My love in letters

Nightmare

Ziva's pov: I made another hash mark on the wall of the boat and then counted. "365" I said out loud. Tears began to stream down Abby's face while Jen was quick to comfort her. 365 days we have been captured, starved, and treated like trash. One day everything's perfect and the next day everything I've ever loved is torn away from me.

The day I was kidnaped started out any other day at NCIS. I walked in, McGee was at his computer and Tony was reading the newest addition of Playboy. I sat down at my desk and took a deep breath in while my eyes panned across the room. I was content. I would do anything to go back to that moment when everything was right and everyone was happy. I miss my freedom more than anything in the world.

"What do you think is going to happen to us?" Abby asked.

I looked at her and said nothing. She was in the worst shape. Her usually pale skin was even paler and that smile that she always used to wear has faded. Her spirit was broken.

I looked to Jen, but she didn't say anything either.

I was about to close my eyes to try to escape the situation when the door to the little room we were being held in swung open.

"Rise and shine ladies!" the man said as the sun light shined in behind him. He appeared to be tall and dark, but the sun was so blinding it was hard to tell.

I tried to stand up, but the chains that were mounted to the wall just pulled me back down.

The man laughed at my attempt and then closed the door.

"Good morning Miss David." He said as he placed a bowl of what looked like scraps in front of me.

I turned away in disgust and rolled my eyes even though I will probably end up stuffing my face with it after he leaves. The other girls just sat there dazed and frightened.

"What's the matter Ziva? You used to be so talkative."

He then grabbed my chin so that my head was facing him. It was now that I realized I knew this man. I don't remember how or where, but I recognized his hazel eyes.

"Don't you remember me darling. I was that kid that trained with you in Mossad. Funny how you can be so close to someone and then forget them in an instant."

Suddenly the memories came flooding back. I tried so hard to keep them pushed back into the deepest darkest corners of my mind, but now every single nightmare was surfacing.

"Ziva we had our childhoods ripped away from us so that we could become cold blooded killers. Don't you remember? I was that boy that washed your wounds when your father just looked at you in disgust. We grew up together."

All the blood drew out of my face and I began to get pale.

"I remember," I whispered. "I remember you Azel...."

He looked at me and smiled.

"I never pegged you to be one of the good guys Ziva. I always thought that you'd maybe end up working under your father or in a terrorist group like myself. It's a shame we had to meet like this."

He then turned to Jen and Abby. "Sorry I didn't come and introduce myself earlier. I was pretty wrapped up in other affairs."

Abby glared at him and Jen spit in his face.

"Ah! feisty are we?" He said as he whipped it off.

"Where are you taking us?" Jen asked, still filled with anger.

Azel chuckled and leaned closer to her.

"Now if I told you that would just ruin all the fun. Yes?"

He stood up, gave me one more evil grin and left.

The girls looked at me with questions on their tongues, but when they saw the tears running down my face, their harsh eyes turned to ones of comfort. I quickly turned my face to the little window in the room, attempting to hide my tears. All I could see out there was miles and miles of ocean. Each wave was making me feel more helpless then the last. I remember how excited we were when one day we looked out the window and saw Mike's beach house. There was hope then, but it's been weeks since we've cast our letters out to sea and still we are imprisoned on this boat.

Each day I wake up thinking that maybe today is the day Tony and the guys will come and rescue me, but each night I go to sleep thinking they may never come.

I'm losing hope and patience.

"Where are you Tony?"