A/N: Warning: This chapter does mention rape. Please don't take offense to it. Please be mature about reading this. Thank you!

Chapter Eight

Ziva looked out the window of the jeep they were traveling in. It had been a month already. Ziva was fine…except for what had happened her second week there.

Ziva was getting ready to go to sleep. She wasn't changing into pajamas but stayed in her cargo shorts and a tank top. She made sure her gun was underneath her pillow like it always was when she slept and went to go turn the small lantern off.

A figure stood behind her. Their shadow went over Ziva's figure, onto the ground in front of her.

Ziva gasped and turned quickly, ready to knock the person out.

Her hands were grasped in a tight grip. Her legs came out from under her and she was on her back, with the figure laying pretty much on top of her. He turned the lantern off and began kissing her body.

"Stop!" Ziva had yelled. She tried squirming away.

The figure put something into her mouth so she couldn't scream. He began undressing her.

Ziva squirmed more. "Let me go." Her muffled voice yelled against the cloth inside her mouth. "Help!"

"No one can hear you babe." The figure whispered into her ear.

Ziva squirmed her head away from the figure. He smelled heavily of beer and alcohol. One of the marines had gotten extremely drunk.

Within moments Ziva felt pain as he entered himself into her. She screamed but of course the cloth in her mouth muffled it. She tried to get away. Help. Ziva thought in pain. Let me go. It didn't do any good but she wished it did.

Then as soon as he had come, he was gone. Ziva was left laying there. Violated. Naked. Hurt.

Ziva closed her eyes trying to forget it. She wished it had never happened. She wished she was at home. Safe inside the bull pen with Gibbs eyes watching her constantly. With McGee always making sure she was okay when she didn't look it. With Tony cracking the stupidest jokes and smiling the oh-so-charming DiNozzo grin. She wanted to be home. Not here.

Tony walked into the bull pen. He felt numb. Ziva was still gone. He had been able to function on auto-pilot for a month. But now people would start wandering if he was really sane.

McGee saw Tony. He glanced at the time. "Your late."

"Thank you McTime." Tony snapped walking to his desk.

"DiNozzo. Stop it." Gibbs glanced at Tony. "It's not his fault."

Tony looked at Ziva's desk. How'd he know I was thinking about her?

"Cause he's Gibbs. Tony you really had to ask that?" Tony could swear he saw Ziva sitting at her desk, typing away and glancing at him with a cute smile.

Tony shook his head quickly and looked again. No Ziva. He couldn't help but feel sad she wasn't there.

"You're right boss." Tony said slowly. Tony was giving in for once.

This is a first. McGee thought smirking.

"It's not McGee's fault Ziva's overseas risking her life, in a war zone, with the threat of being killed every single moment. Yeah not his fault at all. Its your damn fault Gibbs!" Tony walked out of the bull pen and walked to the elevator. He left not being able to handle being in the bull pen without Ziva.

Gibbs sighed and looked at Vance's office. Vance was standing at the top of the stairs and had just witnessed the whole thing. "You happy Vance? Your breaking my team apart. I only have McGee once again."

Vance stared at Gibbs evenly. "Its not my fault."

Gibbs' glare hardened. "Yes Vance. It is."

McGee looked at his boss then up to the director. His eyes were wide. "Uh boss."

"What is it McGee?" Gibbs said still staring at Vance.

"Where's Abby?"

"Go see if she's downstairs." Gibbs said.

McGee nodded. He wanted Gibbs to say that so he could leave. He ran to the elevator and rode it down to Abby's lab…Tony was long gone.

Abby saw McGee. "Timmy." She walked over and hugged him. "Our family's breaking apart," she whispered. She had heard Tony and Gibbs.

McGee held her. "We'll just have to piece it together Abs. Just like a regular case."