BLACK ORCHID (10/13), 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 9


As she slowly regained consciousness, Abby struggled against the bindings on her wrists and ankles. Though she knew she should fake being asleep, the restriction caused panic to surge inside of her. She had to get out, she had to free herself. She had to get to Ziva and Gibbs and warn them.

Thrashing her body around, she felt the bindings were actually handcuffs, more than likely issued by NCIS, and there was something wrapped around her head. She was blindfolded. She whipped her head around, trying to dislodge the cloth, but to no avail. It was tied too tightly.

Abby yelled then, trying to make a sound someone on the outside would hear, but the gag in her mouth prevented anything but a garbled noise to escape. Then again, was there an outside for there to be someone to hear? What if her sounds only served to draw her capturer in before she could find a way to escape?

She had no idea how long she had been in her capture’s possession, but she knew the longer she stayed, the worse her situation would become. Continuing her movements, she noticed that the cloth was moving up a bit. Underneath the edge, she could see a light flashing on and off. The light went from blinding white to pitch black.

Not giving up, she kept rubbing and tossing her head around as the blindfold moved a bit more. Finally, the cloth fell away, revealing her true situation.

All around her was equipment and instrumentation that struck terror in her. This is what Ziva had to live through. No wonder her memory failed her. No one would want to suffer through these memories. She would never be able to doubt the strength of her friend again. But now, here she was in the middle of Ziva’s nightmare, about to become the newest participant.

As she struggled to get the complete layout of the room, she had to continually blink her eyes against the constant changing light. Squinting, Abby found the source of the changing light. It must be designed as torture device, made to help brainwash the captives. This guy has watched WAY too many episodes of Star Trek: Enterprise.

Trying to find a way out, she heard the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking open. Panicked, Abby turned toward the sound, unsure of what was going to be coming through.

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Walking through the door casually, Raub made his way into his domain. Taking a deep breath in, his body clenched in anticipation of the hours of pleasure he would eventually derive from this room and its occupants.

Seeing his newest guest with her blindfold off, he begrudgingly told the woman following him to have a seat. He did receive a moment of happiness when he saw how willing his Orchid was to following his demands. He would not have to waste time in retraining her, when now his focus would have to be in the training of his newest captive, his Rose.

As he walked across the room to the bed she was chained to, he new his movements looked disjointed and startling, menacing thanks to the changes of the light. Not only would it serve his purpose later during her training, but it would also help him drive her into an even greater fear and panic now.

After he had knocked her out in the car with a sleeping agent and brought her to his home, Raub had redressed her and laid her out on his bed; a black bride given as an offering to him, the conqueror. Now as he walked up the length of the bed, he allowed himself the pleasure of touching her as he moved, dragging his hand along her leg, hips, stomach. As he stepped closer to her face, he allowed desire to darken his features as her terror etched her face.

“Hello my beautiful Rose.”

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The moment of terror Abby felt when Raub had entered had been immediately tamped down when she saw Ziva come into the room, free of restraints. But that momentary lapse was crushed when she saw her friend.

Ziva had entered the room free, but broken. Abby could see the other’s woman’s slouched shoulders and blank expression. She seemed to also drag her feet as she walked, not at all like the person Abby had come to know as being fiercely independent and strong. Now, she just seemed like a broken version of herself.

Abby’s visual examination of Ziva ended as Raub touched her. She shifted as far away from his touch as she could, but she was trapped. He had her so spread out and cuffed on the bed that she had no way of getting close enough to the locks to pick them. Instead, she was cornered and was quickly becoming frozen in place as his gaze met hers.

In that horrible moment, she looked over to Ziva. But for what, she didn’t know. She knew whatever help she needed would not be coming from that corner. Ziva was beyond able to help even herself, let alone both of them. But when she looked, Abby felt at peace, felt almost a sense of triumph. All was not lost.

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His eyes pierced through the steel wall in front of him. But all he could see was emptiness, a blurred image of himself reflected back to him. No answers could be pulled out of its cold depths, no revelations. Nothing he was so desperate to find. No matter how hard he stared, or how painful the guilt was, as the guilt drove a knife through his infamous gut, could change what happened, could change the decision he had made that altered it all.

Flicking the emergency stop, he dropped his head, the pain overwhelming him. His eyes grew heavy as the anguish crowded out his features. How could he have let the two women who meant the most to him slip away? What in god’s name had possessed him to take a shower, to take his eyes off of Ziva? And now they were gone, lost in oblivion with a madman. Would he ever get them back?

Abby, his favorite, the one who felt the most like a daughter. Who hugged him and teased him, no matter how gruff or grumpy he may seem. Who brought him down to earth when his sense of honor drove him beyond what was right.

