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"Dad is worried about you." Sara said calmly, sitting next to her sister.
"I don't care." Ziva answered stubbornly.
"You should."
"Well, Sara, I don't."
"Why?"
"He...he lied to me. I try so hard to please him, and yet, he still feels that he needs to lie to me." Ziva stood up, and crossed to the window, and stared out.
"It's always been hard for him, Ziva. He wanted a son-"
"And he got three daughters. And then he has an affair, and finally gets his precious son. And then has his mistress killed."
"And now his son is dead too, Zi. You have to feel sorry for him."
Ziva suddenly turned, and stared at her sister. "I don't! I was the one that killed him."
"What? No, you didn't. They...they said that that agent killed him, not you...not you." Sara stuttered, and then stared at Ziva in disbelief.
"He was a murderer. He killed that woman, that agent, for no reason!"
"Dad has people taken care of too, Ziva. Why don't you kill him? And you've killed people. Why not just shoot yourself!"
"Dad has reasons, I've had reasons-" She said, but was interrupted,
"When is there ever a reason to kill anyone?" Sara snarled, and stood up, and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Ziva sighed, and sat on the couch, looking outthrough the window over the green grass.Sara had a point, she thought, when is there ever a reason?
