So i´m here with a new story, Don´t worry i have already typed it out, And checked so i can post it in the next couple of days if you like it.
Ziva was fast asleep until she heard an unfamiliar sound. Sam, she thought immediately and ran to daughter Samara's room. A six year old girl who looked exactly like Ziva. On the way to her room she grabbed her gun and was now holding it in position. It may seem a little over reaction but something in Ziva's gut told her that it was necessary.
She entered the room and saw that her she was correct. There was a man standing above her daughters bed. She saw the look terrified look on Samaras face. That's when her motherly instinct took over. Which meant two things: She was overprotective she would do everything for her little Sammy, and it meant that she'd let her guard down partly. She thought as a mother not as a NCIS agent.
"Step away slowly," she said in a harsh tone.
The man did as she told. While the man obeyed her she looked down at her little girl, fear, with that she lowered her gun. That was the chance the man took, he kicked the gun out of her hands and threw her back in the hallway.
Ziva was surprised by this but she had to protect Samara. She wanted to go back in but the man came out, punching her, all the way to the livingroom. Not without a struggle though, Ziva kicked back with all she had. She was about to winn when she saw Amanda standing in the way from the livingroom to the bedrooms, her eyes full tears. And again it was enough for the man to take his chance he punched Ziva in the face and she fell to the floor.
''mommy," she heard her daughter scream.
She had to end this fast.
In the process of struggling the man had lost his gun also. In a flash she saw it on the floor, when the man turned to her daughter she grabbed the gun and shot. After three rounds in the back, he fell to the floor bleeding out. He was dead. The wounds were too high to hit Samara but there was blood on her.
Samara is she okay. Was the one thing Ziva could think of. She threw the gun on the floor and walked over to her little girl.
"Sam, are you okay," she said.
She looked in Samara's eyes, fear, betrayal and more fear. Ziva reached her hand to Samara but she steped back.
"Samara its okay tateleh."
Samara ran, opened the door and run.
"Samara," Ziva yelled while she ran after her daughter.
"SAMARA," but Ziva saw couldn't see her.
Ziva ran up the street, it was snowing and cold. There were footsteps in the snow, Ziva run after them. Very soon the steps in the snow were crossed with others and it was snowing pretty hard so the snow covered it up. Samara was no where to be found.
It was winter, snowing and her daughter was gone. In the dark, alone, cold and scared.
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