AN: And on to the next one….Also, the last one. So, hopefully, this is enough for you all to enjoy and smile and like it tons and tons.

Beloved Princess

Chapter 4

Tony sat at his desk. Gibbs was still late, Ziva was away, on the phone, and McDwebb was doing something on his computer. He sighed heavily while he looked over his notes. Two cases were open, one they were about to wrap up, the other had the body coming in later that day to be looked at. He thought for a moment why it would be important when the elevator dinged and in walked Sarah. "Whoa..You're still here?" he called and Sarah stopped, and turned. "Ok..icy glare is a family trait. Anyways, look.." he jogged over to her side. "I'm not trying to be rude, but why are you still here? Its been what, five months?"

She looked him over for a moment. "Nothing that concerns you." Her grin was playful banter but not exactly kidding entirely either. He raised a brow as she moved over to McGeek was now very happy to see her and showing her a few things on his computer. Weird, usually, Tony was the one getting all the female attention and Timmy-boy was getting poison ivy on his private parts. Sighing, Tony leaned back on his chair, confused. He turned his head in time for the elevator to open and for a very angry Ziva David to walk out, practically yelling into her phone in a language Tony knew meant war. She had been gone only twenty minutes.

The few words he had learned over the years with Ziva had come to him. Words like, Stay, School and Old. He eyed the woman as she sat down and closed her cell phone. "troubles?"

Again icy glare made it way to his face. "..If you must know, my father is going to be coming in over the week-end. He does not want Sarah to be here any longer." Ziva seemed really upset, trying hard to keep her anger together. "I'm trying to convince him to let her stay until she feel ready to go but.."

"What do you mean grandfather is coming here?" Ziva looked up, Sarah's eyes stared at her aunt, confused. Sarah moved from her spot to her aunt, anger seemed to bubble in her.

"He doesn't want you to stay here, in America. He wants you to return home."

"Is there no other way to stop him?" Sarah looked to Ziva, hurt. She wanted to stay, that much was clear but in her eyes, an underlying fear of the man. That look was new. A thing Ziva had never seen before in her young niece. "I…I don't want to."

"Well, technically, he can't make you." The two women turned to look at Tony. "Well, you are over eighteen. And, you have a worker's VISA." He grinned like he knew it all. The grin began to fade. "What?"

"If it was that easy, we wouldn't be worrying, would we?" ZIva scoffed at Tony. As the bell to the elevator dinged everyone looked up seeing Gibbs and the director talk very heatedly, yet softly so no one could hear them. They stopped, seeing Sarah approach them. "Sarah, maybe you should…"

"He's coming right now, isn't he?" she asked the two of them, looking between them, hurt.

"Yes." Gibbs looked as Leo looked her over. "He seems to be very sure that you would try to stay here." Sarah nodded her head. "Unfortunately, I can not make such a move against him. We have been friends for a long time, as well as he is an irreplaceable asset to this agency. We can not help you without putting us in jeopardy."

Her eyes widened, her throat felt as though it would close up on its self. She could not seek help from them. If she did, things could go bad. She stared out into space for a while. Freedom was not within reach, not here. "…Nothing…?" she whispered. How could she be sent back? She enjoyed it here, her talks with Doctor Mallard were very enlightening into her father's cruelty, his actions could be examined from a victium's stand point. She was learning, more than she would have before. Now, now she was going to lose that all. Taking a step back, she inhaled deeply. "Then, I shall do my best until the day comes," she bowed her head, heading down stairs. Gibbs watched as her eyes seemed to be searching, something for a way out. A way to get out of having to leave.

"Is there really nothing we can do?" McGee asked, confused and was watching the spot before she disappeared. "I mean, she seems really adamant about not leaving." Tony nodded his head, and looked to Ziva, who seemed to be deep in thought. "I mean, we could arrange something with customs, right?"

