This is my first attempt at an NCIS fanfic. It's going to be from the end of season 6 to the beginning of season 7. It will be about the thoughts that went through each agent's head and what we missed out during the break between seasons for Ziva. Thanks!

I do not own NCIS...although I wish I did! haha...

May

Betrayal. One word that kept creeping through her mind as she sat tied to a chair. She was betrayed by the people closest to her; the people that she supposedly felt safe with. Her own family had even betrayed her. She wondered if they were even searching for her, or if Eli even cared that she was MIA.

She sighed and hung her head. Flashes of Gibbs kissing her on the cheek popped into her mind.

"Take care of yourself." Gibbs had said as he walked away from her, leaving her shocked and hurt.

She held back tears as she thought about the way she felt when Gibbs, the closest thing she had to a real, loving father, had just abandoned her and left her in Tel Aviv. It was as if he had picked Tony over her.

Tony.

Images of Tony lying and the floor and Michael gasping for air next to him zoomed around in her head. Tony was immature and stupid. Going to her apartment, without back up, and killing Michael, and just because he was jealous. JEALOUS! He had no right to be in her apartment in the first place. And he was double parked!

Ziva scowled at the thought of Tony. He betrayed her too. He was her partner. They were supposed to support each other and have each other's backs. Instead Tony betrayed that trust. She sighed and looked around. She knew that she should never have allowed herself to trust anyone. Trust is overrated and sometimes you just have to look out for yourself.

But what about McGee and Abby? And Ducky? They hadn't betrayed her. They were her friends. She felt bad that she had left them and not said goodbye. And now she may never see them again. She had no way of communicating to them and letting them know that she was ok, which by the way, she wasn't.

She began to wonder if her father was even looking for her. Eli. She had taken this job in order to finish what Michael had begun. Unfortunately things took a terrible turn and now she was here, captured and alone. She silently hoped that her father was sending out a search team, but she knew better than to hope for that. When he had a mission he wanted completed, he would do anything and sacrifice anyone in order to get it done. She was alone in this. She had no way of hoping for any good to come out of this.

She heard footsteps and became afraid. Fear had never been something that she experienced often. The last time she remembered feeling afraid was when she almost got shot while she was under cover and she barely dodged the bullet and shot him. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Just then, the door creaked open and four men walked in.

"Tell me, why are you here?" one of the men asked in a heavy accent.

Ziva just looked up at them and glared. The man asking the question got angry and hit her across the face. Blood trickled from her mouth and she felt numb around her eye.

"Now tell me! Why are you here!" Another man asked angrily.

Ziva still refused to say anything and that angered them. All four of them began beating her until she fell off the chair gasping for air. They walked out and mumbled something about the boss coming too speak to her.

Tears were forming in her eyes, but she held them back. She would not let them fall, she had to be strong and survive this. If she could.

She was aching all over and when she moved, she winced. Her face hurt the most. They showed no mercy and made sure she was beaten until it hurt. These men are killers, and they would stop for nothing.

Ziva hung her head. Too tired to try to keep it up anymore. That's when she heard more footsteps. The boss. She froze and swallowed loudly. This would be painful. The door creaked open and the man walked towards her.

He came to a stop in front of her and pulled her necklace off. No! She thought. He looked at the necklace in his hands and reached for her. He pulled on her hair, causing her to gasp and look at him.

"Tell me everything you know…about NCIS." He said.

Ziva's beaten face just stared at him. Gasping for air as the pain coursed through her body.

So this is it. This is how I'm going to die. Betraying those who betrayed me. No. I cannot do that to them. They may have betrayed me, but I will stay loyal to them. Ziva thought.

She shook her head, and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned back.