"I think they have stopped bleeding," Ziva said as she gently dabbed at the slashes on Tony's back with a piece of her sleeve she'd torn off.
"Doesn't really hurt anymore," he lied. "How are you feeling?"
"I am fine," she said as he turned back to sit against the wall next to her. "But I can not sleep."
"I can't either. Wonder how long it'll take for them to find us," he said, and suddenly the door burst open and he threw his body in front of Ziva. "You leave her alone!" he shouted as the men entered and stalked toward them. "Don't take her! Take me!"
"Tony, no!" she yelled, but the men pulled at her anyway.
"No! Please leave her alone! I'll take her place!" he yelled, but they shut the door. "Ziva!" he panicked; his hands lay still on the door knowing there was nothing he could do. His forehead pressed against the cold metal and he squeezed his eyes closed as fear ran through his body.
But then he heard them returning to the door. Surprised, he took a few steps back. When the door opened, he expected them to take him and leave Ziva, but Ziva wasn't with them. They grabbed his arms and pulled him out into the darkened room. He felt them let go of him and he fell to the floor.
A dim spot light turned on over him revealing Ziva at his side on the floor. "You okay?" he asked, turning toward her. She nodded once, and they tried to peer out through the darkness. But the only thing they saw was of table within the parameter of the light around them. He stood. "What is this?" Tony yelled.
"The arena, Agent DiNozzo," said a voice from the darkness.
"Are we putting on a show?" he joked.
"As a matter of fact, yes."
Tony squinted at the response, looking around the room. "Oh-ho-kay," he laughed. "Alright, I get it! We're being Punk'd, right? Hidden cameras?"
"This isn't a joke," the voice rang out. Tony's smile faded.
"What is it, then?" he asked. There was a silence. Tony turned to look at Ziva who stood up beside him.
"This is where you're given a choice."
"Are one of the choices 'going home'? 'Cause that's the one I pick...definitely," Tony said with seriousness on his face.
"You have two choices," the voice was undeterred by his comment. "The first, you fuck her, and we watch."
Tony swallowed, astonished and slightly confused by the man's suggestion. "Look...I know you didn't go to all this trouble for a personal porn show," he looked at Ziva who was equally taken back by what the voice had said.
"The second, " the voice continued, "I fuck her, and you watch." Tony bit down on his tongue. "Personally, I wouldn't mind the latter." He felt Ziva's hand on his arm and he turned to look at her. There was apprehension in her eyes.
"I don't...I-" he stumbled over his words. "I don't want to hurt her..." he finally told the voice.
"It's you or me," the voice said. "And I will not be gentle."
"Tony," Ziva barely whispered. His eyes met hers. "I do not want him to touch me again," she told him.
"Zee, he's asking me to rape you. I can't...I- don't ask me to hurt you," he shook his head and his eyes pleaded with hers.
"It is you or him. Please," her eyes pleaded with him. "You will not hurt me," she blinked back tears. His hands were shaking and she took them in hers. "I am not afraid," she whispered, the shaking in her voice betraying her statement.
"Yes you are," he whispered and his chin chattered as though he were freezing.
The sinister voice called out from the shadows, "You have three minutes to make your decision. I have a phone call to make."
*~.~*
"The dead cab driver wasn't the guy who was in the cab when it picked up Tony and Ziva," Abby said to Gibbs and McGee. "There was another set of prints on the steering wheel. I've been running them through AFIS but I haven't gotten a hit yet."
"We don't have time, Abs," Gibbs said, "He's gonna call any minute."
"I know, Gibbs. That's why I ran the substance that was left with the prints. It's oil."
"Oil on a cab steering wheel isn't surprising, Abby," he said.
"Normally, I would agree. But the oil I found is specifically engineered for high power diesel trucks. The guy we're looking for was working in some kind of garage," she said as she pulled up some information on the screen. "McGee found the surveillance feed from the intersection near where the cab was found, and we didn't see the exchange happen, but there were only three vehicles that took that particular road around that time."
"We ran all three plates," McGee chimed in. "One of the registered owners stands out," he clicked on the file and a VA driver's license came up. "Edward Yates."
"One of the suspects in the Langly case," Gibbs concluded.
"And current owner of a truck and SUV mechanics shop ten miles from here."
"Let's go, McGee."
*~.~*
Tony stood in front of Ziva, his heart going a mile a minute, pounding in his chest with fear. They were really going to make him do this. He couldn't hurt her; he couldn't live with himself if he hurt her...
"Tony," she said and she put her hands on his chest. "Tony, look at me." His eyes focused on hers. "It is just you and me. Pretend no one else is here. Just you and me." His eyes became red. Her hand went up to his face, stroking it lightly with her thumb. He mimicked her actions with his own hands, but his mouth frowned... He didn't want to hurt her.
"Get with it already," the voice rang from the darkness. Tony clamped his eyes shut as the man's voice only reminded him again where they were. "Take off her pants and sit her on the table." Tony felt himself being pulled forward and he opened his eyes. Ziva was leading them to the table.
"Ziva..." he protested. "As much as I've...wanted to..."
"Tony, do what he says," she whispered to him.
"Zee," his eyes looked out into the darkness. She had to make him focus. It meant their survival. It meant her having some kind of choice in all of this. She closed the space between them and pulled his face to hers, kissing him.
"Just you and me, Tony," she whispered and kissed him again. He closed his eyes, willing himself to believe her. His hands went to her head and he returned the kiss. She took his hands and lowered them to the top of her pants.
