~~~A year and a half later~~~
Willow was 17 now. She had a new boyfriend named Jake. He was her age and very nice. He treated her right and Tony made sure of that. He had a long talk with him before things got too serious. Willow only got to spend a little time with him. Not much.
Today was the day after her 17th birthday. Jake had visited her. He gave her a pretty necklace.
Willow fixed her hair and touched the beautiful necklace she wore. It was February and very cold out. Jake came from behind her and kissed her cheek. "Hey Willow. Heading home?"
Willow nodded. Jake walked alongside her. It was quiet and a little awkward. "Want to come hang out at my place until dinner?"
"I guess. Why not?"
She held his hand as they walked home. They turned onto the street of her house and saw a black car driving towards them. It swerved on the wrong side of the road. It was headed straight to them and didn't stop. Willow slightly screamed as it came to a stop inches away from them. Two men came out and ran up and grabbed them. They put bags over their heads and threw them in the back. Then they got back in and drove off quickly.
Willow had her hands bound and her ankles. Jake had his wrists and ankles tied as well. They sat close together. Willow leaned on him, feeling a little safer next to him.
When the car stopped, the men dragged Willow and hake out. They stood them side by side. Everything was quiet for a moment except for some chatter in other language. A blast of water hit Willow. It was cold. Very cold.
She nearly got knocked off her feet. The water continuously sprayed her. Then hake. Then her. And then jake again. Finally it was turned off. Now she shivered, standing there in the non-heated room.
One man took the bags off of both of them. They glanced at each other, then around the room. They weren't the only ones being held captive. There was another man. He had a darker skin tone. But not super dark. More like a Hispanic.
He looked sorry for them. The men came over and glared at jake. Then moved on to Willow. One man with curly hair stroked the side of her face. "So pretty..."
Willow turned her head. "Don't touch me..."
Curly repeated the motion. "What are you going to do about it?"
Jake jumped a little. "Hey! She said don't touch her!"
Another man with freckles slapped Jake across the face. He glared at Freckles. Curly got up into Jake's face. "Listen here, you're not in charge. And you'll learn that very quickly."
As curly walked away, he barked out an order to freckles and a man in a black outfit. "Strip them. They don't deserve warmth."
The other captive stood up. He wasn't bound, but he didn't try to escape. "Tell me, sir. What did they do to deserve this?"
He had a strong Brazilian-type accent. Curly chuckled. "They did nothing. But what her parents did. That is a big deal. The boy is just for fun."
Soon, Willow And Jake stood next to each other, completely naked. The whole scene was quite awkward for both of them.
It didn't take long before Tony and Ziva realized that something was wrong. They got home and had no response. Willow would usually come say hi. But not today. Andy went to his usual place. Ziva called Willow's cell phone.
"There's no answer..."
"Keep calling," Tony responded. He called Gibbs. "Gibbs, is Willow there? She's not home and I thought maybe she went to see you."
"No.. Is everything okay?"
"I don't know. It looks like she never made it home. Nothing is disturbed. Everything is normal."
"Keep looking. I'll call around"
Ziva finally got an answer.
"Hello, Mrs. DiNozzo."
"Who are you??? Where's my daughter?"
"She's a little... Tied up." Ziva heard muffled screams in the background.
"What have you done with her!? Who the heck are you???"
"Calm down, Mrs. DiNozzo."
"Do not tell me to calm down. Now tell me, who. Are. You?"
"I'm an old enemy. You killed my daughter. You killed my son. You even killed my brother. And now. You will pay the same price."
"I'm sure there was a good reason for their deaths." Ziva glanced at Tony, who was on the phone with McGee.
"There was not a reason! You killed them."
"Why don't I believe that?"
"You should. Because your daughter has done nothing. And I will kill her. She's an innocent. And she will die."
"What do you want?"
"I want my children back. But now, I will let you live knowing your only child is dead."
Ziva didn't mention Andy. As soon as she got the signal from Tony, she hung up.
Willow was tied up, as he said. Literally tied up. Her mouth covered. Jake was also tied up. They had just been through heck together. Something they never should've had to go through at that age.
The other captive was ordered to clothe them in rags that they had lying around. The dress was three sizes too big on Willow, and Jake didn't even have a shirt. Both of them had been whipped and tortured in more ways than one. Willow sat on the floor, tired and upset. She hurt all over. Jake was hurt as well, but he tried not to act it.
The man left the room for a few minutes. Jake turned to Willow. "Willow... I'm sorry."
"You had no choice, Jake. He would've killed us both. It may have been pointless, but you at least have my parents time to find us..."
