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a/n: I am truly sorry about not updating but I was so busy with exams and… you know school, but leave that aside and enjoy in this short chapter!
Chapter 7
Ten years later
Tel Aviv, Israel
"Shalom, papa!" a beautiful girl with sparkling blue eyes entered the Mossad Deputy Director Eli David's office.
"Shalom, princess!" her father said warmly as he stood up to kiss Sarah's cheek.
"Can I go down to the archive and take a look at some files?" she asked using her innocent expression to get what she wanted.
"Okay, but be careful not to mess something up!" he said smiling at his daughter.
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A few minutes later Sarah David was looking for some interesting cases in the cold and dusty archive. She was walking between the large shelves full of case boxes. After a while, she spotted a case box that had a tag that said "Sarah David". She stood there confused for a second and then she picked up the box and placed it on a nearby table. Then she carefully opened the box to reveal only a few pictures of a baby wrapped up in several pink blankets and a tiny pink hospital bracelet. She hesitated before opening the evidence bag where the bracelet was held. On the bracelet, written by a laser was a seven digit number and on the inside there were small letters that said "Bethesda Naval Hospital, Washington D.C.". Then looking around if anyone saw her she slid the bracelet in her pocket and closed the box.
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Later that night Sarah was sitting in the large living room in her apartment just staring at the tiny pink bracelet. This object held so many secrets, so many questions that she couldn't find an answer to, and above all it held her true life story. She had been suspecting that she wasn't Eli's daughter for quite some time. She was ten years old, but she was already high trained Mossad assassin and extremely smart. Right now she knew she had two choices, one: to put the bracelet back into the archive and forget about ever seeing it, or two: get herself a ticket to Washington D.C. and find out who she really is. At the moment she liked her second choice best, so she picked her phone up, dialed the only foreign number she knew by heart and hopped that her sister is not too busy to answer. After the second signal she heard a very familiar voice saying "Officer David!"
"Hey Ziva, its Sarah" she spoke with great English accent "how are you?"
"Hi Sarah, how nice you called, I was just thinking about you, are you coming soon?"
"Yeah, I was wandering if I could stay at your place for couple of days; I have some work to do in D.C.!"
"Is it some mission, because I am not aware of any missions on American soil?"
"No, it's not a mission, its personal!" Sarah said with a low voice.
"I understand papa doesn't know?" the older sister demanded.
"He thinks I am just visiting!"
"When are you coming?" Ziva asked torn between being happy to see her sister after three years and wandering what the young girl was up to.
"Tomorrow at noon, Eastern standard!"
"You can come at HQ, if you want!"
"Ok, see you then!" Sarah said happy that she is gonna see her sister and anxious to find out more about herself.
"Layla tov!"