The hospital was crisp white, everything was sterile and inside a secure room was a blonde woman in a hospital bed. She was attached to machines and the beeping of her moniters were regular.
It had been one week since the shooting of Miss Nikita Jones. Beside her was her adoptive daughter; Sarah. She was fast asleep with her hand in her mother's one. The Israeli-American teen was curled up in the visitor's chair.
Jethro and Ziva were stood near by, they had managed to convince their biological child to leave Nikita to go to the bathroom but nothing else.
Sarah yawned and she moved and repositioned herself to be mroe comfortable.
Nikita's eyes fluttered open and she looked around removing her own breathing mask as she looked at Sarah.
She sighed asking, "How long was I out? Has she been here the whole time?"
Ziva stepped forward, "She's been there the whole week" she said with a smile
Nikita squeezed Sarah's hand gently, waking her up.
The little one smiled at her mother, "Mommy, you're awake" she exclaimed getting onto the bed with her adoptive mother.
Nikita smiled and held her close, "What did you do while Mommy was sleeping?" she asked softly
Sarah shrugged, "Sleep" she said smiling
Gibbs raised his eyebrows, "A lot of tears and prayers with very little sleep" he said giving her the true answer
Nikita smiled, "Well I told ou I had a plan Sarah"
Sarah looked at her shocked, "You promised nothing stupid, Getting shot is very stupid"
Nikita embraced her daughter, "I had to fake my death, I knew you would save me"
Sarah sighed heavily, "You could have told me"
The blonde shook her head, "It had to look real"
Gibbs stepped forward, "Flights have been taken care of" he said to her softly
Nikita nodded, "Thank you Jethro"
Sarah frowned, "Flights?"
Nikita smiled and said one word that determined their happy future, "France"