AN: Sorry for the REALLY long delay! My computer crashed, then had crazy storms that knocked out power for a week. Needless to say, it's been an interesting summer. Thank you for all the great comments you have been leaving! Now, enjoy!

PREVIOUSLY

Before Tony could do anything, the car jerked and a loud PING sounded. Panic set in for the two agents. "Hold on!" Tony exclaimed trying to get the car to stop. Seeing as it wouldn't he tried to turn it and put it in the lowest gear possible. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Another PING sounded and the car would not turn or slow down. The side of the hill was rapidly approaching. Before the agents could do anything, the car tumbled down the side of the hill.

TONY'S POV

I was the first to wake up in the wrecked car. Dazed, I looked around. "Ziva," was all I could croak out in my dazed like state. I unbuckled his seatbelt and fell head first onto ceiling of the car. Quickly gathering my bearings, I remembered what happened. Thinking that whomever was in the car behind us was still around made panic set in.

Looking around the inside of the now totaled car, I saw Ziva still unconscious hanging upside down with her seatbelt holding her up. Thinking fast, I maneuvered my way to the back seat and kicked the side window out. I then climbed hastily out into the daylight. The sunlight hit me square in the face, and I squinted around. I tried looking up the hill we just took a scary ride down, but was too blinded by the spring sun.

Carefully making my way around the car, I tried to be on the lookout for any other people. As I made it to Ziva's door, with one more long hard look around, I crouched down to the door. I pulled on the handle, and as so it happens, it didn't open. I didn't want to break the glass with her so close and unaware. I could see her moving, and I could see she was still out, but having some type of dream.

I made my way to the window I had crawled out of. I crawled back in, and that's where I saw a sight that made my heart break. Ziva was crying and trying not to scream in her unconscious state. I quickly made my way back up to the front seat, and started talking to Ziva while keeping a look out and my gun on standby….

ZIVA'S POV

It was hot. The dry air was rank with stench of unwashed flesh and spilled blood. Her eyes took their time opening up, and adjusting to her prison. Why did she stay? Her stupid pride left her in this rotting hell-hole. God, what she would give to share a private joke with Tim again, to watch his eyes light up as he laughed. And Abby, while she never made girl friends easily, and true, they were off to a rocky start, she needed one more night on the town. She could get lost in the music as she danced the night away with her friend. Gibbs, was he going to miraculously save the day? Would she ever get to hear another tale from Ducky, or see a smile on Jimmy's face? No hope... after days, weeks, months, she didn't know, hope was quite bleak, a mere pinprick of light in this otherwise dark nightmare. Despite the protest of her neck muscles, she shifted her head off the wall and looked down. She was disgusted and disappointed to find herself still chained to the rickety bed frame. She would have preferred to be in the chair. The bed's screeching springs were shadowy taunts of a previous hour. At least she had her mostly intact shirt, but she was bare from the waist down. With a grimace she remembered one man's promise that there was more to come. The others laughed at his filthy choice of words, and scurried out of the room. Don't get her wrong, she tried to fight, but it's hard to fight when you're chained and drugged enough to slow you down, but still be conscious to experience every groan, searing flesh on flesh, the hands, tongues, teeth, and... and

She threw up. or rather tried to, her body had nothing to give.

She wasn't about to be broken. No, there had to be a way out. She needed her team, her friends, her Tony. Her Tony? Where had THAT come from? Who was she to deny herself how much she missed Tony. Mad as hell at him, yes, but... it's complicated. Not complicated anymore... her decision was made, and Tony was most likely chatting up her replacement. Perhaps she was broken, after all. No one is going to fix you now, are they.

The door opened. Saleem entered with a new pack of men. Their naked lust blazing in their eyes. The tallest pushed his way forward, simultaneously undoing his pants. She knew he looked familiar, but didn't want to try to remember. She wanted all this to blur in time. She would be free. Please don't do this! Please!

He plunged his engorged cock into her, muttering curses along the way.

She would live! It hurts, please stop moving! MAKE IT STOP!

Another hand roughly fisted her hair and jerked it toward another jutting cock.

She would see everyone again. Somebody save me.

Men lapped like dogs at her tits. Tears formed in her eyes.

Just hold on, I must make it out alive.

Saleem just watched for a moment, then turned to leave. Before he headed out the door, he said, "You have one hour to bring her to me. I've got some new prisoners to talk to, and then I'll kill her."

"NO! PLEASE NO. QUIT! NO!" I immediately jerked awake. Shaking like a branch, or is it flower, I looked around quickly. I could not see desert, or hard block walls, or a shabby bed with many desolate memories. I saw a crunched up car, Tony sitting by me staring at me with a worried look, and the world upside down out the window.

