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So my birthday around 15 minutes and as my present to you I am posting this chapter :) I guess this is the climax of the story - which is why it is longer than usual. There is limited Tiva interaction but there will be in coming chapters :)

I am happy with this chapter; but I am a little worried... It's a little... different to what I would usually write, I guess.

Thanks to SSAPrentis for reading this a little earlier :)

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The trip was mainly quiet, it was awkward; Ziva didn't want to be there and apart of Riley was aware of that. She knew a million other places she would rather be at the current time. Most of them had to do with Tony.

She spent around five minutes playing with the radio in the car so there could be something filling the empty silence between them. Through her posture she made it clear she was in no mood for conversations of any sort. She faced the window and watched the town fly by.

It wasn't until just out of town when she spoke, "What do you have planned?" Curiosity had gotten the better of her. She had butterflies in her stomach - the uncertainty of not knowing put her on edge. Even when her father used to become drunk there was always a predictable aspect of it. He would have the first drink and her and her siblings would retreat away from him, most of it was unpredictable; but that one aspect gave her a sense of comfort. She liked to be on top of things - she was a person who thrived on organisation and routine. This, going away with Riley - whom she did not trust - to a place that was unfamiliar made her feel like he had the upper hand. It was something she didn't like feeling. Really, she wouldn't like the feel of any of his hands.

A part of her told her that if it were Tony that was taking her away for the weekend she would feel different; but she also knew that she trusted Tony. A few weeks dating and she was already feeling as if she could trust him with her life.

"It's a surprise," He replied, "What would you like to do?"

"Go home," She said.

"Come on Ziva, don't be like that," He said in a sickly sweet voice that made Ziva's skin crawl.

"What do you want me to be like then?" Ziva asked rhetorically, "I had things to do this weekend. Abby has a party."

"That is beside the point."

"What is the point then; you taking me away to what? Punish me?" She said.

"Of course not; I want to marry you."

"Yeah, I'm sure your reasons are legit," She said under her breath low enough so he didn't hear her.

Silence consumed the car again. It took them another hour before they arrived.

The shack outside of town that he took her to wasn't a shack rather an elegant house. It couldn't have been considered to be a mansion, but it was big. Everything was nicely designed and organised Ziva admired it for a moment but she really expected nothing less of the man. He was rich - apparently, she wasn't going to acknowledge anything as true until it was proven. Especially anything coming from the man beside her.

He pulled up the driveway and came to a stop in front of the house.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

Ziva hoped he didn't see her admiration, "It is okay," She said. It wasn't a full lie; the beauty of the house was toned down by the fact that she had to be there with him.

She saw him smirk out of the corner of her eye, "Do you want the tour. It's not as big as it looks. One bedroom, one living room, two bathrooms, a kitchen, outdoor entertaining area, pool," He said, "It is my father's.

"Okay, sure," She replied as she opened her door and walked to the back seat and took her bag from there, swinging it over her shoulder, "Did you say one bedroom?" She inquired.

"Yeah, the other bedroom was changed into a gaming/workout room."

"What? It is dangerous to have games and 'work out' equipment in the same room," She said.

"The room is fairly large. It has half gaming and the other half is for fitness. Dad figured once I was old enough to move out he would use this place as his get away. I have rented it for the weekend," He said.

"What about your Mum?" Ziva asked in a softer tone than she would usually use with him before she could stop herself.

"She left us when I was like five. Haven't heard from her since," He said emotion filling his voice.

"I'm sorry," She replied in an even softer tone. She was shocked with herself. She didn't care for the man yet she was still offering her sympathy to him for having no contact with his mother.

"It's okay; I got over it a long time ago. Dad was there for me when it mattered," He said.

"How about this tour?" She asked after a moment of silence where neither of them knew what to say.

"Yeah, if you would follow me," He said as he took his two bags (one she assumed had food in it) before locking the car and leading him up to the house. "It's all on the one level aside from the attic in the roof - which is just storage space," He added before he opened the door to an open plan living/dining area. With a rather large kitchen to one side and a glass wall that almost completely brought the outside area inside.

Since the house was situated on the side of the woods, from the front door Ziva could see green where ever she looked. Next to the kitchen there was a hallway; which she assumed lead to bedroom, gaming room and the bathroom/s - if she assumed that one bathroom was an en-suite. He walked past her and she followed, following him down to the fartherest room from the beginning of the living/dining room.

He silently placed his things on one side of the bed which automatically made her assume that that side was his side and the other side was hers. She didn't like the idea but she went with it for now; she placed her bag on the floor beside the bed.

"So this is the bedroom; obviously. Across the hall is the gaming room," He began as he walked past her out the door and back down the hall, "There is the main bathroom and I think you can tell what this is considering it is the main room which you just walked in from," He opened door with a metal looking frame, "The pool is in that shed and this is the entertaining area and back yard."

Ziva did her best to not let the surprise show. The house was massive because the rooms were massive; there were barely any rooms in the house.

A few hours later Ziva was leaning against the railing of the balcony as she stared into the dark night. She had a bottle of water in her hand and was occasionally sipping it.

