Cold glass against her cheek was the first thing Ziva felt when she woke up.It took a few seconds for the sensation to register as wrong. Too cold. Too smooth. Not a pillow, not a couch, not the scratchy carpet in her apartment. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, like she’d bitten it, and there was a faint ringing in her ears that rose and fell with her pulse.She tried to lift her head. Nothing happened.Panic flared, sharp and sudden, but her body lagged behind it, heavy and unresponsive, as if someone had poured wet cement into her veins. Hospital, she thought hazily. Or maybe the backseat of a car. Somewhere safe. Somewhere that made sense.Her eyelids were heavy like someone had sewn weights into them but she forced them open anyway and blinked once, twice before the world swam into focus with lights too bright. She was sitting... No, kneeling on a cushioned platform.She was wearing a white dress that definitely wasn’t hers with silk thin straps, the kind of thing you’d wear
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