Author's Note- Thank you for all of the follows and thank you grandprincessanastasiaromanov5 and Meilea2010 for reviewing! Meilea2010, I don't think there will be a lot of Tiva, but maybe some. I'm thinking about adding Gibbs point of view in this chapter or the following chapter, so just a heads up.

Tony's POV-

I felt someone swiftly lift me up from beneath my arms, and I assumed it was Ziva. I was semi aware of what was happening around me, but I still couldn't speak. I tried to swallow and found my throat felt dry and raw, no doubt caused by the dust in the air. My head pounded wildly and there felt to be burning fireworks exploding in my chest. I had lost feeling in my arm some time ago, and though a relief from pain I knew that wasn't good.

My back was leaned gently against a rigid, cold surface that I assumed to be the wall. It felt unnerving to be so incompetent, and thought about how I would never live this down to Ziva. My body went limp against the wall as I was unable to support myself, and I felt someone catch me. But I knew this person was not Ziva because they were rough, and the hands aggravated my wounds. I would've cried out if I had been able to, but fortunately I was able to keep my dignity because I couldn't. I felt someone grab a fistful of my hair and yank up, lifting my chin up with it. Something sharp was pressed against my throat and I acknowledged that warm, sticky blood was already starting to dribble down.

Ziva's POV-

"What are you doing?!" I demanded the man, shocked.

"Getting out of here." He replied not missing a beat. He had a sickening grin on his face that did not meet his eyes, and it made my stomach turn. Noticing my discomfort his smile widened so it literally was going from ear to ear.

I made a move to grab my gun from it's holster, but his words interrupted me before I could actually do anything. "I wouldn't. I've got the knife remember." He wiggled the knife around as if to remind me who had the upper-hand. But I didn't back down; I hadn't followed protocol earlier and look where it had gotten me.

Recognizing I did not have intentions of backing down he removed the knife from Tony's throat. Relief flooded through me until I realized what he was doing. He lifted it a few inches it from Tony's thigh then plunged into it.

I couldn't have prevented the gasp that escaped my lips even if I had tried. The glass passed through the muscle and flesh on Tony's thigh easily, and when the man removed the glass the silver edge of a bone was revealed. I couldn't stop staring at Tony's motionless form that was now moaning out in pain. Tears started to swell up in my eyes, and everything besides Tony started to fade away. But I was anchored back to the real world when the man spoke again.

"Slide your gun over to me carefully. Remember, I don't hesitate to kill." I nodded numbly and carefully took it out of its holster; handle up. The man dumped Tony on the ground to free his hands, then retrieved the glock from my outstretched hand with the strength I had felt earlier. He tucked it in his waistband, the same place where the shard of glass had rested before. Tony's moaning had decreased until the man had dumped him. Now he was shuddering and was groaning and mumbling incoherently, and my heart ached for him. I felt useless and guilt was devouring me; he might have been fine if I had listened to my gut sooner.

The man interrupted my thoughts by grabbing Tony's white collar that was now stained with blood and yanking upwards. As soon as he had done so Tony's face contorted with pain and he let out a muffled yelp. "I'm gonna leave now, and you're not going to do anything," he stated without even a hint of emotion on his wicked face. I pursed my lips together but remained speechless; restraining myself from doing anything I would regret later. He strode confidently towards the direction where I had found him, then disappeared behind piles of the never ending waste.

"Don't try and follow me. I think you know what will happen."

Man's POV-

I took the man behind the higher piles of debris so that the women couldn't see the escape route I was taking. If she couldn't see it, she couldn't follow it. I exited through the doors that the women had entered through, and found the parking lot was in terrible condition. There were numerous cracks in the asphalt, and many cars had been destroyed beneath parts of the building that hadn't fallen straight down. But despite this, just like they had promised there was a blue van waiting with two keys resting on the passenger's seat. I dragged the man behind me to the back of the door while he was still moaning annoyingly.

"Shut up already!" There was not much effect, but I hadn't really expected any. I was more angry at myself for accepting this job offer from Jeff. I guess it wasn't much a choice; accept the offer or die. But I was tired of being a little puppet, and doing everything people tell me to do. There really wasn't much of an out to this situation, though. Don't get distracted, just finish the job.

I threw the half awake man in the rather tight trunk and went up to the front to look for zipties. I found some in the middle console and triumphed this small feat. I insensitively ziptied his arms together tightly, and smirked when I noticed his wrists were already turning an angry red. I proceeded to search him and was horrified to find a standard issued government glock, and a badge. No one had mentioned kidnapping a federal agent!

It doesn't affect the job.

It does affect how many years you go away for if you get caught.

Better not get caught.

Great now you're arguing with yourself.

I sighed at my own indecisiveness and went to the driver's seat and pushed the key through the slot and turned it. The car hummed to life and my hand immediately shot out turning on the heat. I pressed on the gas pedal and for the first time in years I felt a flicker of emotion that was not hate or anger. I felt pity for Tony thinking about the things Jeff could do to the guy.