Title: Dark Static
Spoilers: Aliyah, season six.
Summary: A 100-word snapshot of Ziva's experiences in Somalia, pre-Truth or Consequences.
Author's Note: Just a little drabble. I don't hate Ziva - I love her! But when I'm in a crappy mood, I write torture!fic. And Ziva suffers so well...
Her wrists are bound with a chain attached to a hook, which is screwed into the ceiling. Her feet dangle agonising inches from the floor. She does not have the strength left to struggle; her joints ache from bearing the weight of her body. Dizziness, fatigue and hopeless nausea assail her broken body. The bruises covering her body pulse and ebb with muscle-deep pain.
"Gibbs," she gasps through dry, chapped lips. "I am sorry, so sorry…"
He stands behind her emotionless torturer, a silent mirage. As her senses fade to dark static, so does the hallucination of her compassionate saviour.