After the tour, he had gone about her business and he went about his. She had messaged Tony, Abby and her brother and she had cooked. He attended to a few small maintenance jobs around the house that apparently his father had told him to look at while he was there.

She didn't look over her shoulder when she heard the sweeping sound of the door across the wooden decking boards. There was no need; no one else was here. They were at least an hour and forty five minutes from her house. It suddenly occurred to her that she could scream and no one was likely to hear her. She shook the thought. All she had been thinking about was getting home and seeing her siblings, her mother, Abby and of course Tony.

She felt his hands on her waist as he buried his face in her neck. She didn't yield to his touch like she would have if it were Tony's. As he kissed up her neck towards her collar bone one of his hands began to creep from her waist to the front of her abdomen heading slightly down. She caught his hand.

"I have told you I do not want to do this at least until we are married," She said, Tony's words over the phone running through her head.

"Why not?" He said. He was pulling her closer to him; she could feel him against her back - all of him. She shifted uncomfortably against him, which didn't do much except him holding her even closer.

"Because there are too many questions unanswered. I am not willing to do anything with you until I have answers to those questions," Ziva replied.

"You have to face the facts here Ziva, you are going to marry me whether you like it or not," He said as he turned her around so she was facing him, pushing her against the railing.

"You can make me marry you; but you can't make me love you," Ziva said.

"True; but I don't need you to love me," He replied.

"So you will just use me for your own satisfaction; for sex?" Ziva inquired.

He studied her for a brief second before a smile made its way across his face, "Your father was right; you interrogate subtly. Do you fine your answers by deception Ms David?"

"Would you tell the truth if I asked straight out?" She said.

"Why don't you try it?"

"Why do you want to marry me?"

"Because I like you," He replied.

"Liar," Ziva whispered.

As soon as she said it she regretted it; he pressed his lips against hers. She stayed still, not moving within his arms and not moving her lips. He pulled away after a moment and looked at her.

"You would think that if you liked me you would go about things a little more traditionally," Ziva stated.

"There is nothing more traditional then asking your father for your hand in marriage," He said in a sugar coated voice that was slightly husky.

"I was talking about asking me out on a date."

"But I needed to know that no one else could have you. I asked you to marry me so I had you to myself without fear of you being taken," He said.

Ziva studied him for a moment before she laughed, "How long did it take you and Abba to come up with that lie. It is pretty convincing but I still don't believe it," She stated once she had stopped, "Now, if you would excuse me," She said as she tried to move around him.

What ever was in his eyes before had been replaced; replaced by anger. Ziva felt her stomach drop, but allowed the confident façade to stay put.

"You think it's a lie, do you?" He said as he raised his voice, "Would you like me to show you how wrong you are?" He said as he grabbed her arm causing her to drop the water bottle on the decking and pulled Ziva through the house to the bedroom before all but throwing Ziva to the bed.

Ziva began to panic slightly. Her heart to began to beat faster and her mind was racing a million miles per second for a way to get out.

"I do not have to stay here," She said as she attempted to sit up, she slid to the side of the bed and moved a little further up the bed before attempting to stand. He pushed her backwards.

Her head hit the wooded frame of the bed head with a loud banging sound. The pain made her disoriented for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again. She brought her hand to touch the spot on her head that felt like I was swelling. It was sore to touch. She looked at her hand. The frame had split the skin.

On the pristine white pillow case she wiped her hand. There was no way that she could be told she was not there now; even if he washed the pillow and he case there would still be traces of blood from where she struck her head.

She stayed in the half sitting position she landed in. A different tactic would have to work.

"You won try that again," He warned her.

"You cannot make me do this," She said as he voice began to show cracks where the panic was seeping through. He had crawled to hover above her before pulling her further down the bed. She hissed as her head came in contact with the beginning on the pillow and the friction against it.

"Really? We will just see about that," He replied as he pinned her hands above her head.

She twisted against his grip trying in every way she could think of to loosen the grip enough to free her hands.

He kissed her lips again, forcing his tongue easily into her mouth while she struggled before moving to her neck and continuing lower.

Her heart beat even faster, panic and adrenaline pumping through her veins.

She hooked a leg around his waist and with strength she didn't know she possessed at that point in time she turned the tables. It was now her above him. She had the upper hand. He held her hands above his head, but she managed to get one free before beginning to free the other.

He threw her off him. The edge of the side table cutting into the skin of her stomach as she stumbled past it. Her shirt has rid up while she fought him.

She didn't think as she took her coat from her the top of her bag and walked quickly from the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"Away from you!" She said forcefully. Her phone was on the bench - she grabbed it and headed for the door; not looking back as she slammed it shut.

The cool of the night brought her back from the adrenaline high a little quicker then she would have other wise. Her head began pounding, stinging where she had the cut and the rather large, deep cut to her stomach was still bleeding and was throbbing.

As soon as the pain became apparent she took a moment while she continued to walk; she had no idea where she was going. She had her jacket and her phone.

