A.N. This chapter is a little shorter but it ended nicely and I've never been good at long chpaters anyway so I hope you like it and please review if you do (or even if you don't!)

Disclaimer- I only own Alon (And thanks to Black24 for help with names)

Alon tightly bound all the places where he knew there was a broken bone and very carefully wrapped her finger so that it wouldn't hurt as much when they were moving.

He tried to block out the whimpers and moans because he had known Ziva since she was a little girl and if she was anything it was tough so he knew she must have been in so much pain if she was making noises.

"It will be okay Ziva," he said picking her up and frowning when he saw she had blacked out again. "We'll be out of here soon."

He crept through the building, confident where he was going and sure of where he had to avoid guards. It seemed like no time at all he was outside in the courtyard, six men with fully automatic weapons surrounding him.

He didn't pause for a second. He knew his undercover mission would be blown but he would do it for Ziva, never mind the punishment back at Mossad, if he went back at all.

"I'm just moving her," he said, walking straight through the middle of them all before ducking behind a building as soon as he could.

"We're nearly out of here Ziva," he whispered. "Nearly there."

He didn't know how long it would take them to realise that he had moved their prisoner illegitimately so he moved as fast as he could, sticking to the deep shadows the starless night cast and after five minutes he was at the fence, his arms not tired even though Ziva was a dead weight. She hadn't eaten in days and she was as light as a feather.

He saw the guard pass his checkpoint and he knew he had fifty seconds exactly to get the two of them over the other side of the fence and hidden.

Thinking for only a split second, he threw Ziva over his back, grabbing her arms and securing them together before starting to climb.

Thirty-five seconds.

They both fell to the ground with a large thump and a few swear words from Alon. The ground wasn't as nearly as soft as it looked. He didn't stop to check for injuries though, there would be time for that later but no they only had fifteen seconds left. He hoisted Ziva back over his shoulders and set off for nearest cover. A small patch of prickly bushes about twenty metres away was his best bet so he sprinted as fast as he could with Ziva still on his back and managed to throw her and himself behind them just in time.

Five seconds.

He tried to slow his breathing so it wasn't so loud in the silent night but it wasn't the loudest thing when Ziva slowly opened her eyes again.

"See Tony, I told you I could kick your butt," she murmured and Alon quickly shoved a hand over her mouth, hoping the guard patrolling hadn't heard anything.

He wasn't sure if Ziva had slipped back into unconsciousness or if she had understood that she had to be silent amongst her hallucinations but thankfully she stayed quiet at least until the pair were far enough away that no one would be able to see them, let alone hear them.

He walked for what seemed like days yet it was only hours. Finally when it was fully light he fell to the side of the dirt road he was following, pulling Ziva gently down with him and looking into her eyes, well the one that wasn't swelled shut and spoke to her slowly and clearly, hoping so much that she would be able to understand him.

"Ziva, I need you to tell me how they captured you. Do you understand?" he added at her blank look.

"Captured?" she questioned but then seemed to realise what was going on, if only slightly. "Wasn't captured," she whispered. "It was my father, I know it was my father. I told you Tony it's always him, he keeps on pulling me away from you, from NCIS but don't worry, I'll come back. I promise."

"I know you'll come back," he said, hoping that going along with what she was saying would be best for her. "I am going to take you there Ziva."

He knew they should keep on walking; they only had a few minutes before they would find out exactly what had happened so he groaned as he got up, pulled Ziva so once again she was over his shoulders and set off for the group of buildings far off in the distance.