Disclaimers are stupid. As if I own it.

So this is chapter five. And guess what... Ziva's actually in this one! Shocking, I updates may be slightly slower from now on. (I have exams this week so I'm being inundated by homework and revision tasks.) Gah, I hate exams.

Anyway, enjoy.

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The brutal assault had been going on for days. Kick, punch, insult, cut, demand information. It had long ago become routine. She didn't know why they were bothering; she was Mossad, she wasn't going to give up information. The one thing that had her stumped was why they wanted information on NCIS. And how they knew so much about her. They must have known she was trying to infiltrate the camp. They must have been tipped off. Rivkin... She shook her head. But he was dead. It was impossible.

Thinking about him still left a dull ache, but she was now going over information in her head about him, compiling the facts. She'd been blind-sighted by her feelings for him before, and now that the initial heartache had receded, she was finally allowing herself to consider the whole story. She'd long ago realised that occupying her mind helped ease the pain that her captors were inflicting. It came in bouts; every so often they'd torture her for a few hours, demand all the same information, she'd remain stoic, and then they'd leave. But they'd be back. She knew it.

Thing were starting to make sense now, if you could call it sense. It actually all seemed a little crazy to her. But maybe Rivkin had really been working for the other side. It would explain a lot. He could have turned rogue, just like...

Ari...

The name left a bitter feeling behind. Both of guilt at killing her beloved brother, and of anger at his betrayal. She turned her attention back to Rivkin and tried to picture the situation. He was asked to infiltrate the training camp, gain trust, get contacts. Maybe he'd liked what he saw. She shook her head, an action that brought immense pain. Wincing, she made a mental note not to do that again. If anything Rivkin was anti- terrorism. He would never just join, surely. But then again, had she ever really known him at all, or was it all fake. The thought scared her; she didn't know who she could ever place her trust in again. Then, she realised with some chagrin, she'd probably never have to worry about that; there really wasn't much chance of her getting out of this.

She considered the alternative- he'd been found out, caught. Maybe they'd offered safety if he turned against his own agency, brought information to them. So he agrees, returns to Mossad with no one the wiser. He'd probably told them all about her; that was how they knew she was undercover, that she wasn't really interested in joining the cell. That still didn't explain why they were so interested in NCIS. The more she thought about it, the more she knew there was a reason, an important reason. It was lurking at the back of her mind, like a name on the tip of your tongue. Every time she thought she had it, the thought got further away, taunting her, flittering just out of mind's reach.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"Ready for round four, princess?"

She remained composed, her face not giving away a thing. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head up. She couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped her lips. The man smiled self satisfactorily.

"Now," he said, his breath foul. "Tell me everything you know about the American Navy's security plans."

And there it was. The thought she'd been trying to get for so long.

They wanted the Navy's defence tactics.

Which meant they were planning an attack.

Which was bad. Very bad.

It was not until Ducky had taken a distraught Abby away to get a Caf-POW! that Gibbs had shared with Tony the rest of the contents of the envelope. He'd noticed it before, but kept it to himself, a good idea judging by Abby's reaction to the bloodied necklace. Gibbs counted out four photos as he pulled them from the envelope.

"Tony," Gibbs said, staring down at the younger agent. Tony looked up, almost as if in a trance. Gibbs wondered vaguely if it was a good idea to be showing him the photos. "There's something else."

"Pictures." It was a statement.

Gibbs raised his eyebrows. "How did you know?"

Tony laughed dryly, looking away. "There always is."

Gibbs nodded and held up the papers. "Do you want to see them?" Better to give him the choice. Tony didn't hesitate,

"Yes."

Gibbs handed him the pile without a word.

The first was of an empty hallway. At the end was a doorway, the door wide open, revealing a slumped figure in the centre of the room. The second showed an arm bound to a chair, cuts criss-crossing along the pale skin. The third was of her face, swollen and bloodied. Her head had been pulled back by her hair. Her faced showed no emotion. The last photo was taken from what Tony presumed to be the doorway. A hooded man was behind her, one hand holding her hair, the other pressing a knife to her throat. She didn't look scared or worried. Her face was wiped of any such feelings. She looked completely blank.

Tony expression didn't change as he leafed through the photos, carefully studying each one before returning it to the bottom of the pile. When he had finished he cleared his throat and dropped them onto the bed.

"So, we're going to get her, right?" he said, his gaze burning into Gibbs. His voice wavered only slightly.

At that point, Gibbs found himself truly proud of his senior field agent. He gave a small smile.

"Hell yes."

A/N: So, what did you think? Out of character? (I tried to keep it as in character as possible, but I'd love your views on it.)

Also, I was wondering which has been your favourite chapter so far. Just out of curiosity of what the readers like...

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