The sky was painted black, the stars looking like diamonds sparkling in the sky as the rain fell down as though crying for a loss.

Ziva knelt on the floor in the middle of the street, cradling her daughter's body to her; Sarah had passed away when her motorbike collided with a lorry. She hadn't stood a chance; it came out of nowhere and didn't even look.

Ziva cried rocking her child as she sung softly to her. She sung Sarah's favourite song; Jerusalem of Gold, the same song she sang to her daughter when she was younger.

Jethro knelt beside his wife and rested his hand upon her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and his deceased daughter.

Ziva had tears streaming down her face, "I will always love you my princess"

Jethro held them close as the paramedics came too late. The only sounds that could be heard on the way to the hospital were her cries as she begged them to take her instead.