Slowly, the pounding pain in Zivas head got stronger and stronger as she awoke. Slowly opening her eyes, she was expecting to be blinded by a bright room. To the contrary, the sandy room was dimmed by only a small window cut out of the blocks above her.

Her wrists were still cuffed in front of her while her ankles were bound with scratchy rope.

"Where am I?" She whispered to herself. Ziva slowly sat up and leaned against the wall. She lifted her cuffed wrists to feel the caked dry blood on the right side of her face.

She looked around the room and the horrible memories started flooding back to her.

She was sitting in the far left corner of the rectangular shaped room. A small, simple wooden table was placed diagonal to her, with only two chairs facing one another in the center of the room blocked her view.

•flashback•

Sitting in a hard chair in the mid-day heat, a dirty brunette women was bound with old ropes with her head hung low.

A man with a rolled cigaret opened the bolted door and walked in. After stepping on his cigarette, he walked over to the women. He stopped infront of her and looked at the Star of David neckless that hung on her neck. The man suddenly grabbed the back of her hair and hurled her head up. "Tell me everything you know about NCIS!"

•Flashback•

Finding herself gasping out of panic, she pushed that memory away.

"The past is the past." She whispered.

-.-.-

What felt like an hour later the bolted door started to unlock.

"I see your awake!" A man said after shutting the door behind him. "Let's go."

He grabbed her cuffed arms and lifted her up. She found the strength to pull away but stay on her feet.

"Aww! How cute! The little former Mossad and now NCIS agent is fighting back! Well you will learn!" He said showing how much he knows about her.

"Who are you and what do you want?" She barked.

"You will learn soon enough!" He laughed stepping towed her. She leaned up against the wall so she wouldn't stumble.

He walked to the door and opened it. "Hey!" His deep bellowing voice called.

Two huge men that were three times bigger than Ziva walked in calmly. Standing behind who Ziva thought was their boss, they waited for their next instruction. With one arm movement from the boss, Ziva suddenly found herself Being lifted off of her feet.

"Let me go," she growled thrashing as the grips of the men grew tighter and tighter and they pulled her down the hallway that led into another room, exactly like the one she just came from.

The only difference was that there was a briefcase sitting on the table. The two men instantly went to the chair facing the table and rebound her to the chair.

"Let me go!!" Ziva repeated trying to pull away from them, to no avail.

"Thank you," the boss said as he entered the room. The two men nodded and left the room, locking the door behind them.

"Now where should we begin?"