Freezing cold

Wet

Water pushing in from all sides

Heaving lungs trying to push in air

Boulder, charging rapids

Pain, unconsciousness

Ziva rolled onto her side, panting slightly from her rough trip downstream. She lifted her head and scanned the rising sun. She remembered seeing Lieutenant James being carried off downstream and caught a glimpse of Tony being bashed around the rocks a little further down after she found her feet from under herself and crawled onto the bank. Orienting herself as best as she could, Ziva hauled herself up, Downstream, she thought and Ziva made her decision to move.

The Mossad Officer was soaked to the skin and shivering but she pushed herself to take the first few steps in the promise that she would dry out as she hiked downstream with the aid of the rising sun.

Tony felt like he’d been beaten with truncheons on every inch of his body. He had so many aches and pains that he didn’t know which part of himself to feel sorry for first. At first, Tony had no idea what had happened, what was wrong with him; but then the images came flooding back to him: landmines, Khmer rouge, a dead Major, a broken bridge, kolonel, gunfire, a river, rapids, rocks, Lieutenant James, Ziva…ZIVA!!!

Tony hauled himself up onto all fours, using a small tree trunk to get on his feet. Moaning as the pain in his broken collar bone announced itself; Tony tried to ignore it as he searched the surrounding area for the Mossad Agent. The Italian hung on to the tree, willing himself to find some energy before falling back down onto all fours, unable to stand without feeling sick and dizzy. The pain and cold was unbearable, and, letting out an agonizing groan, Tony collapsed back onto the ground unconscious.

The Mossad Officer had been walking downstream for almost 15 minutes when she heard it. Someone was moving in the brush, somewhere upstream from where she stood. The Khmer Rouge, they’ve found me again? Possibly, Ziva thought, although she doubted it. This someone was by themselves and moving around too loudly to be one of the strict and well-trained soldiers that had been on the bridge.

Ziva pulled out her knife all the same and crouched down, silently creeping towards the source of the noise when that someone let out an agonized groan that sounded suspiciously like –

“Tony?” Ziva wondered aloud, discarding her knife, she raced out from under the cover of the trees to the bank of the still roaring river to find a figure with dark hair, lying face down on the jungle floor.

Lieutenant James brushed off an assortment of twigs, mud and bugs that had caught onto him during his rough plight downstream before walking briskly towards the two agents on the bank; one crouched, one still on the ground, and pulled out his satellite phone…finally…

SORRY SORRY SORRY!!! i know its been such a long time since i have updated but i've finally finished all my exams and assignments and should be able to update more regularly:)
this is a reallly bad chapter, sorry, but i wrote it in about 10 mins cos i thought that i needed to publish something before all you guys gave up on me haha!

hope you enjoyed it...please review and suggest any ideas as im in a bit of writers block:) thanks to my reviewers soo far you are alll amazing!!!!!!!!!