NCIS: TIVA STORY!

Find me!

Ziva POV

It hasn't even been a full week here and I am already slowly loosing my mind.  Being tied to this tree and constantly being tortured at random times is taking its toll. I had a deep stab wound in my left thigh, cuts all down my arms, a gun shot wound in my right arm, and I had been raped numerous times. I had hoped the team would have found me by now, but I have begun to conclude that they aren't even trying.

"You hungry?" the man spoke with a little hint of a laugh in his voice.

I watched him exit the car with a brief case I have seen many times this past few days. He sat it on the table to my left and opened it. He than set a laptop with a live video streaming in front of me.  My eyes followed the mans hands. They drifted down my shirt and he ripped it open. He then grabbed a sharp 498 marine combat knife. He held it to my stomach.

"Tell me Ziva, where is your precious Tony now?!" the man spat, staring me straight in the eyes.

My face held no emotion as he slid the knife across my stomach. I wanted so bad to be able to fight back, but I knew trying was useless. The man would only shoot me or rape me. I needed to save my energy. The man looked at my face and went back over the cut, digging deeper and deeper. A little scream slipped from my mouth and he smiled. Didn't he know? If he kept going for the stomach, I would defend the little one with my life. No one knew except me, and I intended to keep it that way. I instead stared at the team. Their faces were pale and they looked at me like I was just a ghost.

"You b***h! Why no emotion?!" the man bellowed.

He moved to my face. He slapped me, punched me, even dared to cut my cheek. He smiled as blood ran down my face. He turned his back and I mouthed the words find me to the team. The man sneered when Tony attempted to speak, so he ended the video and shot the laptop.

"What did you tell them!?" the man demanded.

 I glared at him. He turned to me and shot my foot. He then wiped his knife with a cloth that smelled of bleach, put it neatly back in the brief case, and left it on the table and drove off. This was my chance! I quickly slid the rope off my wrists, which I had been working at all day, and closed the brief case. I then put the bottled water that had been sitting on the table since I arrived in a pocket I had just made from my loose shirt, grabbed the brief case, and ran. I didn't follow the tire tracks, though. I did not want to take the chance of them coming back and catching me. So, I ran in the opposite direction.

1 hour later

Ziva POV

I had been on the run for a while now. I had come across a patch of trees. I stopped for a while, but I had to keep moving. I didn't know if they had realized I was gone or if they were even tailing me, but I didn't dare look back. The pain in my foot was almost unbearable, but I pursued. Surely Gibbs had McGee trace that video. They had to be looking for me. I then saw another group of trees and I rushed to them, sitting in the sand and leaning on the tree trunks. I rewrapped my foot since the other cloth was completely soaked with blood. Once done, I looked to the sky. I watched the sun set and knew I would be in danger if I didn't find a hide-out soon.

"Find me Gibbs." I prayed.