BLACK ORCHID (2/13), GIBBS/ZIVA (NC-17)

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Title: Black Orchid
Author: Victoria (starshines)
Fandom:NCIS
Genre: Het
Pairing:Gibbs/Ziva
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Last Man Standing, this actually occurs post LMS
Summary: Someone's out for Ziva. Will Gibbs be able to find out who before its too late to save Ziva?
Warnings: Reference to rape and torture, steamy love scene
Disclaimer: NCIS, all characters belong to the big D.B. Though I might wish otherwise...
Feedback: Yes, please! Love constructive criticism, just be nice. It's my first.
Special thanks and love to Bree for the beta!

Chapters: Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Epilogue

Chapter 1


She woke up to someone pounding on her chest. Strapped down to a bed, with a bag over her face, Ziva fought to get up. The pounding had to stop NOW! Thrashing around, she heard a voice.

"Miss? Miss, you need to stop. You are in an ambulance. We're taking you to Washington Hospital Center, Miss? Miss, can you tell me your name? Can you tell me what happened?" The EMT struggled to keep her stable, to take her vitals. But something about the situation bothered him. Why was she struggling against him? What had happened to her?

"No," she screamed. "Leave me alone. Don't touch me. Don't touch anything!" And then Ziva, going into shock, said only two words, repeated over and over, "NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky. NCIS. Ducky."

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Putting the phone down, he slammed his hand on the desk. Damn, this is not what I need. Pounding his finger on the speaker phone, Director Vance yelled, "Cynthia, get Special Agent Gibbs in here, NOW!"

How in the hell did this happen? Officer David was supposed to be on vacation. For that matter, she was scheduled to come back today. What in the hell is going on?

Gibbs walked into the Director's office with the smart ass smirk he always sported when around this particular Director. They didn't get along. In fact, Gibbs would wager that a word closer to hate was a more apt description.

Adopting an insolent pose, Special Agent Gibbs took the chair across from the Director's desk. Taking a long, loud sip of his dark coffee, he remember how much he used to enjoy coming into this office, how much he enjoyed the verbal sparring. But now, with a new person sitting behind that desk, Gibbs could only experience pain and regret. Had it really been only a few months? It seems like she's been gone for so much longer.

Shaking off that train of thought, Gibbs instead viewed the man who shouldn't be sitting behind that desk. A man he could probably call his nemesis, if he was inclined to care about this man at all. Through the last couple of months, they had settled into a working relationship; functional, and only slightly respectful. However, with Director Vance approving Ziva’s two weeks, the relationship was more strained.

"What can I do for you, Director?" Putting as much insolence as he could into that one word, Gibbs waited, with that same ole' smirk, for the Director's next move.

"Agent Gibbs, when was the last time you heard from Officer David?" Gibbs behavior rankled Vance, put his hackles up. Even though he knew that was what Gibbs wanted, Vance couldn't seem to prevent his reaction.

Raising an eyebrow, Gibbs considered his answer. He'd only had team back for two weeks, and at that an incomplete team. Vance knew he hadn't seen Officer David since she had left on vacation, ever since she applied for her two weeks leave. She had applied to him, the Director, instead of Gibbs. When hearing of her vacation request, Gibbs had been unexpectedly hurt and disjointed. He still didn't understand why she hadn't come to him, but instead the Director; the same one who had just previously split up the team. Gibbs wondered if that was why he had received no communication from Ziva, as if she knew that what she had done had affected him that way.

Deciding straight forward and curt would be the best approach, Gibbs responded "I haven't heard from Officer David since she left on vacation."

Looking down at the piece of paper containing all the information he wrote from the conversation with the nurse, Vance pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. Shuffling the paper, he considered how to approach this. He had a feeling he knew what the reaction from his senior agent would be.

"Officer David is currently being admitted to Bethesda Naval Hospital. She was discovered in a forest near her apartment, bloodied, bruised and completely dazed. When in transport to Georgetown Hospital, she regained consciousness and refused treatment. Additionally when she woke, Ziva repeated only two words: 'NCIS' and 'Ducky.'" Seeing the rising reaction from Gibbs, Vance continued on.

"When the paramedics heard the unidentified woman say NCIS, they immediately took her to Bethesda, rightly assuming that she belonged with us. They believed that once she was around Naval personnel she would calm down and allow the medical staff to treat her. However, when she reached the emergency room at Bethesda, she grabbed a surgical knife and backed herself into a corner. She now repeats the words 'NCIS,' 'Ducky,' and 'Gibbs.'"

The more Director Vance spoke, the more Gibbs could feel the rage pour through his veins. As soon as the Director had mentioned Bethesda, Gibbs had lost his insolent posture. When Vance said 'bloodied, bruised,' Gibbs had felt his right hand clench into a fist. And the moment he had heard that Ziva was calling for him, he was out of his chair and headed out of the Director's office.

"Where do you think you are going?" Vance demanded.

Not even turning around or showing a hesitation in his step, Gibbs responded "to take care of my team; something you apparently have no comprehension of."

Slamming the door behind him, causing Cynthia to jump in her chair, Gibbs flipped open his phone and dialed directly into Ducky's autopsy room. When Ducky picked up, Gibbs wasted no time in explanation.

