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AN: I decided to try rewriting this fic, please tell me what you think.

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Jen is sitting reading in her study, working on her computer when the doorbell rings. She had promised Ziva that she would mind her kids tonight. Jen quickly strides out to the front door, and opens it.

First she sees Ziva, who's wearing a pair of tight black denims and a dark purple halter top with sequin detail. Ziva greets her. "Shalom Jen."

Two school-aged children dart through the door, straight past Jen, into her house.

Jen ignores the overexcited children's behavior, and greets Ziva. "Shalom Ziva." And then calls out over her shoulder. "Shalom Jezebel, Calev."

"Shalom Auntie Jen." The two children respond in unison from somewhere upstairs.

Ziva then gratefully hands over their overnight bags to Jen. "Thank you for agreeing to mind them tonight. I love them, but I really need the night off."

"That's no problem Ziva. So, what are you planning to do?"

Ziva smiles excitedly. "I'm going out with some friends, and then I'm going to take a long, hot bath, without being interrupted."

"Sounds nice." Jen says wistfully. "So where are you going? And why don't you have your weapons with you?"

"There's a new club, Destiny, in Georgetown. My friends insisted I join them to check it out." Ziva laughs slightly. "And these clothes don't really leave anywhere to hide my gun, and I can't wear a holster; it seems to make American men nervous when I have a gun strapped to my hip."

Jen chuckles, imagining that scenario. "Okay, well have fun. I'll take the kids to school in the morning."

"Thanks." Ziva looks at her watch. "I have to go, don't let them stay up too late Jen." She then turns to leave.

"Good night, Ziva." Jen closes the door as Ziva walks away briskly.

Ziva arrives at the club twenty minutes later. She quickly makes her way in, and joins her friends at the bar. Within minutes an attractive young guy approaches her.

"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink... Miss?" He prompts her to give him her name.

Slightly drunk already, her inhibitions reduced; Ziva replies. "Ziva ...Ziva David." She might be dating Tony, but that doesn't mean she can't have fun.

After ordering her a drink, he extends his hand to her. "Jack."

Ziva accepts his handshake, and doesn't notice as his other hand slips a couple of small pills in her drink. "Nice to meet you Jack." She says seductively, unaware of the danger she is in.

Jack just smiles back, watching as she gulps down her drink. He then leads her over to a small table close to the door, away from her friends.

Just minutes later, Ziva starts feeling strange. She can't keep her eyes open, she realises that she's been drugged, and tries to stand up, tries to get away, but her legs buckle under her weight. "Help me." She tries to yell, but in her current state, it comes out as barely a whisper.

She is powerless as Jack leans down, scoops her up in his arms, and carries her out to his car. As he roughly drops her on the backseat, Ziva finally loses her battle to remain conscious.

The next thing she knows, Ziva wakes up, tied to a filthy bed. She tries to scream, but quickly discovers that there's duct tape across her mouth. She fights against the restraints, in the process she knocks over a nearby table, causing Jack to appear at the doorway within seconds.

"Hello, Ziva. So nice to see you awake. I thought you were going to sleep right through our fun." He says, his voice now reveals his icy and dangerous true nature.

Again, Ziva tries to cry out, but with no success as Jack proceeds to roughly pull off her pants. He then undoes her top, and pulls it off too, then he proceeds to kiss her.

Ziva begins to cry defeatedly as he feels him kiss her body with bruising force, she knows what is coming next when she feels his growing erection pressing against her stomach.

Sure enough, within seconds he moves away from her slightly, and pulls her underwear down to her ankles.

Now she truly begins to scream and cry in, but the duct tape continues to muffle her increasingly desperate cries.

Jack climbs off the bed, and quickly removes his pants, and then his briefs before climbing back onto the bed. He wastes no time before he violently penetrates her body.

Ziva screams again as she feels herself being ripped apart. As he continues to thrust himself into her over and over again, Ziva's thoughts turn to Gibbs, Tony, and Mcgee. What will they think when they are called to investigate this?

She can see the contents of her purse scattered over the floor, thought she cannot see it, she knows that her NCIS badge is there, so when sheis found, NCIS will be called.

What will they say?

What will they think? I couldn't even protect myself, how could I be so stupid?!

No weapons?! Accepting a drink from a stranger?!

I am an idiot!

Jack pushes her slightly, and her glance moves to a picture of Jeze and Calev in her otherwise emptied wallet.

Will I ever see them again?

Their father is dead. What will happen to them if I don't get out of here alive?

Then, after what seems like a lifetime. Ziva feels him get off her. She doesn't however notice him grab a broken lamp off the floor, and before she realises what is happening, he hits her in the head, hard, and everything goes black.

TBC... (If you want me to)

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