Alright! Here it is!

And for the sake of the story, can we pretend Eli is still alive?

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Next Day, Abby's P.O.V

I stood in my lab, going over some evidence from a case as my music blared from the speakers. It was a rather simple one, however Maspec seemed to be taking longer than usual.

Giving me time to think about recent events.

I had been mulling over what happened for a while now, questioning every action of mine towards Saihah. I don't know if it was because of her almost dying or something else...

Did I really have to be so cruel to the kid? I mean I know what her father did had hurt all of us, but everyone should have the chance to be their own person, right?

Oh gosh... what have I done?

"Abby!" a voice yelled from behind me. Ziva came running in, followed by Tony. They both looked rather drowsy, although Ziva seemed more worried than anything.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Abby, I- we need your help," she said rapidly. "I understand if you don't really want to do this but-"

"Wait, Ziva, slow down," I said. "What happened?"

"Saihah is missing."

Saihah's P.O.V

Another set of bright headlights approached from behind me, and I quickly darted into the cluster of trees at my side. Considering I didn't know where I was, I had decided it would be best for me not to get into just any car that comes by. Or, no car at all. The whole point of me leaving was to stay away, right? "Another great idea, Saihah," I said sarcastically to myself, right before I slipped and landed rear-first on the soggy ground. "Ah!"

"Lost?" a voice asked. A man came over and offered me a hand up. He looked about 30 something, but other than that I couldn't tell anything about them. "What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where are your parents?"

"I-I don't know," I lied. He would ask less questions this way.

Thunder rumbled somewhere far off but close approaching. "You shouldn't be out here alone. It's not exactly the safest part of town," the man said.

"I can take care of myself," I defended.

He laughed. "C'mon, I can take you to the police. Your parents must be very worried."

I shook my head. "Not really. They won't care, so there'll be no need for me to go to the police." I started walking away.

"I can't just let you stay out here," he said. "If something happened to you out here, I would feel like it was my responsibility. What's your name?"

"Saihah," I whispered. "Saihah Haswari."

He smiled warmly. "I'm Ilan." He walked towards his car, and I followed. "You say your last name is Haswari?" I nodded. "Hmm... that name sounds familiar. Your grandfather is Director David, yes?"

"I don't know. I've never met him."

"Well, he is a friend of mine. I'm sure he'll be very happy to know he has a granddaughter."

Abby's P.O.V

"I want to help," I said after Ziva had finished explaining what happened. Everyone looked at me in astonishment.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

I nodded. "I've been thinking... and I realised I shouldn't have been so cold towards her. I'm really sorry, and I want to do anything I can to help find her."

She smiled, and everything quickly went into action. "She left a note." Ziva held out a small piece of paper with some Arabic script on it. "It just says 'goodbye'. That's it."

"I'll put out an Amber alert," Tony volunteered. Jeez, those two need to get together already!

"Should we call Gibbs and McGee in?" I asked.

Ziva shook her head. "No. They don't need to be woken up at this hour."

"Did you find any fingerprints on the note?"

"Just her's."

I thought a minute. "Well she couldn't have gotten that far at this hour, right?"

"Actually she ran away once before and was about 10 miles away," Ziva said.

I sucked in my cheeks. This was going to be a lot harder than I'd thought.

Saihah's P.O.V

Almost as soon as we got there, Ilan had told me to just go over and wait on the couch. So I was currently just sitting there, examining the room. It was pretty well decorated, I suppose. Not the most colourful, but who was I to judge his decorating style?

"Yes, she's here," Ilan said into the phone. There was a pause, and then he turned to me, pressing the phone into his shoulder. "How old did you say you were?"

"I didn't," I said. "But I'm 10, almost 11."

He put the phone back up to his ear. "Ten." There was another pause, and then he handed the phone to me. "He'd like to speak to you."

I lifted the phone underneath my think mane of hair. "H-Hello?" I said nervously. It didn't matter if this man was supposedly my grandfather, he was still someone I had never met in my entire life and didn't even know existed untill recently. I knew absolutely nothing about him.

"Shalom, dear. So you are Saihah? Ari's daughter, yes?" he asked.

I cringed at the use of my father's name. "Yes. I don't remember him much, though. He died when I was two."

"And your mother?"

"Dead also. In prison," I said in monotone.

"Who have you been living with?"


"Do you like it in America?"

I considered this. "I guess so. It's nice here, even if I do get into a little bit of trouble occasionally."

He paused. "Saihah... how would you like to come live with me in Israel?"


I cannot tell you how extremely sorry I am for not updating. Really. Hopefully since it's summer I'll have more time, even with piano lessons and other crap. But hey! I'll be exercising my typing muscles!

So what do you all think? Should Saihah go live with Eli?


XOXO ~Delila Jules

OH! And before I forget, I went ahead and picked someone who would play Saihah if CBS were to ever use my story. Not that they would. But other than that, hopefully it'll help you understand what she looks like.