Sarah David, was six years old. She had bright blue eyes, a golden tan and curly dark hair. She sat on the floor in Tel Aviv with her mother, and her doll. They had their bags packed and everything was ready to go. Sarah's mother; Ziva had finally tracked down Sarah's father and they were going to go to America to find him.

Sarah had never met her father but she had heard such great things about him. She knew her father had left when her mother was pregnant, but also knew the reasons why, although she didn't fully understand, or care for that matter. All she cared about was having her mother. Her mother meant everything to her, and she never left her side. She didn't even speak to anyone else.

Ziva held her child close to her, as she sung her first-born child to sleep in the darkness of the small, cold house. Since the birth of Sarah, Ziva had been living alone with her child, after being thrown out of her father's home for being pregnant with an American man's child. She did the best she could, she protected her child, and looked after her.

She waited till Sarah was in a deep sleep before standing up and carrying her daughter to the car. She lay her inside and covered her over with various blankets before driving to the airport.

As they boarded the aeroplane, Ziva held her child close to her heart, her body covered by the various blankets as she sat down. A few hours into the flight the plane shook violently above the ocean.

Sarah hid herself against her mother, as Ziva cradled her daughter close to her

"Mommy, what's going on? What's wrong?" the young girl asked, with fear in her voice and in her blue eyes.

Ziva rocked her daughter, "It's going to be okay, my princess, I'll protect you, I promise you"

Sarah nodded, trusting her mother, and as the plane fell from the sky, both mother and daughter leapt from the plane into the water.