"How long was I out?" I asked trying to swallow up my reoccurring dream to make my shaking disappear.

"About 5 minutes," Tony replied and hesitantly added, "Are you OK?

"I will let you know once I get right side up," I tried joking but failed miserably.

"Ok. I'm going to crawl back out and come around to you. When I get there, cover your eyes, and I will kick the glass and help you out." Tony said while starting to crawl once again to the back of the car.

"OK." Was all I could say. I hated to feel like a woman in distress, but gratefully, these few seconds allowed me sometime to lock my dreams and fears away for the time being.

Seeing his feet next to me, I moved as far as I could over and covered my head and face waiting for Tony to kick out the glass. Once he had done that, he took off his suit jacket and laid it over the glass. Setting half in and half out of the car, he instructed me to hold on to his shoulders while he undid my seatbelt. I did as he told, and fell quickly into his lap.

We set there for what seemed hours waiting for the world to become right side up…

MEANWHILE

"Do you think they survived?" The one guy asked as they got out apprehensively of their hidden car.

"Hope not. It'll be a quick payday this way." The other guy replied joining the first guy behind the car.

"I hope she survived, I think we ought to be able to have some fun." The first guy said as they grabbed their guns from the trunk and started making their way to the top of the hill where the agents' car rolled down.

"I get at her first." The second guy said turning to look down upon the crashed car. "See anything?" He asked looking down on the care.

"Yeah, I see the guy's moving around on the outside." The first guy said.

"What's he doing?" The second guy asked.

"It looks like he is helping the girl." The first guy stated.

"Well, ready to earn our payday?" The second guy asked getting in position.

"Ready." The first guy said joining the second guy in position.

REGULAR POV

Unfortunately, our time like this was short.

BANG BANG BANG

Tony and Ziva looked wildly around trying to figure out where the shots were coming from. Seeing no one across from them in the dense forest, they untangled themselves from each other and made a run with their guns drawn.

Once hidden behind trees, they peeked out and up the hill seeing the two guys shooting at them.

They began to return fire trying to hit far away targets with their handguns, but failing miserably.

The firing ceased when one of the mystery gunmen yelped in pain clutching his leg which had been shot by one Ziva or Tony.

Hearing a yell of a threat from the gunmen up the hill, of "we will find you and we will kill you," Tony and Ziva stood there confused and pumped up with adrenaline.

Staying put for another couple of minutes in silence, Ziva was the first to make a sound. "We need to move Tony. They will be back, and possibly with better guns or more help."

"Let's go." Tony agreed. He covered Ziva as they slowly made their way to the wrecked NCIS Dodge Charger.

While Ziva opened the trunk, Tony kept watch for the men to make their return appearance.

Ziva grabbed her backpack and dumped it out. She put in a heavy coat, copied evidence, her phone charger, and extra bullets. Once she had finished with her backpack, Tony did the same only adding what water bottles they had and some granola bars for them to share.

"We need to call Gibbs." Ziva said matter-of-factly knowing full well that Gibbs was going to be worried about them and possibly head slap them, especially Tony into next year.

"We will when we get far from here." Tony said ready to bolt just in case the men came back as promised.

"Which way do we go?" Ziva asked looking at Tony.

"Hold this," Tony said handing Ziva his backpack and climbing once more into the upside down car to retrieve the map.

"Follow me madam," Tony said starting to walk.

MEANWHILE

Back at the car, the two men were heatedly exchanging words.

"I can't BELIEVE you got hit by them!" The first man said tossing the second guy on the ground beside the car.

"Ow!" The second guy yelled.

"This was supposed to be a quick job!" The first man exclaimed while getting an old shirt to wrap around the second man's leg.

"That pretty boy is going to die a slow and painful death! The girl too – after we have some well deserved fun." The second man ranted while the first man tightly tied the old shirt around the second guy's upper thigh.

"That's for sure." The first man agreed while standing back up. "We need to call the boss and fill him in."

The first man walked to the other side of the car and produced a cell phone. Quickly, he punched in the familiar number. A man on the other side picked up the phone replying, "Yes?"

"We have a problem." The first man hesitated but then continued, "They escaped."

"How?" The man on the phone demanded.

"The car rolled down the hill, once they got out, we shot at them, but they ran and escaped." The first man replied but omitted certain details.

"You get them, or I will get you. Do whatever it takes to get rid of them!" The man on the phone yelled angrily through the phone and then abruptly hung up.

After walking back to the other man, the first man said, we need to come up with a plan."

AN: I'm sorry it's SO short, but I wanted to give you guys something since it's been a while. Hope that everyone is enjoying the story!