"Its not that simple, McGee. She isn't just some random student She is the granddaughter of the head of the Israeli top soldiers. It would easier if she was just some random student. Even customs knows about who she is." Leo began chewing onto a toothpick really hard, as though he was thinking about how to help the young woman. "So, what are our options, people?"

"Well, she could go into hiding," Tony suggested.

"Um..well, she could call sanctuary…"

"…She could get married?" everyone looked at Ziva. "Is it not the truth? That she could not be pried from her husband? Wouldn't at that point the US could intervene?"

"You want us to get her married to someone just so she could stay? Do you not know that is a federal offense?" Tony yelled, annoyed with Ziva for thinking up such a thing. ( If she had to, it would so be with him). "Shouldn't that be more of her choice?"

Little did they know, down stairs, in scrubs, Doctor Palmer and Sarah were talking. She was slow to get into her scrubs, worrying the young doctor. He had asked her what was wrong, and without even batting an eyelash, she flung herself into his arms, walls down, as she bawled. She told him everything, about how her grandfather was pushing her into a political marriage for the sake of making a greater, stronger force. When things were settled, and they started the prep work, Palmer talked with her, making her smile, laugh, easing away her worries. They smiled and laughed by the time doctor Mallard came in, everything was ready, cleaned and his two interns were laughing on the side. "So, all ready for our new friend?" he called, the two of them clammed up and stood. "Good to see you are in good spirits, Miss Sarah. I heard about your grandfather. So, we're together for only two or three more days. Let us work hard until then."

"Yes, doctor."

"You're… you're leaving?" Palmer looked to Sarah.

"…He won't take no for an answer, even though I'm going for my PhD while I work here."

"But, isn't there something we can do?"

"…The director said that there was no way NCIS could help without putting the relationship on the lines, and I could not do that." Watching as the body came in, Sarah smiled weakly at Palmer. "I wish I could stay longer. I enjoy my time here with you and Doctor Mallard."

"Well, I, I mean, we enjoy your company as well," Jimmy smiled at her. She grinned, as they body came in. They went to the table, Doctor Mallard talking to the beautiful dark haired victim as usual. Sarah smiled to herself, going through the notes. She seemed rather into it, as she wrote down all the things that were important. "Hey, Sarah?" Jimmy called out as she wrote her final note on the victim.

"Hmm?" she didn't look but he knew she was listening.

"Wanna..Um, grab some lunch?" he called softly.

"Sure," she turned her head, smiling softly to him. He could feel his heart skip a small beat. "But we should finish these up," she pointed to her rather detailed notes. He looked down to his own. Yeah they sucked in comparison. He grinned back at her. After about two hours of finishing up the notes, they nodded their heads to the doctor so they could go get lunch. As they changed their clothes, Palmer noticed something odd. On Sarah's right rib cage, there were dates. He wondered what they were, but said nothing and quickly got dressed. AS they walked out, Sarah stretched out her arms, and Jimmy couldn't help but cringe a little as she popped her elbows and shoulders. "So, how is she?"

"Hmm?"

"Your wife? I heard about it…its alright."

"Um…well…I uh..we…we're not…um.." Palmer swallowed softly as they entered the café quietly. "We're getting a divorce."

"Oh…Why?" She asked, picking out a rather particular table. "I thought you two were madly in love? Did I hear wrong?"

"…I'm not ready for kids, and to stop my work. I enjoy my work but its…complicated," Palmer laughed softly. "So…what about you? I'm sure a lovely young woman like you has someone back home."

"No…Hard to when your grandfather is Eli David," she grinned, as the waitress came by, taking their orders. "I don't care for super macho guys who talk about their guns and beds. I want someone I can talk with, stay with, enjoy their company," Sarah smiled at Palmer softly. "I am sorry though, about your wife."

"Yeah…Its kind of silly, huh?" Palmer laughed softly, watching Sarah's movements. "I wish I could help."