"Ducky, meet me at the car. Bring your kit. We're going to Bethesda. Ziva's there. I'll explain more on the way." Flying down the stars, Gibbs stopped by his desk, grabbed his badge and side arm, and began to head towards the elevator, not even sparing a glance towards the rest of his team.

As he moved past the desks in the Squad Room, he yelled to Tony and McGee, "You have a crime scene. Grab your gear and head out. The Director," he almost spat that word out, "will let you know where you're headed. I'll call later for a sitrep." Shoving his way past an agent who happened to be walking in the pathway, Gibbs pushed another agent out of the way who was waiting near the elevator. He entered the silver box, alone, and slammed his hand on the button which would let him off on the floor that would lead him to his vehicle.

As the doors to the elevator began to slide shut, Gibbs' face took on a look that scared most harden criminals. He looked towards the top of the Squad Room, towards MTAC, and there was the new Director, arrogantly leaning on the railing overlooking the desks of the NCIS agents. The way he looked, like a man lording over his conquests, made Gibbs' jaw clench. But he had more important things to focus upon, namely the unexplained attack on the Mossad Officer. His conflict with the Vance could wait.

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Entering the hospital at Bethesda, Gibbs flashed his badge and asked where Officer David was being held. The look of complete and utter relief on the faces of the hospital staff let him know how worried and scared they were for the situation. Their relief, however, only added to the growing dread he was feeling in his infamous gut. Something was seriously wrong with Ziva. And for the first time, Gibbs was almost afraid to find out.

Nodding to the nursing staff, he motioned for Ducky to lead the way, knowing that this arena was Ducky's forte. As the medical examiner entered the room, Gibbs took a deep breath, trying to steal himself against what he was afraid was inside.

"Oh, my dear," he heard Ducky say inside the hospital room. "What has happened to you? Do not worry. We will take care of you."

On those words, Gibbs entered the room. On the gurney, Ducky's bag rested, but not Ziva. Instead, cowering in the corner, he saw her in a defense position, her head on her knees, surgical knife in hand. Ducky was kneeling next to her, talking softly to their colleague, trying to get her to come out of her emotional shock.

Kneeling alongside his long time friend, he turned his attention to the woman in front of him, the woman in apparent trauma.

"Ziva? Ziva, its Gibbs. Can you relax your hold on the weapon please? You're going to be all right. We're here now." As her hand relaxed its white-knuckled grip on the surgical tool, he relieved her of her possession. "Ziva, can you talk to me? Tell me what happened. Ducky and I are here to help."

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Her back wedged into the corner, she kept repeating the words like a talisman; "Ducky, Gibbs, NCIS." Though she did not remember what had happened to her, Ziva knew something did, that it was important for Ducky to do the examination of her person, for him and Gibbs to collect the evidence off of her. So, she refused treatment, refused the attention of the medical staff, and had in fact threatened them with their own tools.

In one hand, she held the surgical knife, in the other her bloodied, orange cap. She laid her head on her knees, pushing her brain to reveal her missing time. Point of fact, Ziva did not even know how much time she was missing. A day? A week? Hours? Only Gibbs could answer her questions, only Ducky could tell her what happened to her body. She felt broken, battered, violated.

Eventually, the hospital staff gave up on her, rather than risk injury from a crazed patient, though the nursing staff kept returning to the er exam room to make sure she was still alive. For which, Ziva was grateful. Every time one of the nurses came in, they would ask her questions, mainly to check if she was still ok.

The constant talking, beeping from the equipment surrounding her, and the general noises of the hospital blended into a humming background noise to which she replayed the only memories she had. She remembered starting back at NCIS after being sent home to Mossad when Vance had split of the team. But after returning from her undercover assignment, Ziva had no memories until waking up in the park.

But then, Gibbs voice pierced through the fog of her memories and the background noise. When he asked her to release her hold on the knife, she had to concentrate on each muscle throughout her fingers. But, she was finally able to do as he asked. Removing the knife from her hand, she felt his other hand lift her chin up. Raising a bloodied and bruised face to her boss' gaze, she finally started to relax . With Gibbs, she could trust. With Gibbs, she could believe in safety, even for a moment.

"Gibbs. You came. Thank you." And with that, she collapsed, unconscious.

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A low growl emanated from Gibbs when Ziva raised her face to his. Bloodied and bruised were not accurate descriptions of her condition. They weren't even close. Gibbs handed off the knife to Ducky, and not soon enough. For once she looked up, relief spilled over her face, and she fell forward into his arms.

Lifting her up, he cradled her body to him. Walking over to the gurney, he gently laid her flat on its surface. Smoothing the hair from his face, he murmured "What happened to you Ziva?"

Looking up to the other gentleman, Gibbs stated "I think she wants you to do the examination and me to collect the evidence, Duck. Its the only reason I can think of for why she rejected any medical care. The sooner we take care of her, the sooner the hospital staff can take care of her."

They worked in tandem; one cutting away her clothes and working across her body, collecting evidence and taking pictures; the other cataloguing her bruises, bloodied areas of her body, broken bones, cuts and other injuries. Ducky worked with sympathy and concern for the woman on the table. Gibbs worked with increasing anger and vengeance, needing to find the bastard who did this to her.

Gritting his teeth, he asked "What happened to her Duck? Where has she been for the last two weeks?"