Thank you so much for your amazing reviews! They honestly put a big smile on my face - so please keep them coming :)

Also, some of the things that Tony recalls is somehow indicative of what's happened to Ziva. It seems like he has no idea, but I'm dropping small clues here and there :)

Also, the sounds/sensations he is having isn't necessarily in a literal sense. There's a bit yet to be revealed

Thank you all again so, so much!

I remember that when the sounds of the machine had stopped I became really uneasy, I think the stillness made me paranoid to such a degree that I started to miss the sound of grating steel. I had looked around to try and see where if I could see anyone, I wasn't just scared now, I felt really alone. In retrospect I was probably in too much of a state that they thought it was better to leave me until they had a cause of action. Apparently safety words didn't sit well with me, which was strange because I thought I'd felt that they were comforting.

Though, the reports weren't indicative of rain, I swear it must have been raining, I was so wet, my clothes felt damp and heavy, and everything around me was dripping. I'm not sure why they didn't mention that, I'm almost certain it was.

Anyway, I tried to call to Ziva again, the silence made me crazy- I figured even if I sounded out of my mind, it beat the hell out of not trying.

I'm not sure how long I laid there, or how many times I called her name – but I grew tired, like exhausted to the point where breathing felt difficult – I can't really remember that part.. I think it must have reached a point where I was moaning or trying to move or something…

You know what still gets me? Is that we were holding hands and smiling, and the night before that she was lying next to me.. I don't think I've mentioned that yet? But she laid down next to me, I asked her what she was thinking. I know it doesn't sound like much, I don't know.. It was more than that. I guess it's hard to explain. But what gets to me the most is that even after Somalia, kidnappings, deaths, bombings- I still managed to not to sway from my usual ambiguous words to her.. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? People tend to have these epiphanies after one near death experience, and there I was still living my life exactly the same way. It's kinda pathetic huh? I felt like a coward.. I still feel like a coward. I guess I didn't want to admit it to myself for a while, she's an attractive woman – and I just assumed that was it for a while, I am a DiNozzo after all and often we are swayed by beauty. Have I told you about the first time I actually realised I was in love with her?

I'm sorry; I'm getting off track again. It's hard to remember specific details after that point when I was calling her name, I remember I felt warm and tired and that was it. There were moments of faces appearing over me; I think they were cutting my shirt off at one point, um, someone apologised I think it was a female, a lot of stuff didn't make sense, what they were saying didn't add up. I remember feeling strange and really light at one point, it was around the same time someone was holding me down, things are a bit dark from there.. They must have pulled me onto a stretcher because they strapped my head in to a sort of block, I looked up and saw a black sky I was moving along, I guess it had stopped raining, I still couldn't see Ziva.