The slightly calming sound of a baby's musical chime toy filled the empty house in a way that was almost like a horror movie. No other sound could be head throughout the apartment.
The lights were out, lamps smashed, footsteps littered the floor along with various broken toy's that belonged to a little girl. A prominent trail of blood led from the bed in the main bedroom right up to the front door and through the doorway, leading out into the unknown world that led beyond the safety barrier of the front door.
A nineteen year old Israeli woman lay on the double bed, beside the blood drowned patch, the bed soaked so much it caused a puddle on the mattress and in the sheets. The young woman lay curled in the bed, curled in a way that hinted that she was previously wrapped around the now missing child, the door was wide open, which matched the wide open windows, which in turn caused the curtains to dance, a setting for a horror movie, but for this poor woman, this was her life, her life as a Mossad agent, and had she known the fate that await her daughter, would she have left Mossad? Or left the child?
The young woman sleepily reached for her child and frowned when she felt the wetness of fresh blood, her hand now painted red, as was her clothing and body, due to the amount of blood in her bed. Feeling the emptiness of space that used to contain her sleeping three year old daughter.
Ziva opened her eyes and panicked at the empty space beside her, the trampled room, and the sight of so much blood. This panic lasted mere seconds as the sedatives dragged her back into darkness, kicking and screaming, and she was mildly aware of the dull pain in her shoulder from the roughly inserted sedative.
Only hours before she had fallen asleep with three year old Sarah in her arms, holding her close and breathing in the scent of her child's chestnut corkscrew curls. Sarah snuggled into the warmth of her mother's chest and smiled softly whilst sucking her thumb softly in a soothing and childish manner, while her mother's arms held her close and was in a silent promise to keep her first born and only child as safe as physically possible from the dangers of Mossad, Israel and the terrors of the outside world.
Ziva would wake hours later, she would search for her child whilst being watched by Mossad, and by her first born daughter, as well as her father; Eli David.
After being told that her child had been murdered, she would gradually give up and hold a memorial service, not realising her daughter was there, as well as her kidnappers. The entire time she would wonder if her child was alive, whilst her little girl was raised by her uncle and his fiancée, unaware of the fact that they were not her real parents, and not even slightly aware of the torment that her biological mother went through and continues to go through due to her disappearance and the mind games that followed at the hands of Mossad.
A bright blue eyed girl named Sarah now runs through her grandfather's courtyard, chased her her fake mother, who went by the name of Marta. Five year old Sarah knew nothing of her true mother. It was doubtful that she ever would.
The mother on the other hand, at 22 years old kept the child's bear with her at all times, a sandy colored fluffy bear, smaller than her hand, with Sarah;'s name embroidered on it with golden thread, in Hebrew scripture.
Some can forget when a child dissapears but some must face unfair torture until the child is returned to them.