A.N: Hey everybody! I am so so sorry about how late this is! Some things in my life have taken a turn for the worse so I haven't had much time... Anyway I was hoping that I were to make this chapter Alot longer than it is but I guess this is better than nothing and I know I havent updated forever! I just want to thank everyone who is still following along patiently! You guys are the best! I also would love to thank my reviewers! Your the reason I feel motivated to keep writting! So here is the next chapter and I hop you enjoy!

Cameras, Evidence bags, the smell of latex mixed with the aroma of bitter coffee. It was all too familiar to Agent Anthony DiNozzo; a crime scene; his job. What was missing was a body and what was very evident to him was the absence of his partner. He stood with a camera clenched in his hands as he hesitates taking a photo of the pool of blood in front of him. Next to the pool of blood and glass is a yellow marker indicating that this was evidence number 1, the point of impact; the main evidence of foul play. He stood their tuned out to the world around him and let the emotions inside him roil. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and let it stay there for a while before acknowledging who stood behind him.

"We will find her, and the bastard too."

"You better hope so Addison." Ryan stood there lingering before walking away and was replaced by McGee.

"We are thinking it's a wine bottle but the attacker took the end of the bottle with him and cleaned up pretty well besides the blood. He wanted us to know she was taken." He paused to see if Tony was listening and decided to go on. "She put up a fight Tony, she's a fighter." Pause, "we will find her."

"Hope your right Tim, hope your right." McGee was not only surprised by the use of his first name but by the fact he actually listened. He too hoped that he was right.

It had been hours since Ryan left the room and Ziva had thought of every way possible to escape the small concrete cell with none of them achievable. It was now going on night and the sky was clear making the temperature drop by many degrees. She curled into a ball in the corner of the room as she shivered from the cold air drifting in the small window. Although the cold concrete was uncomfortable and making her body temperature drop even lower she couldn't bring herself to be in the same position as the other women. Just looking at the blood stained mattress made it all too real and she could once again hear the girls inside her head.

In her many hours alone one person repeatedly popped into her head; and the thought of never seeing him again caused her a pain she didn't quite understand. Before this week he was only her partner, and sure deep down she had feelings for him all along, but only this week did she start understanding the impact of them. In a way, it scared her a little, after being brought up to not show or have feelings she now couldn't help it and she doesn't know how to act. All she knows is the thought of never seeing her partner again is tearing her up inside; and even more so knowing that the person they are trying to track down is working alongside him and her team; her family. A silent tear trails down her cheekbone and feels hot on her face. She wants to wipe it away but her hands are bound; just one other way to make her feel weak and controlled.

The ground is dirty and hard but a fitful sleep eventually takes over her. It is still dark when a slamming door startles her awake and she looks up groggily at a mans silhouette.

"Hello Miss David; Ziva." She sat up swiftly at the sound of his voice. "Which would you prefer?" She doesn't reply, expression cold.

"I think I shall call you Ziva. It makes it more… Personal don't you think?" This time she shrugs and replies in a flat tone.

"I do not really care. Neither way holds much significance." He starts to pace the room and stops near the small window, letting the moon cast a soft eerie light over his face.

"You look quite sleepy Ziva…" She puts back on a stone face and lets her eyes wander. "Let me inform you that you should not hope for anymore sleep tonight." A wicked smile plays his lips and her heartbeat accelerates as she realises that he has something sinister install for her.

Tony was lying in an uncomfortable stretcher staring at the ceiling of the small safe house. Knowing his partner was somewhere out there meant there was no possibility of sleep. So he devoted his time to running every possibility of how to find her through his head. When the first beams of light entered the sky outside his window he decided to go through all the photos and footage in case something was missed. He walked into the main living area and sat at one of the computers first going through the crime scene photos of Ziva's hotel room. He went through scrutinising each photo carefully and after a while came up with nothing. His frustration was mounting as he became more desperate to find an answer and decided to look through surveillance footage of the hallways. He watched all the people pass the entrance to her room in the last 24 hours and still no one seemed to exit her room. This made him do a double take as he slowed down the hour in which she was taken. He knew there was no possible way of getting in or out of the room besides the front door yet according to the footage nobody had passed, entered or exited the room. Something for McGee…

With no obvious answers he became even more desperate and even tho it pained him to look, he brought up the photos Ziva had found in Adam Miller's room. He carefully looked at the pictures of the terrorised women; looking for connections, landmarks in the background, anything. He flicked through until he got to the last photos, the ones of his partner… He felt a pang in his heart as he bore down on them. He looked at the ones of her arriving at the hotel, swimming in the ocean, walking on the beach. He stopped at the photo of her and Ryan Addison. He noticed that the photo was taken from a vantage point above the pair and was a bit more blurry than the other photographs. 'This could have easily been taken from a balcony' was Tony's first thought, but as he continued to study it closely he realised it was taken from a completely different angle then if it were to be taken from the hotel. After intense thinking Tony had no explanation as to how the photo was taken from such a vantage point and continued to examine the photo further for any other hints.

Minutes passed and Tony rubbed his dry eyes. He was about to give up, it was too early in the morning for such intense concentration and he had barely slept since Ziva went missing. He began to move his cursor to the top corner of the laptop screen to minimize the photos when something caught his eye in the top right hand corner of the photograph. He quickly went to the video surveillance footage from around the hotel and took a screen shot to compare and sure enough in the top right hand corner of both photos was a pink light that tinged the edge of the footage. The photo had not been taken by the killer but was a screen shot from a surveillance camera outside the hotel.

Pieces of a mental puzzle began to reconstruct inside Tony's thoughts as he remembered that this no longer meant Ryan may not be a suspect. Thinking back to the footage of the hallway, it was Ryan who had first looked at it… by himself; it could have easily been tampered with. Tony started to remember all the times that Ryan wasn't around and became more and more suspicious. Looking at the time Tony knew that Abby would be awake if it meant the possibility of finding Ziva and he quickly dialled.

"Can't sleep either Tony?"

"Hey Abbs, you never found out who's partial was on that envelope?"

"No… I have just widened the search to just about… well everyone, but it could take forever and Ziva doesn't have forever!" Tony could hear the panic in her voice and forced his panic levels not to rise also.

"OK what if I tell you someone… Can you quickly tell me whether it's them or not?"

"Sure… If you have some…"

"Ryan Addison"

"Yeah what about him?"

"I want you to run the partial against Ryan, Abby…" His voice came out cold as the name seethed from between his clenched teeth. Abby's surprise was evident in her reply but she agreed to get back to him ASAP. The phone lay silent on the table top as Tony paced the small room waiting for Abby to phone back. Ten minutes passed before it vibrated loudly on the wood table and he snatched it up instantly.

"Why did it take so long?"

"Clearance… I had no idea it was so hard to get a fingerprint from him to compare!"

"And..!"

"Let's just say that he is pretty sloppy for an Agent." His breath caught in his throat as he heard the words from across the line.

"So it is him?"

"Tony… I think Ryan has Ziva…" This is all Tony needed to hear before taking off into the night.

A.N: So there it is guys! I am not 100% happy with this cht but I am super tired and am not sure when I will have another chance to update so hope this is some what satisfying :) Please Please Review! It means the world! The next chapter is I guess... the rescue kinda thing... Well I dont know what it would be classified as but I am hoping it is quite different for you all :) so stay tuned!

Thanks for your patience

Keely :o)