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Chapter 2
The stench of rotting wood filled Ziva's senses as she slowly came back into consciousness. Her eyes opened half way and blinked several times, her head pounding she forced herself to look around. Lying in a pile on a hard dirt covered floor Ziva took in her surroundings. The room looked as if it hadn't been used in a thousand years. Moth eaten curtains hung limply from the grime-covered windows, half of which were covered in wooden planks. There was a single wooden chair in the corner, the only furniture. The paint was peeling from the walls and wood was chipped in places.
In the corner closest to her was a metal pipe covered in mould and moss. The only visible entrance was opposite Ziva, a wooden door which was shut firmly. As the room came more into focus, Ziva noticed her handbag dumped near her feet, the content spilling out. She sat up but fell to the ground, her body numb from lying in one position for so long. After a few moments of massaging feeling back into her body and getting it used to moving, she sat up again. She reached over to her bag and tipped everything onto the ground in front of her. She searched desperately for anything that she could use to defend herself with. Lip-gloss, some spare change, her wallet, the purple scarf, paper and some chewing gum were the only things in it. Everything else had been removed, they had even removed her pens. She swore under her breath. She looked down to see if she could make anything with what she had when the door suddenly swung open.
Ziva's head snapped up. A tall, handsome man entered, carrying a machine gun. He looked at Ziva for a few moments as if summing her up. "I see you have awoken." His voice was deep with a think European accent. Ziva tried to place where the accent came from but her thought was cut short as he continued. "I do hope that my men didn't cause you too much pain, I told them specifically not to harm you. Only to collect." He looked at Ziva, waiting for a response. When she said nothing he continued. "Ah, I see that you are unwilling to speak. But of course, why would you?" He walked over to her, stopping a few meters in front of her bag. "You see Ziva David, I know all about you and NCIS, but you know nothing about me." He said crouching. "But do not worry, you will get to know me very well over the next few days." Ziva watched as he spoke, he had an educated manner. He reminded her of her half brother Ari. She winced at the memory. Ziva forced herself to stay in the present, to keep watching.
She sat in silence, estimating the distance between herself and her captor. It was a few meters. She could jump that far, tackle him and try to escape. As she positioned her feet closer to her body so she could spring across at him, he stood up, as if reading her mind. "I really wouldn't try that Ziva. It will only end badly for you." He turned to leave but stopped and turned back to face her. "Your boss, must be getting worried about you. You better call him to let him know everything is okay." He then pulled out Ziva's sliver cell phone and dropped it in front of her. "Come on, quickly now, we don't want to keep him waiting." Ziva slowly picked up her phone and flicked it open. She pressed number 2 speed dial and hit call. She lifted the phone up to her ear and heard the familiar ringing. "Put it on loud speaker." She did as she was told.