I know it is a short chapter but i wanted to give you something.

As you can see i am back from Vienna ( I constantly said Wien because i thought it was the English name for Vienna instead of the german)

It was really awesome. lots of things have past my eyes Some things: the kiss, Judith From Klimt, Shönbrun palace of Sissy

And a really weird thing happened we were back in the plane, back tot the Netherlands. I was sitting beside my uncle walks a stewardess by, stops. Looks closly at my uncle and asks (whole conversation in Dutch)

"Are you from the Netherlands" my uncle "Yess" the stewardess thinks and says "Have you ever worked on the Karel de Grote College in Nijmegen?" My uncle answers yes she says "O now i remember. You are Mister M. (not using his full name) I have had a period from you" So the talk goes on and at the end he gets a large bag with cookies, drinks and even champagne, which were the left overs from the flight

CHAPTER 18

When she awoke the sun just began to shine. Today was the day of goodbye. There was nothing she needed, they would kill her as soon as they had her. She walked to Ziva's room, softly she said

"Shalom my love" Neorah turned around and was by the door when she heard Ziva behind her.

"Walk away, that seems the only thing you can do" Ziva nearly shouted

Neorah turned around "Ziva please understand this is for the best"

"Like it was for the best what you told them" Ziva was really angry and hurt.

"I did not want to my love"

"Don't call me your love. I am not, it is because of you they did" She could not speak the words

she did not have spoken them to any one, not Gibbs, not Tony, not her mother.

"I know what they did, they hold me for over fifteen years. Don't think I know how they hit, how they nearly take your breath away by water "

Ziva looked at her mother "Then why are you still alive?" it was a bitter dark tone.

"After the first two months they stopped beating me" anger was building in Neorah as well, but not at her daughter at the man that had taken her away from Ziva. "For fifteen years I worked for them, made them dinner cleaned there mess. There was not one day I did not hope they let me go, or that I could escape to you and your sister"

"They why didn't you? Why, if you claim to love me so much did you tell them?"

"A month of beating after a long period of time not training it hard for a person. They hit me more often and harder than before. These terrorist were younger, when I had to give in I only told them enough information so they could take the two Mossad officers that were heading their way. Ziva darling you have to believe me, if it had been you"

"You did not ever think it could be me, or even Tali? And what about the two how would have come if I hadn't you just let them die" Ziva yelled.

"I thought that a Mossad officer chosen to do that job would be strong enough to handle the beating and could escape"

"Do you even know what they did?"

"Yes Ziva I know. I have been there, and I am sorry that you got the same beating as me but I "

"Beating the only thing you talk about is beating" the first tear fell from her eyes.

"Beating was not all they did Ima, they" more tears "They hold me down and raped me, day after day in every possible way you could rape someone, all because of you "

Her mother's eyes got foggy as well. "I did not know darling" a tear fell from her eye

"And now, you want to walk away again, leave me again. But after what you did I don't know if I care anymore" Ziva said through her tears.

"Please Ziva let me"

"No, this time it will not be you who walks away from me. But me as I walk away from you. I wish you had not come back" Ziva cried out and turned away to the door. When she wanted to walk to the door and open it her mother tried again

"Let me…" more Neorah did not spoke. She inhaled deeply what made Ziva look around, tears still on her cheeks and in her eyes.

There was no word more spoken before it went worse than it was.

When Ziva faced her mother she was in time to see her fall down, breathing heavily.

It was as if her world was almost shattered again, she momentarily forgot all of her anger as she rushed to her mother.

"Ima" she said shakily, from the tears and from shock. The breathing of her mother had calmed down, to maybe to slow soft breaths, and her eyes were falling close " Ima stay with me. You are not doing this" she almost screamed.

She called 9-1-1, screaming at them not to try and calm her down but to come quicker.

It seem to take ages before they arrived and in that time the only things Ziva could do was holding her mother, begging her to be okay and pray.