Sarah David lay in her bed, her face painted with tears, once again she had had a nightmare, her past from Israel still haunted her and she found it hard to hide lately as the anniversary of Tali's death approached.
Ziva heard her daughters hushed sobs from her bedroom, and frowned, and went to find her.
She silently walked into her bedroom and climbed into the bed beside her, and pulled her daughter close to her.
Not a word passed between them, but then again it wasn't needed, they had an understanding that it would never be spoken of.
And she simply held her child gently, till she fell back to sleep
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