A/N: First I want to apologize for the long wait, but both Diamond&Stars and I got extremely busy with the end of the school year. Second, I know that this chapter is much shorter than the others, but I thought that where I ended it was the best spot. Thanks again for all of you who have patiently waited, hope you like it. Enjoy^.^

Disclaimer: Yah, yah I know already. I don't own NCIS or the characters, but I am pretty sure we all wish we did.

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"No, I will make sure she is cared for, but you leave in two days. Oh and Ziva, I am sorry," he said with more compassion then she remembered hearing from him ever.

"Yes sir" she said and heard the click of his phone.

It was the morning she was due to leave and she was sitting in Ara's room. She had made it through surgery, but being so young her body had shut itself down to deal with the trauma and heal it self.

"I am so sorry I can't stay Ara, I love you so much, but I have to leave and I am not sure when I will return, but I promise you that if you fight I will be back as soon as I can be. You have to fight! I wish I could stay with you sweetie, but I have to leave now to catch the plane. Good bye honey, I will see you as soon as possible." She said as the tears threatened to escape again. She bent down and kissed her forehead before turning to exit the room. "I love you and will miss you." Was the last thing she had said before closing the door behind her and telling the nurses that they better take damn good care of her.

She made it to the car that was taking her to the plane and let the tears fall. She didn't know when she would be back to see her, but she prayed that Ara would fight and that she would be reunited with her in the near future.

End Flashback

Current Chapter

"Ziva!" Ahriman said. Ziva gave no response. She continued to stare out the window.

"Ziva!" Ahriman tried again.

"What?!" she yelled coming out of her thoughts. "What could you possibly want?!" she yelled with all the anger and pain the memories brought back. The good thing about going back to Israel was that she would be able to see Ara, but that was the only good thing. Ziva was thinking about her and realized that she would be seven. She was getting lost in her thoughts again when Ahriman started talking to her.

"I wanted to say that the whole fiasco that occurred before you were sent away has changed me. I am no longer that cold blooded killer that I was when I shot Ara." He noticed her flinch at this and added. "You know that she finally woke up from her coma." He said eyeing her in his peripheral vision.

Ziva began to listen closely "You said just? How long ago is just?" she asked.

"Four days ago." Ahriman said pleased with her reaction. "She has been asking for you non stop and the director won't let anyone in except for himself, and the nurse. He wants me to take you straight to head quarters and drop you off to see her." He said knowing that what he said wasn't exactly true, but he needed to say it because he needed her to allow the director to give custody of Ara to him once they were wed. Ara knew too much about him, even if she didn't even realize it. There was no way he was going to let her talk, he needed to take advantage of the fact that Ara didn't know she knew about him but in order to do this he had to put on an act to get custody of her. He looked over look at Ziva's reaction and noticed slight confusion in her features.

"She was moved into the care of Director David two months after the incident and since he resides at headquarters, Ara stays there with him." He elaborated and saw the confusion being replaced by slight eagerness.

"Good, I would love to see her. I have missed her very much in my leaveand I want you to take me to headquarters so I may see her and talk with the director." She said letting a little of her happiness show through.

She noticed that the car picked up speed some what and was relieved. The faster he drove, the sooner she would be able to see Ara and get away from him. She did not trust him one bit, no matter what he said. At the thought of Ara, all her thoughts about mistrust were wiped away except for the lingering voice in the back of her head that warned her not to trust everyone.

She was going to get to see her little girl shortly and the news was so good that it lifted her spirit to heights she couldn't have imagined. 'A few more minutes, just a couple more minutes' she continued to chant in her head.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at Mossad headquarters. Ziva didn't bother to unload her things from the car at the moment; she wanted to see her little girl again.

She walked into the building and was almost stopped by a new trainee when she saw Jack, one of the older agents at Mossad, stop him.

Jack had seen the new recruit heading to stop Ziva. He knew her well enough to stop the new guy so he grabbed the back of the new guard'sshirt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow." Frank advised. The younger man looked at him with a puzzled expression. Frank elaborated, "First, that is the director's daughter who was just ordered back from Virginia after three years. Second it is no secret that the young girl that is being watched by the director is hers, well in a manner of speaking." He explained without giving too much away.

The older man sighed and shook his head and explained further. "Think about it. She hasn't been here for three years. She considers that girl behind those doors as something like a sister, probably something more, and she has not seen her since she was sent to Virginia. Three years ago that little girl was shot and slipped into a coma, which was right before Ziva was sent away. The little girl just woke up. Are you getting it now?" Frank asked exasperated.

"Oh. Wow. Thank you." The younger man said, grateful that he was stopped before getting between an assassin and those she holds close.

Ziva heard the conversation that started between the two, but did not wait to intervene because she hated people talking about her, especially anything about her personal life. No, right now all that mattered was seeing her baby girl and making sure that she was okay.

She continued to the door that she knew held her father. She knew she had to see him and talk with him before she would be able to see Ara. She took a deep breath to hopefully gain the courage needed to proceed. 'Come on Ziva, pull yourself together! Ara is waiting to see you, now push the damn door open and face your father so you can see her!' she scolded herself for hesitating.

At the thought of Ara waiting to see her she found the courage that was needed to push the doors open and face her father.

She opened the doors. She would have never been ready for what awaited for her on the other side.

A/N: Well, there it is, I know that this chapter is much shorter than the last one and that I said I was only going to do a few more of Ziva's POV, but I thought that it would be best to end the chapter like this, leave a cliffhanger. I am hoping to have the next installment out the weekend after July 4th weekend, but I'm not positive, I have part of it typed up, but I am leaving for vacation tomorrow morning and wont be back for awhile, but I will try. I would also like at least 7 reviews before I post the next chapter. Thanks again^.^