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So, about the ending; I'm not sure about it.
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As day turned to night, Ziva's hands were still bound and she hadn't been able to sleep. She lied on her back with her hands over her stomach. Her lip was sore and so was the back of her head.
She was thinking of what could have been done differently. She should have listened to her brother - he knew her father better than anyone - but she didn't and now she was lying in a cell with no food or water.
Of all things, she didn't regret having sex with Aaron. He was a nice person. Yes he was a bit older than her, and yes she knew that she never would have been able to stay with him. But she had trusted him, and he didn't take advantage of her she was the type of person she would have wanted to do that with any way.
The only thing she regretted was falling for him, for telling him. It would have been easier to just live out the time she had to spend at the base, tell her father that it wasn't him that was selling strategies, and that way she probably would never had to see him again.
She knew with complete certainty that Aaron wasn't the right person.
She wasn't sure why she was here, but something didn't sit well with her about the change of events. The fact that she knew her kidnapper was one thing that sprang to mind.
The door opened to reveal the boy from earlier who wouldn't hit her.
"Here, I thought you might be hungry and thirsty," he said, "Don't worry, that is from my dinner. Well the energy bars aren't, I brought those. See," he said just before taking a sip of the water. She took the cup a little awkwardly since both hands followed and drank from the cup. She then took the energy bars he was offering her.
She didn't say anything to him other than thank you. The small snack didn't fill her, but it sedated the hunger a small amount.
Before he left he walked over to the bed and lifted the pillow, placing something over it.
Once he left, Ziva walked over to the bed and lofted the pillow. There was a pistol sitting under her pillow. It had enough ammo.
This gave her hope. She put the pillow back over the weapon, concealing it and tried finding something to pick the locks on her hand cuffs with.
Nothing. Not even a stick.
It was nearing early morning; the sky had become that eerie blue colour it becomes before the sun rises, before she had found something to pick the lock with. Under the bed was a small piece of wire. She picked it up and awkwardly poked it into the key hole.
It took a while but the lock finally popped open, releasing a hand from their restraints.
She was ready now. She had a plan forming in her head. She now had a weapon and free hands; she would use the gun only as a last resort, when there was absolutely no other way she could escape. If she were to use it, it would attract too much attention to her. She only wanted to get out alive. She wasn't even sure how many people were out there.
She began to think about that boy. It was strange, she didn't know him and he didn't know her and yet even when he had instructions to, he would never lay a wrong hand on her. He brought her food and water and a gun for crying out loud. That could just mean that he was sent in to gain her trust.
She lied on the filthy bed, happy with what she had right at that moment, and crept a hand under the pillow, placing her hand on the gun.
She, for some reason, now felt safer than she had before. She felt naked, bare, before. Now she felt strong.
She wasn't sure when she would get out, all she was wishing for now was that she would only see the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening. Then the next day she would hope for the same thing.
As she lied awake, she decided she was going to hope for every day she lives. To see the sun rise and the sun set.
A few days had past. She was beginning to believe that no one was looking for her. It would be a bit hard for her mother to. She didn't even know she was on base, and now she... Well, she wasn't sure where she was.
Ezra had come to check on her at about midday, every day. Since she had closed the cuffs but not tight enough that she would have to pick it every time she wanted to be rid of them. They were loose enough that she could slip her small wrist in and out of.
She had made no move to escape yet. She needed to know how many people were there, but she did become cocky, untouchable, sort of similar to the first time she had sneakily handled a gun when she was thirteen.
They didn't seem to take much notice.
After being told that night that there were at the most another three men outside of her room, not including the two people she was aware of, she decided that the night coming would be the night to make her move...
They had not found any leads to where Ziva was. Aaron had taken time off and was helping Ari with out Eli's knowledge to find Ziva.
He told Ari about what they did and the conversation they had before she went missing and about his theories. Ari seemed to agree with some of them.
They ran backgrounds of people who had taken a dislike to Ziva; they ran people who had high ranks. Nothing came up.
Until one day when Aaron was walking around the base, thinking about things, he over heard two officials talking.
"... People her looking for that girl that went missing last week. They don't know what's happened to her. She went missing off base. I think we should recheck our security," the first man that Aaron didn't recognize said.
