Okay, this is the last chapter but I will have a Spin off from this story with scenes similar to the recent season. Here's a glimpse(Idea); A few days later after Ziva comes home, she feels someone watching her. Every corner she turns, there is someone in the shadows watching her…but who? Now on with the story!
Hours later Ziva felt a soft material under her, as much as it brought comfort to her, she felt pain starting to explode back into her body and moaned in pain. She looked over to her left slightly with the only good eye, her right, she made out Ducky's figure shifting through supplies and Gibbs with Tony by his side watching her. Gibbs mumbled something to Ducky making him turn around.
"Ah, Ziva my dear I see you are up, let me give you some medication to help you relax. He busied himself around for a moment until he found a syringe and slowly made his way to Ziva as to not frighten her. Just as he was about to administer the drug, she shoved him away.
"No," she stated simply with her eyes following the needle.
"Ziva, you need to take it." Gibbs, butted in trying to calm the young, frightened girl.
She looked at him then back at Ducky then once again at Gibbs. She nodded, letting Ducky give her the medicine through her arm just as he started to tell her, "I will need to clean you up in a few hours but now you must rest."
He gave her a light kiss on the forehead that comforted her and slowly the ever needed sleep took over. An hour or so later she woke up to a stinging feel of something on her swollen eye. It burned but she knew it was helping the enlarged bruise to her eye go down. Gibbs was looking over her comfortingly like a father would to their kid who just fell down and scraped a knee. Ziva moved her tongue around her mouth trying to work up enough saliva to talk.
She motioned with a grunt for the water on the side of her bed. He grabbed it for her and helped bring the straw to her parched lips for a long draw of the crystal water.
She finally got her mouth to work a spoke with a hoarse voice.
"Where's Tony and Ducky?" she asked with most of her strength before closing her eyes to help with the burning sensation of tears starting to fill her eyes.
Gibbs looked over her before replying, "They went to the town to get more supplies." He stated, putting the washcloth over her eyes but she pushed it off.
"Ziva?" He asked with concern
She didn't open her eyes until Ducky and Tony came into the room carrying medical and bathroom supplies as well as new clothes. Ducky came to her side and motioned Gibbs and Tony to follow in pursuit.
"Ziva dear, we are going to turn you over to look at you back, okay?"
Ziva nodded as she turned over onto her stomach, Ducky called for Tony to grab a pair of scissors to cut her shirt so they could access to her blistered back more efficiently. They carefully and skillfully opened the shirt to find in their amazement, long wound where she was whipped were puffy and infected all on her back. They opened the shirt more to her lower back to find the seared marks of where the man put his cigarette at to form the Star of David. The three men were in shock. Tony's face started to turn a nasty shade of green as he went to the bathroom to relieve himself of the nasty bile that was creeping its way up his throat. He came back as Ducky was assisting the infected cuts along her back with a heavy ointment and wrapping gauze around her torso. Ducky spent a lengthy two hours seeing to every cut and bruise that was significant enough to be seen to. Finally it was over, he gave her medicine for the everlasting pain that wouldn't recede and soon she fell asleep.
"Duck, what does she have?" Gibbs asked turning to his fellow worker and friend knowing that the outcomes wouldn't be good.
Ducky turned around with the clipboard that he was writing on for the past two hours. He sighed and taking a deep breath be began to read off the list of her injuries.
"Major concussion, a fractured bone in her face (that is the large swollen bruise on her cheek by her eye), deep cuts along her arm and forearm measuring 5 inches in length, four broken ribs which I had to reset, infected gashes to her back by a whip, probably a bamboo stick, multiple burn marks over her whole body, crushed feet (a common torture used in the Middle East, but hers aren't extensive, lacerations to her wrists and ankles (probably from being tied up), but you know what I found most interesting were these tiny bit marks."
"The rats," Tony said from the darkness of the room.
"What?" Gibbs asked looking at his Senior Field Agent.
"When we went into her cell there were rats in the corner of the room."
They starred at him for a second until Ducky exclaimed, "Oh my!"
Their eyes rested on the broken and fragile woman who was sound asleep for the first time in months.
They agreed to get another room because of the cramped living quarters where Ziva was getting better. Even though Tony had a grudge against it, Gibbs knew he was probably not on top of the list for her to see.
It was the middle of the night and Gibbs was asleep with his head in his hands sitting on a chair at Ziva's bedside when his gut feeling woke him up. Something was not right. Ziva was no where to be found. Gibbs drew out his gun and moved slowly to the bathroom door where a slit of light shone through. He slowly made his way around the door to find Ziva slumped on the ground grabbing the edges of the toilet and dry heaving into the bowl. Every inch of her was shaking from the sobs that ran through her body. Gibbs slowly entered the room and got down to his knees and rubbed very gently the only part of her back that didn't have large the large welts of her weeks of torture. She stopped heaving a crumpled into his arms as he held her. He gently picked her up from the cold hard floor and swept across the room to her bed and laid her down. She didn't let go of his neck. He sat down next to her on the bed to bring comfort and stayed that way until her sobs started to let up.
She let go and opened her mouth, "I didn't tell them anything Gibbs, I couldn't. They just wouldn't stop but I didn't say anything. They hurt me." Her sobs were coming back up her throat. "I couldn't run. I should have ran when I heard the first bullet but I froze. I should have just died." She ended with a great sob into his arms once again.
Gibbs didn't talk through the whole speech until he knew she was over.
"Shh Zivers, it's not your fault you couldn't run away. It was your own gut instincts and I would have done the same of I was in your place."
Ziva sobbed harder into his shirt leaving wet drops of tears on his shirt.
"Don't worry Ziva," he started again. "No one is going to hurt you again, not while I'm with you. Don't worry we're going home in a few days."
The last words stayed in her mind until she fell asleep.
Home, that is where she belonged,
Home, that was with him and the team.
She was going back home.