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Safe Haven: Chapter Thirteen

Ziva's POV

Scars. That's all I see. Scars almost identical to mine. Except for four of the brandings. I have seen S.U. before. I can't believe she was there. I thought that it was just a dream.

A shorter girl came and gave me water, food, clothes, and comfort when I was in Africa. I always thought she was just a figment of my imagination because she looked kind of like my baby girl (But older of course). But that was impossible. She was dead, or so I thought. She was my light. That bright spot in my day or week. She use to come and sing a disney princess song to sing me to sleep. And at the end of every one of those songs, she would tell me that we were going to have that life some day. We were going to be princesses when we left.

Sometimes she would stay the whole night, stroking my hair and talking to me while I was asleep. One night, I decided to stay up for a while, just to hear her talk. She told me how she was grateful that she was there. I did not understand why that was, so I asked her. She smiled, shook her head, and replied that it was part of the plan. Not her plan, but God's plan for her.

"See, I might not have wanted to be here, but it has brought me closer to Him. There is a saying called total control and when you have total control of your life nothing seems to go right or you do not get to see the little things in life. And even though I have never really had total control of my life, I have seen what it does to people and it is scary. They do not get to see precious moments that rarely come around. I do not want total control because, with it, my problems are like the weight of the world on my shoulders. With God in total control, my problems are as light as a feather. This problem that we are in right now does not faze me because I know that it is not on my shoulders. I am not saying that you should not be in total control if you want to. It is just my personal opinion." She looked over at me. "Now, me enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

I told her that I would rather hear about her, so I asked her about her life. She told me about her husky, Mulan, about her favorite things to do, how she was abused, how she started to dance, sing, and act, and stories. Stories about how she wanted to grow up and move the world, how she wanted to show everybody who ever doubted her that she could be something great. The point is she told me a lot and I told her a lot in return. But there was two things that stuck with me.

Flashback

It was the night before I got rescued. She had my head in her lap and her left hand in my hair. She talking about showing people she could do it.

"I want to be greater. Not greater than everyone else, but greater than myself. I want to be a better person, a greater person, than who I am right now. I want to live up to that greater calling that is nudging at my heart." She turns her head to look at me.

"Be greater, Ziva. Promise me that when you get out of here, you will not just settle for good enough. Go for greater because you are capable of it. Do not let anybody tell you that you cannot, that you are weak, that you are worthless. Show them the greater you."

It felt like I should be saying that her. Before I could reply to her, he came barging in. He started screaming at her and I in Arabic, scolding her. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out from underneath me. The noise level was added to when she started yelling in French, calling out my name and pleading.

Just as I was getting up to help her, a guard came and knocked me down. He kicked me in the ribs twice, even though he knew they were already bruised or broken. Alisabith slipped out of his grip and started to limp over to me quickly, but she was not fast enough. He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her out of the cell. I heard her screaming my name and calling me in French.

The door closed on my cell but I could still hear her yelling. This time though it was laced with pain. It went on for fifteen minutes. For fifteen minutes I heard her scream. For fifteen minutes tears poured out of her eyes. Fifteen minutes after they took her, I heard her say her last words.

"Je suis désolé que je ne pourrais pas vous obtenir d'ici. Je suis si si désolé."

I am sorry I could not get you out of here. I am so so sorry.

End of Flashback

She said be greater. She said sorry for something she could not control. Two years later on that same day, I heard this song called Live Like That.

I want to live like that

And give it all I have

So that everything I say and do

Points to You

If love is who I am

Then this is where I'll stand

Recklessly abandoned

Never holding back

I want to live like that

I want to live like that

Recklessly abandoned and never holding back. What does that mean to me? And giving it all that I have? What is all that I have? Looking at her now, I see that she has lived recklessly abandoned and gave all that she had because she still is striving to be greater. Even after all that she has been though, she is still going strong. I want to live like that.

A.N. I was listening to this song today and this chapter just kind of came to me. I like this chapter a lot because I think it is a sweet mommy/daughter moment. Hope you guys like it! Next chapter will again be Ziva's POV. This will be where the team finds out what they are doing. Sorry I keep on telling you guys wrong. :/ I would like to have four more reviews before I post the next chapter. Luvs you guys!