"I'm sure she's fine," he heard the second man say. Aaron had seen this man before. It was the man that asked Ziva to see him at times, she wouldn't tell him what for though. Now he could take a pretty good guess at why.
"What makes you think that?" the first man asked.
"I have a feeling, I bet she's just hiding, she would be some where on base," the second man replied.
There was a short pause, "She was part of your group wasn't she?" the first man asked.
"Yeah..." the second man replied.
"Well then, Ezra, you should know her the best of any other high ranked person here. Where do you think she is?"
"She would be on base somewhere," was all the man identified as Ezra said, "Maybe it was the guy that was selling out strategies," he suggested.
"No one is stealing anything from us except our teenage 'runaway'," the first man responded.
It seemed like the first man had ranks over Ezra. Therefore it eased Aaron when he heard no one was seeping anything.
At that moment something clicked.
Ziva was sent to IDF to watch and investigate him, as far as he knew she used her real name: first and last.
He had watched enough TV to know that if someone was to go undercover they would or should have an alias.
Ziva seemed intelligent, and yet according to this guy, she was investigating nothing. There was no one stealing anything.
He ran to the phones, he had Ziva's brother's phone number and he dialled it. After a few rings it picked up.
"It's a set up," he said.
"What's a set up?" he heard Ari asked.
"The mission Ziva was on. I over heard two of the higher ranked people and one said that nothing was being stolen, they were talking about her, and then the topic changed. They were talking about the strategies," he said quickly.
"That is unsurprising," was all Ari stated.
Aaron was taken aback slightly, "What?"
"It wasn't unexpected. Ziva only hears what she wants to hear. I don't think that she thought it through much," he explained, "What else did you hear?" he asked.
"One of the men, they were very blasé about the whole teenage girl missing. He kept saying she would be on base and she would be fine," Aaron told him.
"Name?" he demanded.
"Ezra, I think that would be his last name. I don't have a first name," Aaron said then heard beeping. He had hung up on him.
"Kasher," he heard someone call as soon as he hung up the phone. He turned at the sound of his name.
"Yes?" he said. It was the guy, Ezra, who was talking to the other guy.
"You were the last one to see Ziva?" he asked on clarification.
"I think so," he replied cautiously. Chances are that this guy was the one who had Ziva.
"I need you come with me," the familiar man said.
He led him to a car and began driving once both of them were in the car. They came to a warehouse looking structure.
"Where is this?" he asked.
"I need to ask you a few questions," Ezra said.
Aaron wasn't sure whether to trust him, but obliged any way. They stopped at a door and he unlocked it them threw him in locking it behind him.
He heard someone else in the room move. He turned his head to survey the room only to come face to face with a gun.
"Aaron?" he heard a familiar voice say.
"Ziva?" he replied, recognizing the voice, but not believing his ears. The gun in her hand was lowered and sure enough, Ziva was standing their.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, putting the gun under the pillow.
"I'm not exactly sure," He stood just before she turned to face him. He saw a bruised, scabbing in parts, swelling spot on the back of her head near her neck, "What happened?" he asked walking over to her and moved her hair out of the way to see it properly.
"They hit me," was all she said.
"What about this?" he said cradling her face when she turned to face him.
"I bit my lip," she stated.
"Where did you get the gun?" he asked.
"One of the men, they gave me it," she said avoiding his eyes.
"Ziva look at me," he said. She didn't, "Ziva," he warned. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, "I am sorry Aaron," she whispered, "I never wanted to hurt anyone,"
"I can tell. Why did you do it?" he asked.
"My father told me to. I did not want to disappoint him," she said sadly.
"If I were anyone else, what would you've done with that gun?" Aaron asked.
"Shot you probably," she replied, "What are we going to do?"
"What were you planning to do?" he shot back.
"Next time then opened the door I was going to take them out," she said with complete confidence.
"And if that didn't work?"
"Well, I would have died fighting, wouldn't I," she said making it clear it was no question.
I tried to make sure that it sounded like he over heard Aaron talking about him, I'm not sure if it came off that way though. So if it didn't I'm telling you now :D
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