Ziva, his assassin, the one who knew the darkest nature of him and did not find him lacking as a man. Who could be counted on for missions outside of normal procedures. Who backed the team up with the experiences of her mysterious past. Who pushed Tony and McGee, and even himself outside of their comfort zones. Who, even now, occupied his thoughts of what had happened between them. His body and soul ached for her, needed her next to him.

Swinging around, Gibbs slammed his fist into the elevator’s wall behind him. Pulling his hand away, he stared down the dent he created. The darkened lights of the elevator created a black hole in the wall, a perfect imitation of the emptiness he was feeling. His gut was broken, his heart empty as he wondered how he was going to get through the next few hours, days, until he found his girls.

Taking a deep breath, he flicked the switch to on as the elevator made its way to the squad room.

Stretching out his hand, he sighed when he noticed he hadn’t broken any bones in his hand, denting the elevator doors. He wanted the pain. Needed the pain to stay focused. But now, all he’d have were bruises. Leaving through the doors a bare moment after they dinged opened, he saw his other two agents, hard at work.

Tony jumped to attention as Gibbs charged into the bullpen, yelling “DiNozzo, report!” Popping out of his chair, Tony took the remote control for the plasma away from McGee.

Activating the screen, he started to account for what happened in the house when Ziva was abducted. “There was a struggle in the living room where the blood was found.” He pulled up the first picture, indicating the blood patterns.

“The glass Ziva used was a piece of medical equipment, which she must have taken from the hospital earlier.” He clicked to the next picture of the bloodied piece of glass. “The little amount of blood evident says that the wound she inflicted must have been superficial, probably on the face or hand. Knowing Ziva, she would have gone for the face, for a more lethal kill. However, because of the lack of evidence suggesting she was overpowered, the intruder must have had some leverage to get her to go willingly.

“I coborated this with the FBI agents in the unmarked cars outside. Apparently, they saw an FBI agent escort Ziva out of the house and into a car similar to their own and assumed someone from their agency was taking her to another safe house.”

“Then they assumed wrong, DiNozzo! What other place would have been safer than mine?!” Should have been safer than mine. “Have you figured out what leverage he used?”

“Based on the timeline of when Ziva was last seen and the digital footage McGee found of Abby leaving, I would say that he already had Abby and used that to make sure Ziva came quietly.”

“McGee!” Gibbs barked out. “Have you figured out how Abby was taken? Why she left with him?”

“I think I did, Boss,” he said as he stood up, taking control of the remote from Tony. Putting up the footage of Abby’s lab and her abduction, McGee talked over it. “Before Abby was taken, she had called me up, telling me she’d had an idea on how this guy had known so much about each of us and what was going to happen.”

Clicking a button, he pulled up footage from even earlier that day. It showed Abby taking apart the virtual hard drives of one of her computers. “Though she didn’t tell me over the phone, from this video you can see her finding software in her computer. Boss, that program isn’t supposed to be there. But it’s gone from her computer now.”

“McGee…” Gibbs warned, waiting for the point.

“Sorry, Boss. What I think Abby was going to tell me was that whoever had taken Ziva had bugged our computers. After seeing that video, I went through all of our equipment. Each computer had a software program that acted like a recording device. Boss, this thing is genius!” Tim said, almost in reverence.

Gibbs turned around and looked like he was going to punch the younger agent for his comment. “Sorry, Boss. I meant that this program actually served multiple functions. First, it copied everything unsecured from our computers. For some reason, it didn’t hack through the secure files. I guess he didn’t need them.”

Changing the plasma to a screen cap and video of the program operating, Tim kept talking. “Then, the program actually recorded audio of whatever was being said in its vicinity. When something created noise, the program would start up, creating files in a ghost drive on the computer. Then the guy would have access to all that information. Using the software’s access in the computer, he hacked into all of our systems and was listening to us, watching us virtually.

“I think that’s how he knew what was going to happen. He heard us say it. That would explain why Abby went with him, because he knew the safe word.”

Clicking one final time, he brought up a short video, when the kidnapper showed his face to the camera. “We got lucky, Boss. He may have known most of our technology, but he didn’t know everything Abbs had installed. Special Agent Raub, in CyberCrimes. Boss, I was working with him until the team came back together.”

A fire lit in Gibbs’ eyes as he finally laid eyes on the man who dared to harm his family. Walking up closer to the screen, his face frightened his other agents. They had never seen him that way; a mixture of rage and determination.

Looking at the face taunting him, Gibbs vowed he would make the bastard pay, would make him regret ever touching one hair of Ziva’s, would kill him for taking his girls away.