She pressed the jacket to her stomach to try and slow down some of the bleeding. She was sure she had concussion as well. With one hand she juggled the jacket and in the other she found Tony's number. It didn't even ring - didn't even connect.

She continued walking in the direction she was sure they had come from. Until she needed to stop. The pain was bearable but it hurt more to walk.

She was about to take a seat on the side of the road for a few minutes when car headlights caught her in their glow. She wasn't sure what to make of it when the car slowed and came to a stop next to her. She didn't care who it was as long as it wasn't Riley. She stood frozen as she watched the window wind down, adrenaline beginning to kick in again. She was almost doubling over to keep the jacket's pressure steady.

"Are you okay?" There was a man at the steering wheel.

"I am fine thank you sir," She said as she turned on her heel and started to walk again.

"You sure? Do you need a lift?" This made Ziva stop and walk a little closer to the car, sizing the man up.

"My parent always told me not to get into the car with a stranger," She said.

He didn't reply. She saw him look down at his passenger seat; he reached over and opened his ID, "Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, NCIS,"

"NCIS?" Ziva replied.

"Naval Crim-"

"Criminal Investigative Service," She finished, "I have heard of you; my father has done business with NCIS," She added, "Ziva,"

"We're not strangers any more; do you need a lift?" He asked again.

Ziva thought for a moment; if she were to get in the car - she could get back to the city quicker, but she didn't know this man - he could be worse than who she just left. But something in his steely blue eyes told him otherwise.

She took a few steps towards the car and he removed his belongings from the passenger's seat. She got to the door and looked at her hand before looking up at the waiting man, "I have blood on my hands," She watched as he immediately became suspicious, "I haven't killed anyone; it is my blood." She backtracked.

He reached over and opened the door from the inside, "Why?" He asked.

"I just ran into a bench," She lied as she removed the now bloody jacket. The bleeding had slowed to almost nothing but had made a mess over her torso.

"Okay," He said doubtfully, "Then I will take you to the hospital so it can be stitched up," He said.

"That is really not necessary," Ziva replied.

"Okay," He said.

He started the car; she could tell he wasn't going to listen to her. She simply sighed and took her phone from her pocket dialling the number of one person. She put her phone to her ear. It didn't ring. It didn't even connect. She tried again and again with the same results. She turned her phone upside down, removing the cover and then the battery. The sim card slot was empty. The bastard had taken her sim card. She couldn't call for help if she needed it. He had taken away her escape - like the shack, no one would be able to hear her scream, she wouldn't be able to call anyone and scream to them if she needed, he isolated her.

"Can I please borrow your phone?"

"Why?"

"Mine is not working,"

"I have never trusted them," He stated as he handed her his phone.

She dialled the number.

"Hello," He answered after two rings.

"Waiting for me to ring, huh?"

"Ziva?"

"Yes?"

"This isn't your number; is everything okay?" He asked, only concern in her voice.

"Riley has taken my sim card," She replied.

"So this is his number?"

"No, I would not ask for his phone if my life depended on it," She said.

"How are you calling me then? Pay phone? Do you want me to come and get you?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride,"

"Who is it Ziva. I'm not in the mood to play games," He said.

"Because I really am. I have a gash across my abdomen and a cut at the back of my head. You really think I'm playing a game?" She snapped.

"What did he do?"

Ziva saw Gibbs out the corner of her eye. She could tell he could hear Tony's side of the conversation over the soft hum of the car, "Um, I will tell you later," She said.

There was silence on Tony's side of the phone for a moment, "Where are you going? Please tell me the hospital?" He said.

"What is it with you people and the hospital," She said, "I guess, I am not driving. I will ring you when I know which, okay?"

"Okay, do you at least know whose car you're in?"

"He is a federal agent. I think I am pretty safe," she replied, "I will talk to you in a bit,"

"Okay," He said hesitantly before she hung up.

She could hear the worry in his voice; he clearly hated not knowing as much as she did.

She handed the phone back.

"Who was that?" Gibbs asked.

"That was my boyfriend?" She replied, "Tony,"

"And the person who did that to you?"

"My fiancée," Ziva sneered, "Riley,"

"You're getting married and you're dating another man?" Gibbs inquired.

"It is a little more complicated than that Agent Gibbs. I would rather not discuss it," She said.

"Just Gibbs. How long has he been doing that?"

"Not this exactly; he has never done this. It is usually implied threats,"

"He found out about your boyfriend?"

"No, not as far as I know. He found out I was laying to him about other things,"

"Are you going to take him up on charges?"

"Not worth it. I cannot believe I offered him sympathy when I found out his mum left him when he was young," She mentally kicked herself.

"It's not your fault," He said.

"What was NCIS doing out that way?" Ziva said changing the topic.

"A case," Gibbs replied.

A silence settled over them. But it wasn't awkward. She tipped her head back and slightly to the side to avoid pressure on her cut, closing her eyes.

"What's your last name?"

"David, why?"

"Your father Eli?" He asked.

"Yes," Ziva replied.

Gibbs nodded in thought. He knew something.

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