BLACK ORCHID (3/13), 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 2


Hearing the order as Gibbs hastened out the door, Special Agent DiNozzo looked up from his perusal of work emails. Grabbing his PDA, he motioned to McGee to follow him. "Come on, McGoober. Let's go find out where this new crime scene is. Seems to have Gibbs' panties in a twist."

Taking the stairs up to the Director's office two at a time, Tony impatiently tapped his foot at the top of the path, just to irritate his teammate. "Move it, Probie-san. I thought you were trying to do the whole working out thing. Shouldn't you be moving faster?"

Dashing ahead to make sure he was first, he ended up wrestling with McGee through the door into the room with Cynthia's office. Bursting through at the same time, they both stumbled in. Straightening up his clothes and nodding to the Director's secretary, Tony made his way to the door.

"You can go right in, Agents DiNozzo and McGee. The director is expecting you."

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After his initial examination of Ziva's wounds, Dr. Mallard laid a white sheet across her tortured body. The next and final part of his exam would require her awake and Gibbs to leave the room. Turning to the Senior Field Agent, he said "Jethro. I'm going to need you to leave now. This next part...I will need to do a rape kit on her. She'll need to be awake and would probably desire some privacy."

He could tell Gibbs was about to refuse, needing to remain by her side. Changing his tactics, Gibbs nodded in agreement. Holding Ziva's hand for a whispered moment, Gibbs' face was a mask of pain for the Mossad agent. Heading out between the curtains, Gibbs grabbed his phone out of his pocket, stealing his face back into his impenetrable mask, and prepared to call Tony for the other Agent's sitrep.

As Gibbs left, Ducky turned his attention back to his patient. Laying his hand on her shoulder, he delicately shook her awake. He knew he had to be careful, not only for her injuries, but also for her reaction. As a trained Mossad assassin and one who had been obviously tortured over a singular length of time, Ducky had to be careful she did not try to attack him.

"Ziva? Officer David? Ziva, can you hear me?"

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Struggling against the blackness, Ziva fought to resurface. She no longer wanted to be consumed by the dark waters. She wanted to breathe again. Suddenly and immediately, she felt safe. Someone was with her, letting her know that she would be okay. There were no words, but almost a touch. But as quickly as the touch was warming her and helping her stay afloat, the touch was gone. She needed that voice. That voice belonged with her.

Then her name was being said in a soothing, Scottish accent. She knew that voice. It was different from whomever had touched her. Less warmth and more comfort. Like the touch, she trusted the voice. The trust and comfort aided her almost as much as the touch had, and pushed her the final edge to consciousness.

In a roughened, dried voice, she replied "Ducky?"

"Hello, my dear. Welcome back. We have missed you."

Trying to sit up, Ziva finally noticed that she was nude under the blanket. "Ducky? Where are my clothes?"

"Jethro and I removed them for evidence and so that I could do your examination. But, I am sorry to say, the exam is not quite finished. I need to finish the rape kit, my dear, and I need your assistance."

Her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened slightly when Ducky informed her of Gibbs' presence when she was undressed. But then the color drained from her face when he mentioned the rape kit. Suddenly, her stomach was filled with dread. Her palms clammy with nerves.

"A...a rape kit, Ducky?" At his nod, she took a deep breath. Stealing herself against the fear that suddenly pervaded her body, she followed the medical examiner's advice. Throughout the examination, Ziva concentrated on her breathing, trying for deep inhalations. In and out. In and out. Feeling the cool air of the hospital pull into her lungs, and the stale CO2 leave, she wondered at the sounds ringing around her. In her concentrating, she heard a gruff voice faint in the background. The tenor of the voice helped to relax and take her mind of the doctor searching for evidence of rape.

"All done, Ziva, all done." Packing the evidence of rape away, he moved up towards the top of the hospital bed. "Gibbs told me that you remember nothing about what happened to you. Has anything come back to you, yet?"

Searching the black ocean of her mind again, Ziva tried to locate some memory, something that would help, as she resettled her body on the bed. She started getting flashes of something. Sucking in a shocked breath, she started talking, almost to herself.

"I was in a...basement, or something similar, underground. It was secluded, no windows."

Another flash. "I was chained." Lifting up her hands, she observed the chafed and bloodied skin around both of her wrists. The space of the injury showed a large-sized manacle had chained her down and that she had fought to free herself. And though she couldn't see her feet, she knew that she would find similar injuries there.

Another flash. "He knew I could pick locks. So he broke my fingers, in the beginning, to make sure I could not. I think they have begun to heal." Suddenly, the memories became too much, so she pushed them under the surface again.

"I am sorry, Doctor Mallard. I cannot..." at that her voice broke and she turned her head away from him in shame. She was never the weak one, never the one who needed help.

"Ziva, do not blame yourself. You are the victim here, and you have done nothing wrong, my dear. Can I do anything for you? Anything to make you comfortable?"

Looking up at her friend, knowing that her clothes were now evidence, she asked quietly "May I have a hospital gown, please?"

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"Keep me informed Tony."

"Got it, Boss."

As he saw Ducky walking towards him, Gibbs flipped his phone closed and shoved it into the front pocket of his pants. "DiNozzo and McGee found blood and hair evidence, not all of which appear to be Ziva's. In addition, it seems that some evidence was left behind deliberately. Whoever this is,the bastard's trying to mess with me, Duck."

Taking a deep breath, he faced the other man. "Tell me. How is she?"

"Not good, Jethro. She has several broken bones; ribs, fingers. And aside from the bruises on her skin, which you've seen, I cannot tell what is wrong internally. We will have to wait for the medical staff to do those tests. She has cuts throughout her body, purposefully designed to weaken her. What I haven't told her is that she has been branded, Jethro. On the back of her hip, with the words Black Orchid. And, Jethro, she's been raped. There's severe trauma. I've taken samples and will have Abby do a rush on them." He waited then, internally cringing at the upcoming reaction.

"The bastard branded her, Duck? With what?" Gibbs could barely contain the rage building up inside of him. He had a deep and violent urge to hunt down the man who dared to touch Ziva, to kill him with his bare hands.

"With an iron, I believe. Something hot enough to burn her skin. It will take several surgeries to remove that mark. Anyone else, I don't believe would have survived what our girl in there has lived through. She will need your help, all of our help. To move beyond this torture and back towards any hope of becoming the woman we knew."

"Is there anything else, Doctor?" His rage was in check, but only by a slim margin. He needed to see her, to touch her, to make sure she was still there.

"She has started to remember, Jethro. Only bits and pieces. Slices of memories, really. She remembers being held in a dark, windowless room. Having been chained. And also having her fingers broken, several times, in order to prevent her from picking the locks on her chains."

Seeing the other man begin to shake, Doctor Mallard knew, after their many years together, that Jethro would either explode or implode. Ducky hoped, for everyone's sake, that he exploded and found the man responsible.

"Go to her, Jethro. She needs you now."