"Its alright," Sarah smiled, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "I knew it would happen. Five months is a long time to be away. I'm sure papa misses me," Sarah smiled softly. Her eyes searched the sky for something for a moment. "I use to visit him every day…maybe that's why I'm being forced to go back."

"Maybe…" Palmer sat up as their food arrived. They ate, randomly talking about music, movies, their favorite books, and even different bodies that have made it into their morgue. They laughed, and Sarah seemed to ease up more. She was geeky, sweet, enjoyed some odd things, but they made up Ari's little girl. Palmer took a big gulp of his coke and took a moment to really look at her. She had his eyes, his smile, his grin even. Her fingers and body built was very simple. But the way she carried herself when she was at ease, or even how she looked at the world were influenced by her father. She was Ari, in a female body, and though she knew better, it was in its own way, frightening.

Sarah finished up and looked around for a moment. "Well, Jimmy, shall we return?"

Gibbs stared at a screen. A picture of Ari, and next to it, Sarah. He stared at the two of them, thinking. "Ziva.."

"Yes?"

"…Come on, we're gonna go see Ducky." They practically marched down stairs as they stopped, Ducky was on the phone. "Ducky…"

"Oh, Jethro, I was just about to call you. It seems Sarah is going to take the rest of the day to collect herself. Is something going on that I don't know about? She seemed fine, her notes are well put together as always." Ducky showed the two of them the notes. Gibbs went through them and handed them to Ziva.

"Eli is returning to take back his granddaughter in a few days." Ducky nodded his head to this news.

"You know, when you first brought her down here, I was surprised by how much she looks like him, but her anners for the most part are very different." Ducky sat down, taking off his glasses. "So what can we do?"

"….She's waiting for you," ZIva held back out the notes, pointing out different letters left in capitol size when they were not ment to be. "She's waiting for you at the café." An with that, Gibbs left the room, racing. "…Sarah…"

She was sitting, same place, having a cup of coffee. She smiled softly at him. "I..I think I should go back. I know I don't want to, but some times, I feel sad. I miss seeing him. I miss the way he smells, the smile he gave me…I miss papa, and there is no way to turn back time, to fix what was done. I miss going to see him. I visited almost every day…but here, I feel so apart. Do you know that feeling Gibbs?" She patted the seat next to her. When he sat down, she blew into the cup of coffee.

"…Yeah. I live in the same house all these years." Gibbs ordered himself a cup of coffee as well. "So, you want to go back for Ari?"

"Sounds silly when you say it like that." She smiled, her eyes downcast. "I just want to be close, and as much as I know he spent a lot of time here, I don't feel close. I don't feel like he's here." She leaned her head back, eyes searching around. "What would you do?"

Gibbs thanked the waitress kindly, and looked at Sarah. "Whatever I wanted."

Days had passed, and Eli came. She had gone, smiling. Gibbs had gotten letters from her once a week. She was studying hard to be a good doctor. She had seen Ari, talked with him. Gibbs felt better, knowing she had done as she pleased. She had moved to Paris, she was happy. Two months after she had left, Gibbs came in. Everyone was around the television. "What's going on?"

"There was a bomb that went off in a school hospital….Fifteen students killed."

"Sarah's name showed up.." Tony pointed to ZIva who was on the phone, crying. Gibbs stood there, watching the screen. "…Noone knows who did it."

"Get Eli on the phone…" Gibbs sat down, plowing through this thoughts. He had to treat it like a case, even though they would never be able to. He looked back up on the screen, her face showing again. He thought back to the moment the had met. She was her father's daughter.

The END

AN: So, I'm sure you all are wondering why it ends where it ends… Well….

It does. I can't explain it better than she's gone. I was originally going to have her commit suicide. But that didn't fit. So, instead, I thought it over long and hard, and this was what worked for me. I can't exactly say she did it, but she may have had a part in it?

If you would like to use Sarah, please let me know. I would rather not randomly find someone using her…Just ask. 99.99999999999% of the time, I will say yes. Ok?