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Alivia

November of 2002

At six-thirty in the morning, the airport terminal was already filled with serious businessmen in expensive shoes and designer suits, and weary tourists who know nothing of this foreign capital of America. Few real 'families' waited in the white-tiled hallways, and if you saw a child they were rarely conscious. But she was, somehow.

The three year old brushed her curls from her face and straightened her cotton long-sleeved shirt for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes. She fidgeted, and kicked the legs of the uncomfortable chair in which she sat in, and sang broken parts of a television show's theme song she'd heard yesterday morning whilst eating her fruit loops.

Her pearly white teeth tugged lightly at her slightly chapped bottom lip, and her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she imagined what was to happen in a few moments. Excitement wouldn't leave her alone, her heart going the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

Naomi squeezed her petite shoulder in a comforting gesture, giving a tired smile. For the woman knew the little girl had barely stopped talking about this reunion for days. She hadn't seen her mother in nearly six weeks.

"That's mama's plane, bambina," the little girl's Nanny whispered in her ear, pointing outside the large window to a plane that had just arrived, the letters on the side a blue, barely visible in the dark early morning. You could make it out, though.

European Airlines, it read.

Naomi pursed her lips. Jenny had said she would contact the home every night when she'd left, and yet Naomi had only received three calls. Two of which Jenny stated she couldn't talk too long and therefore could not talk to Lilly. The contact between the two was scarce, and it worried the Hispanic woman. But, watching Lilly's eyes alight, she knew the bond could not ever be broken.

Lilly's adoration for her mother superseded all. She was such an innocent little child.

Soon the young girl could hear the soothing, familiar sound of heels clacking against floor, and could make out the red locks among the crowd. She let go of her nanny's hand and ran, just as fast as her princess pink boots could carry her, towards the form of her mother.

Nanny called out, but she did not listen.

There was a squeaking sound, and then she felt the force of her body in the air, then a hard clunk as she fell to the tiled floor, flat on her back. A sharp pain ripped through her hands, and her head felt tender. She began to cry.

On the opposite end of things, Jenny Sheppard was in far from good shape.

Her head throbbed with each step she took, and her back ached from the knife wound she's sustained nearly four weeks prior. Cairo was hot, and the heat was an untamed kind of thing. Ziva David was a good partner to work with, and she wished to see her again. Soon.

She still missed home, however, and couldn't wait to be able to tuck her daughter into bed again. To see that smile in Lilly's eyes when she'd discover something knew. To be a mom.

So, feeling the relief of seeing that small frame from just thirty feet away, then watching as her little girl ran, slipped, and was kicked twice was definitely a roller coaster of emotions that had her screaming out her daughter's name in fear.

Her little body rolled to the side as she curled up and silent sobs wracked through her, and Jenny had never sprinted faster in heels in her life.

It was a quick thing, picking up the three year old, carrying her over to the couch, and glancing back to see if anyone had stopped. If anyone cared.

Naomi shrieked, fear apparent in her eyes.

Lilly had been kicked in the leg, a bruise already starting to form, and once in the arm. Making sure nothing was broken, Jenny looked down at her daughter's reddened face and almost wanted to begin to bawl herself when Lilly said in such a small little voice,

"'M okay, mommy. I missed you."

She held her small arms out and winced, but continued to perform the action as the redhead held her as gently as possible.

"I missed you too, Lilly. Oh, I love you."

She buried her nose in her daughter's sweet-smelling curls, and deftly ignored the fact that tears trickled down her cheeks and she felt a little more of a woman than she did five minutes prior.

Home, sweet home.