"Are you okay," Tony finally asked, unable to stand the silence.

"I am fine," she snapped back.

Ziva leaned back against a seat, visibly shaking. Tony pulled himself back into his own seat, all the while keeping his eyes directly on her. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, but quickly lowered her eyes; as if afraid he would punish her for looking at her. He could see dried tears streaked across her face. A wet one slowly rolled down her cheeks.

They sat that way for several hours, Ziva staring at her feet silently, and Tony just watching her.

Well, there it is!! I hope you liked it even if it is a little dark. Reviews are much appreciated!!