63Author's Note
Ok, this is my first NCIS fanfic so please review! I enjoy hearing from my readers so please read and if need be, criticize me! A little constructive criticizium is always a good thing.
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Chapter 1-Thoughts of Love
It was dark. The room smelled of must and mold. There was some sort of burlap sack covering my head. As I licked my chapped and somewhat blood-crusted lips, all I could think about was him. Why didn't he stop me? I wish that I wouldn't have left. I can not believe that I said I couldn't trust him! Another voice in my head, Abby's voice, said," How could you have been so stupid? He saved your life and you couldn't trust him?" The voice stopped for a moment. "Don't beat yourself up. You were upset and you weren't thinking." The sound of footsteps jolted me back to reality.
"Get up!" a voice yelled impatiently as someone yanked me off the ground. Finally, I'm leaving' this hellhole! Then, at that very moment, I decided that these people, whoever they are, are going to kill me. I was never going to see him-the bag was yanked hastily off my head. Ohh. I took a deep breath. Tony. Oh god!
As he was being held captive, he had been interrogated, hit, punched, slapped, and injected with truth serum. Even though he had gone through so much pain and suffering, he still thought about her. How she left with no warning; no thank you or goodbye. That is why he was here; now, in this room, a million miles from where he was supposed to be. But, in his heart, he knew he was where he needed to be. It was here. Breaking him away from his thoughts, that bastard who had captured him strutted into that craphole of a room. He slapped him across the face. "Where are the other agents?" Saleem persisted. "I really don't know." Smack! Another slap was wiped across his face. Then Saleem left. What the agent didn't tell Saleem was why he was sitting there: He wanted her. Ever since she left, he has longed for her. When he was at work, he would look up from a case file or some crime scene photos to see an empty desk across from him. She used to be there and she would always begin talking to him and asking him why he would always stare at her. He would just say," Oh, no reason, you just look puzzled, that's all." or something like that because he never could admit the truth. He loved her. Breaking him from his fantasy, the large, heavy door creaked on its hinges as it slammed open. This time, Saleem was not alone. A woman with a dark brown burlap sack over her head was lead to a chair in front of him. Saleem took the sack off. The captured NCIS agent's mind quickly returned to his endless pool of thoughts as he saw her face. The reason why he was here. His true love. His soul mate . . . his Ziva.