AN: I want to say thank you for all the support I have been given so far. It means a lot to me.

Summary: Some times, things in your past have a way of coming back…. For Gibbs, the person he hates the most had one last little secret…

Beloved Princess

Gibbs sat down in the familiar rot iron chair of the small café. The café where Ari hid a bomb. The game he played. Gibbs wasn't here for Ari though. Across from him, drinking a cup of sweetened chai tea was Sarah. Her slightly wavy dark brown hair was like her aunts, but the eyes that stared at him was the same as the man that made Gibbs' so angry, part of him wanted to go find the dead man and blow up the corpse. "So, what do you want?"

"To talk." Her calm voice made Gibbs irritated beyond words. He took in a deep breath and leaned back in the chair.

"Do you know what horrible things he's done?"

"….yes," she whispered, now staring into her tea cup. Her soft fingers rubbed up against the cup for a moment. "I know everything…."

"Everything?"

"Here, in this exact spot, you and my father argued, as he planted a bomb hidden away. It was in a letter. I have many letters…" she held out her hand and took back the scrapbook. "My mother knew one day he'd come home in a body bag."

"…" He continued to look at her as he took a swig of his own coffee.

"I knew it too. I would get letters and gifts from all over the world. My favorites were pictures of him,' she flipped the book open and Gibbs could see Ari standing under the Eiffel tower. Another was Ari taking a photo of the palaces than lined part of Paris. "Letters came with presents, pictures, and every now and then, I could go as well…." The next page was Ari with a little girl no older than three, pigtails holding onto a large lion stuffed animal, standing with her father on a boat. The background held Paris. Gibbs' own memories brought up Kelly when she was little and was on a boat with Sharon, smiling at her father.

"Look daddy! I can see the shore!" the image called out to him.

"Did you take your daughter out to the ocean as well?" Sarah asked, as she closed the book again.

"You know about my daughter?"

"I know a lot about you. You build boats, you like your coffee plain, little sugar. You had a wife. Married three more times afterwards," she spouted off random things. "You were a Marine."

"Your father tell you?"

"Yes. My father told me many things. He always said that he trusted me more than anyone, and so I know many things. I knew my father never asked my mother to marry him was that he didn't believe in marriage after what my grandfather had done to him and his mother. I also know that he was going to leave my mother after my birth, but he wasn't expecting a girl. He told me that when he held me for the first time, I stared at him so strongly, and I held onto his finger so tightly that he couldn't leave me." Gibbs tried to imagine this softer, more loving version of Ari, but his mind could only find that sick, twisted smile, and Kate. But, in front him, a book of pictures and a girl who's eyes are exactly her father's.

"Do you believe him?"

"Yes." Sarah picked up the book bag. "This was his. You've seen it."

"Ziva give it to you?"

"Yes. Inside of it was his last present as well. "

"What was it?" Gibbs waned something more concrete.

"A letter, and a necklace." Sarah held up the small yellow gold chain. At the end was a locket, at tiny star up in the corner. "Inside is a pictures of us. The letter explained a lot of things. It was five pages long."

"Sentimental." The hot coffee made him slightly calmer. Why, why did anyone bring before him this young woman, who's eyes made him angry, but the stories she told made him angier. Why walk away from a young girl? Why get yourself killed? Was he thinking he was going home? Explain why something was going down? What the Hell was Ari thinking?

"I have the right to stay for a month, or longer. I want to keep talking with you Gibbs."

'Why?"

"Because my father may have been a monster, but he was also someone who a lot of love in his heart. And I will never look down at him for what he did. I think…I would have done the same if he treated me the same why," Sarah stood up, taking the book and the back pack. She stopped for a moment. "Would you not try to make her world safe as well?"

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Gibbs sat at the computer. Anyone within a ten foot radious could feel how angry he was. "you go talk to him," Tony pushed Ziva closer.

"Me? Why not you?"

"because she isn't my niece."

"But…But.." Ziva stumbled a little and Gibbs looked up, death in his eyes. "um, Gibbes."

"What?"

"….Did….I am sorry," Ziva bowed her head for a moment.

"For what?"

"That Sarah came. I told her she could see you when she was older, but I didn't think she would take it as for now."

"So when did you mean?"

"I only meant, when she was like 22?"

"Well Ziva, its too late. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well, because….. I thought you wouldn't like to know."

"That the man I had you kill had a child?"

Thunk. Everyone turned to see Sarah standing there, eyes wide, bag hit the ground. Ziva looked down.

"She didn't know?" Sarah's eyes stared off for a moment before they rolled back and she fell to the floor. Tony, Ziva and even Gibbs rushed to her side. "Hey, Sarah! Wake up…"

"Sarah's mind is…very fragile when it comes to her father…" Ziva picked up her niece. "I never told her exactly how he died, just that it was my job to do it."