Ziva slowly rolled over from the spot where she was thrown. She slowly go on her felt and stumbled back to the left corner.

Ziva slid down the wall and crouched in the corner, folding her arms between her knees and her chest. The tight pressure on her thigh wound forced it to bleed more quickly.

She slid her legs flat and put both hands on her wound. Ziva hissed and cussed in pain.

Soon, the pain subsided and she could relax. Questions started storming her head. 'What if they don't find me in time? What if I die before they do find me? Whats going to happen next? Do they know that I'm even gone? How long have I been here? Will I ever have the chance to tell Tony how i feel?'

-.-.-

The door opened and Sam waltzed in carrying her handcuffs. "Get up,"

Zivas face was still as she refused to move.

"I said get up!" Sam growled again grabbing her left arm and pulling her to her feet. He quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back. "We are going to play a game, Darling!"

He dragged her down the small hallway, past the other room, toward double doors. Inside was a huge room with a blank floor plan which was the size of two basketball courts.

He walked her to the middle of the room and sat her down on the floor. "The game is called Cat and Mouse." He explained calmly. "You are the mouse while my friends are the cats." He laughed while Zivas gaze locked on the doors where she had just came through. Tree men all dressed in black and jeans came in and circled Sam and her.

She gulped. Sam continued to laugh while he unlocked her cuffs.

"I will ask you a question. If you answer it, correctly, I will not the 'cats' loose." Explained Sam walking over to a chair in the middle of the back wall.

Ziva didn't answer as she tried to make a plan.

"Question one." He signed as he got comfortable in his chair. "What are the names of your team, excluding Tony?"

She was silent but slowly stood up and turned, facing the three men. The men started to come toward her. Ziva knew what will happen to her team if she gave up the names. Everyone will be compromised and disbanded. She also knew what will happen if she didnt answer. 'I took on many more men before in Mossad.' She thought.

She turned and looked at Sam. She shook her head then quickly turned back to the triplets making ground on her.

"Okay, boys," Sam laughed. He was enjoying this.

Suddenly the three men started to close her in she decided to try to out run them first. She ran through the hole and made it to the far wall. She started to get dizzy as she fell to the ground.

She watched as she helplessly watched the three men surround her. All three were unfamiliar. Before Ziva had time to cry out, she felt herself behind lifted up and put in a headlock.

She was then beaten by the other two men. The one that put her in the headlock used his other fist and knocked her in the jaw.

"Stop," growled Sam suddenly. The headlock gave way and Ziva limply fell to the ground. Unable to move, she could feel the bruises develop on her stomach.

•Flashback•

"I'm sorry," Ziva cried as she backed into the corner at her Ray's place.

"Sometimes sorry is not good enough," Ray growled as he clenched his fists walking toward her.

"Please!" She yelled as she ducked under him and ran toward the door.

"Come back," he growled as he pinned her against the door.

"No," Ziva cried as she felt the bruises starting to re-appear under rays hands.

•Flashback•

"I need her conscious you ass!" Sam screamed pulling Ziva out of her horrible memory. He pointing his gun at the man. A shot rang off and the man fell dead, laying right beside Ziva.

"Get her back to the room!" He ordered. One of the men, who was obviously younger. He wasn't as large as the other two.

The man lifted her up and softly placed her over his shoulder. Ziva groaned as the pressure of the guys shoulder pressed against the bruises.

He quickly walked down the hallways and entered her cell. He shut the door behind him and whispered, "My name is Dallas. Dallas Mills. I will help you get out if you can help me."

"Okay," was all she could mumble as her arm swung limply over his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Dallas whispered in her ear as he softly laid her down in the back corner.