So here's the next chapter. It's a little later than I wanted because I didn't have access to a computer the other day. I put in a few more scenes for the character who are more minor for this fic so I hope you like it!!

When Gibbs woke, he quickly analyzed and recognized the situation. Tony's eyes followed him as he stood and walked over to Ziva where she was curled up against the seat. He knelt down next to her and lifted her chin so they looked into each other's eyes. Ziva looked for a moment, trembling, before she burst into tears and threw herself into Gibbs' arms. He held her and rocked her as she cried.

Gibbs held Ziva until she fell back asleep. He slowly pulled her from his arms before lifting her frail body and laying it back onto the make-shift bed. He then went back to sit down between Tony and McGee and promptly fell asleep. Tony sat there in the silence until finally, his eyes slowly closed and he drifted off to sleep.

Ziva sat quietly in the chair. The door opened and Saleem walked in. There was something in his hand, but Ziva couldn't see it. He put out his cigarette on her arm before tossing it to the ground. Then, with a sudden burst of energy he swung his arm around knocked the chair over with Ziva in it. She let out a yell of pain as she and the chair toppled to the floor. He showed her the object in his hand. It was a knife.

"You know how much pain I can cause with this if I put it in the right spot," Saleem smiled sadistically, "What are Mossad's plans concerning Operation Dragon?"

Then, as Saleem walked menacingly toward her with the knife, Ziva whimpered.

"Please," she begged as he brought the knife down towards her, "I do not know what you are talking about. Please."

He ignored her cry for help and slashed at the bottoms of her feet.

She let out a frightening cry of pain.

McGee was the first of the team to wake. He watched silently from his seat as the MT who was still with them woke, checked on Ziva, and left. It wasn't long before Ziva started struggling in her sleep, fighting off an invisible attacker. She let out a yell of pain and a few seconds later, she whimpered. McGee could have never even pictured Ziva whimpering until this moment. It was so unbefitting of her character. He was almost afraid to be prepared to talk to Ziva when she woke. He didn't know what she'd be like, what all the terrible things she'd been through might have done to her.

"Please," she begged in her sleep, "I don't know what you're talking about. Please."

She emitted a frightening cry, pain obvious in her voice.

"Ziva," he ran over to her and shook her awake, "Ziva it's okay. It's over. He's dead. It's okay."

Ziva sat up and looked at McGee, her eyes red and wet and her lip quivering.

"Are you all right Ziva?"

Ziva's breath hitched before she was able to answer the question, "I am fine Tim."

"Sure you are Ziva," Gibbs' voice came out of nowhere, startling them.

They both jumped and looked up at Gibbs from the ground as he walked past them.

"Now where's the damn coffee on this plane?" Gibbs muttered to himself.

"Dunno boss," Tony interjected, once again surprising the two people on the floor.

"I didn't ask you Dinozzo," Gibbs turned on his heel and left in search of coffee.

"So, have a nice night Ziva?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"Tony she-"

Tony cut McGee off before Ziva could shush him, "I didn't ask you, Mc-Snore-a-lot."

By the time Tony finished his sentence, Gibbs was back with two mugs of coffee.

"Oh thanks boss," Tony reached for one of the cups.

"Not for you Dinozzo," Gibbs handed the second mug down to Ziva, who grasped the mug with trembling fingers and took a sip.

"Thanks Gibbs," she mumbled.

"Uh huh," he acknowledged her.

Ta Da!!!! He he. Hope you guys liked it!! Feel free to give me tips and advice or ideas for the next chapters!! I love reviews!!