Gibbs lay in bed, he had just discovered he had a daughter, so he lay awake wondering what he would do.
He heard footsteps on his lading and the back door open and shut.
He leapt from the bed and ran down the stairs in a hurry and out the back door.
Sarah was sat in the snow, in shorts and tank top pyjama set, her eyes blank and her skin covered in bruises and scars.
He moved to his daughter's side "Sarah, come in its too cold"
Sarah stared ahead of her, tears streaming down her face, her skin turning pink from the cold but she seemed unaffected by such intensity of weather.
He sighed and shook her shoulder, but all she did was mutter in Hebrew, well what he assumed was Hebrew.
He lifted her light body in his arms and gasped at how little she weighed, it was like lifting Kelly, and she had been younger.
Ever since Ziva had been killed, Sarah did this every night, in her sleep, she walked downstairs and sat outside, waiting for her mother to come home. She blamed herself, and she didn't want anyone apart from her mother.
Gibbs brought her in and set her down in front of the fire, wrapping her in her mothers coat and a thick blanket, laying her so she was comfortable, as she cried, he did his best to comfort.
He always tried to comfort her but it was no use. He wasn't the one she wanted.
When Ziva had passed away in Somalia, Gibbs had been notified that he had custody of his daughter. He had been shocked because Ziva had not told him.
Truth be told the reason she never told him was that she feared he wouldn't want her or their child. But they would never know that, because she was gone and would never be able to speak the words. And nor would she be able to tell him or her own child that she loved them with all her heart.
Gibbs held his daughter close to him as she cried herself to sleep, there was nothing he could do that calmed her, because he was not the one she wanted. He blamed himself, he wished he could swap places with the young Israeli so that Sarah would have her mother, but he knew he couldn't, which made him feel like he failed them both, just like he felt he failed Kelly and Shannon.
Sarah slept, but was haunted by nightmares and squirmed in her sleep, thrashing about and crying.
When she finally woke, her eyes were empty again and lifeless, like shed lost everything she ever had. She lived. But inside she was dead. She couldn't trust, and she couldn't love. Not anymore. Not without her mother.
She simply could not go living without her. She needed to be with her.
And that night she would be with her.
A family reunion would happen soon. Sarah would have both her parents with her. And now they would live. After death.