That morning I was in my room when Mariana came in.

''Are you okay?'' she asks me.

''Yeah fine.'' I say and she sits down on her bed.

''I care about you, you know?'' She says and looks at me.

''Thank you. That means a lot.'' I say and I give her a smile.

''We never finished our conversation on your hair.'' She changes the subject. I let out a laugh.

''How long did it take?'' She asks me as I sit down on her bed.

''A few years.'' I say as I put my hair out of my ponytail and shake my head.

''Can I make something?'' She asks me. I nod and turn around. She starts brushing my hair. After a while Jesus storms in and yell to Mariana in Spanish. I can't understand it but he leaves after a minute.

''What was that about?'' I ask.

''Our mom.'' She says.

''Stef? or Lena?'' I ask.

''Our birth mom.''

''Oh.'' I don't really know what to say

''Spanish sounds beautiful but hard to learn.'' I say. Trying to change the sunject and it tends to work

''It can be hard for some people but I'd love to learn you some time. If you want.''

''Yes that'd be great.''

''Done.'' Mariana says after a while. She takes a picture with her phone and shows me.

''That's really good.'' I say as I feel my hair.

''Mariana, Jesus.'' We hear Lena say from downstairs and Mariana walks down. A while later I hear a voice in the doorway.

''Your hair looks really cool.'' I hear Callie say.

''Thanks Mariana did it.''

''I just want to say I know what you've been through.'' She says as she sits down on my bed.

''I didn't know that. I'm sorry.''

''It's been a while. I'm trying to forget. It will get better'' Callie tells me.

''Did it?'' I ask her. She looks at me confused. ''Did it get better for you?'' I ask.

''Not yet but I'll get there. This family is really helping me.'' She admits.

''That's good.'' I say and we are called down for lunch. The whole time during lunch I avoid eye contact with everyone. I'm not sure why but I just needed a moment to myself. When we're done I ask if they need help with the dishes.

''No love, thank you.'' Stef says so I go upstairs.

That afternoon I go out the front door and walk towards an industrial area. I put my hands deeper in the pockets of my leather jacket. The cold air is burning in my lungs as I take a deep breath. I know there is a car following me and I keep walking. Once I'm there I go inside towards the roof where Mike is supposed to be. When I'm there he comes towards me and tells me to take cover. A little while later one of the men comes on the roof. Mike arrests him and calls Stef. Stef tells us she is downstairs and has a visual on the second man. When Mike tells her to move in, a gunshot rings through my ears. I feel bloodspatters on my face. I let out a small scream and see the man fall backwards. He has a red dot between his eyes. A milisecond later I feel myself being pushed down by Mike. We stay like that for a while until he thinks it's clear. When we get up Stef comes up on the roof with her gun ready to shoot.

''Where's the other man.'' Mike asks her.

''He got away, I was about to move in when I heard a gunshot.'' Stef says as she checks if the man has a pulse. ''He's dead.'' She says as she looks at me. I can't help but feel a little bit relief. Two down, one to go I think.

A/n: I know it's been like a week since I updated but I had exams week at school. A this week again so hopefully I'll be able to update soon.

I got a few pm's asking me what my name is and where I'm from and stuff so .. My name is Ziva, I'm 16 and I'm from the Netherlands. x