His head pulled slightly away and his eyes darted around. This would be more difficult then she'd thought. Though his concern for her was endearing and heartfelt, if he wouldn't give in, she would be in much greater danger of being hurt by their captor.
"Tony," she whispered to him so he'd look her in the eyes. And when he did, she helped his fingers to grip the top of her pants and begin lowering them. He swallowed again as he let go and they fell to the floor. She held his hands as she stepped out of them, her shoes coming off with them. He glanced down and then at her eyes again.
"You..." he hesitated to ask her, and she realized he was questioning why she hadn't worn panties. The corner of her mouth turned up at him. And suddenly, as if the grin had pulled him into the bubble she was hoping to bring him into, he smirked at her.
"What makes you think I ever wear them?" she asked. His face relaxed with her.
"Enough with the pillow talk," the man's voice said from the shadows. And she watched Tony's face once again furrow with uncertainty; his eyes becoming distant again.
"Just you and me," she took his face in her hands again and made him look at her. Her hands slid from his face down his chest and to the button on his pants. He flinched.
"It's not supposed to be this way," he told her, his voice shaking as she opened the button. His hands went to hers. "I don't wanna hurt you, Ziva..."
"You will not," she brushed her face against his cheek as she lowered the zipper. His hands remained on hers as he hid his face in her shoulder. "Just you and me," she slipped her hand into the front of his pants, cupping him through his boxers, and his breath hitched at the contact.
He tried to fight the arousal she stirred within him. He tried...but he was quickly growing against her hand. He wanted to pull her hands away. But they went of their own volition to her elbows, and his hips involuntarily thrust into her palm. "Zee... I'm sorry," he started to pull away.
"Tony," she pulled him back to her and kissed him again. His eyes closed as she kissed him with such passion. He was lost in her, if only for a few moments. She pulled him from his boxers after she pulled the offending material down a bit.
"Put her on the table already," the voice said. Tony pulled away and searched the shadows.
"Help me, Tony," Ziva called to him as she backed up to the table. Hesitantly, he stepped to her, putting his hands on her hips and lifting her to sit on the edge of the table. He was shaking even more now and she tried to reassure him. Her hands went to his waist and she put her face close to his, trying to draw his attention back to her. His eyes met hers but darted away. "Tony, you have to," she tried to hold her tears at bay as she inwardly cursed these people who were forcing this upon them. Tony shook his head. "I want you to," she told him in a whisper.
"You're just saying that. You don't want this..."
"Please, Tony," she nudged him forward with her leg and the tip of him entered her. They both gasped. His eyes shot to hers. She wasn't ready for him, he could tell. "Just do it," she said.
"I don't wanna hurt you..."
"Tony..." her eyes focused past him and he felt the barrel of a gun at his back. He froze.
"Do it and I will tell my man to back down," the voice said. Tony's eyes bore into hers, and the gun pressed harder into his back, forcing him to enter her all the way.
His hands were on her hips; his head next to hers. He felt her hands grip his sides and ball the material of his shirt in her fists. In that moment, he knew he had caused her pain.
"Move!" the voice shouted.
"Just- please!" Tony pulled his head away as he shouted, "Please just give her a second."
"I am fine, Tony," she said and turned his face to look back at her. "Do as he says." She pulled him into an embrace, holding his head to her shoulder, and nudged her hips against him willing him to comply. Her efforts caused him to twitch inside her, and his hips thrust back against her. He felt, at this point, like he no longer had control over his body. Her legs loosened, allowing him to pull out slightly, then nudged him forward again.
The feeling took him over and it filled him with shame. He began thrusting in a steady rhythm and felt the barrel of the gun ease away from him altogether. His arms wrapped around her, squeezing her against his body as he felt himself losing control. Her mouth was at his ear and he heard her breaths come in short bursts.
He felt his inevitable release coming, and his thrusts became harder. She heard the guttural noises that started to come with his breaths. He felt her hands clench tightly at the shirt on his back. He knew he was hurting her, but regardless of everything, his breath hitched wildly and Ziva felt the heat of his release inside her.
He was so ashamed. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." he said over and over like a mantra in her ear. "Ziva, I'm so sorry...oh god," he cried. She pulled her face away to see his. His eyes were red and tears streaked down each cheek.
He couldn't look at her...he pulled away, pulling his boxers and pants back into place before collapsing to his knees. She scooted off of the table, slipping her pants back on, and went to kneel next to him.
But suddenly the men were surrounding them. And right as the two agents began to panic, they heard a noise in the distance and the room went still. They heard a loud bang come from outside and the men became distracted.
Ziva took her chance and began to fight.
She took out the man closest to her and knocked down another. Tony stood to take her lead. He grabbed a gun from a distracted guard and knocked him out with it, then turned to shoot one of them. Ziva was knocked out and fell down beside his feet and Tony shot the man who had hit her.
The room was suddenly filled with light. The remaining men had dropped their weapons, and Tony saw Gibbs and McGee holding their guns pointed at the men. They were shouting something, but he couldn't hear them. He looked down at Ziva who was unconscious at his feet. He picked her up in his arms and quickly made his way toward his colleagues.
Police officers were cuffing the men who had held them captive. Gibbs and McGee holstered their weapons and helped lead him out with Ziva toward the ambulance.
To Tony, nothing seemed real. He couldn't hear them.
He watched the EMTs as they loaded her into the ambulance. Then all he could think was that he needed to die...
He ran...
Tbc...