((Still waiting on a reply from Tastybacon for Lilith.  For now, a little Ziva David to fill in the ranks!))<br/><br/>Ziva David groaned, feeling like she had gotten hit over the head repeatedly as she came to, only to realize she was definitely not in Washington, D.C. anymore as her brown eyes adjusted to the darkened hallway she was currently in.  Luckily her belt, gun, and a few other items such as her knife, lockpicks, handcuffs, and badge were with her, but pulling her cellphone out didn't help a bit since there wasn't even a trace of a signal in this place, wherever this place was.  She needed to figure out what had happened to her and figure out a way to get free.  Despite the situation she was in, the young Isreali officer kept her cool as she walked onward, looking for anything that might help her out of this mess.  She had been working an undercover case the day before involving arms dealers back home with Tony, McGee, and Gibbs lending aid along the way.  The mission had been a success and they were flying home, that was the last thing she remembered as she passed out on the way back.  There was no way she couldn't have noticed being drugged without putting up a damn good fight first.  She was Mossad, and that meant something since she could speak seven different languages fluently with a few more at the basic level, had extensive combat experience both hand to hand and with weaponry ranging from pistols to sniper rifles, had knowledge in torture methods, and was a damn good undercover operative when the need arose.  There were few things she couldn't handle, or so she liked to believe.