Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

A/N: Hey, yes I love the high school fanfictions for my other shows and I figured I'd try one out for NCIS. Totally AU!! (Like you have no idea!) There will be seven chapters each in a different character's pov, and everyone (Abbs, "Jeth", Tony, Ziva, Jenny, and Timmy) is a student except for Ducky, who's the science teacher. Oh, and I know I have a new name for Abby's little brother every fanfic… Read. Enjoy. Review. Oh, and for the record, I loved Jen, It's just how the character developed… (And yes the chapters will be really long)

Forever Young

Abby's POV (Monday)

I was now into my second week of freshman year at Valiant High School, and I was having the best time of my life there. I had managed to grab the exact group of friends I had wanted in the first place, and to think Mom and dad thought us moving from Louisiana to D.C. would through me off. I walked down the stairs that morning and mom was chasing my little brother, Davy, all around the house. Apparently he had ripped off all his clothes in protest of his new elementary school, again. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my bag off the table.

'I can take you to school in a minute, I just want to help your mom with Davy real quick,' signed dad.

'No, dad, it's ok, Ziva called and said Jeth offered to give us both rides to and from school,' I signed back quickly.

'Jeth?' my dad signed and a puzzled expression came across his face, he knew Ziva was my friend, but that was about it.

'Ziva's older brother, Jethro, but everyone just calls him Jeth because Jethro seems too formal for him,' I explained quickly.

'Senior?' He signed and when I nodded he rolled his eyes, 'Be careful.'

'Ok,' I signed right back at him, not mentioning that Jeth was so sweet, careful, sensitive and popular.

A loud car beep interrupted my thoughts and I slung my bag over my shoulder. I practically ran out the door, I was still amazed I had managed to get to be friends with the "popular kids" I had never been popular before. At my middle school back in Louisiana I was known as the freak who always wore black. I knew my sudden change in social status was largely due to Ziva and Jeth. Now that I was popular, it didn't really matter. Ziva was my best friend, and we hung out with her brother, Jeth and his buddy Tony. I was completely taken by surprise when Ziva introduced Jeth as her brother. Ziva was Israeli, she had dark brown eyes and thick, curly, almost black hair. Jeth on the other hand had bright blue eyes and amazingly straight brown hair. He, I had to admit was completely hot, but who was I kidding? I was the Goth and he was the quarterback, it was a miracle we were even in the same social zip code, never mind the same clique. Anyways, I was not at all surprised when I was told that Jeth's parents had adopted Ziva when she was little.

I slid into the backseat of Jeth's little yellow sports car, that, rumor had it he had bought in a junk yard and fixed up himself. Ziva was already in the back waiting for me, and as soon as I had shut the door, Jeth had sped off down the street. We sat in silence in the back seat while Jeth zipped through Washington D.C. to our high school, which was completely across town. He pulled into the senior parking lot and we climbed out of the backseat and stepped onto the asphalt. We hadn't been out of the car ten seconds and Tony had appeared beside Jeth, dribbling a basketball in a very irritating sort of way.

"Morning, girls," Tony with a little wink to us as our small group of four started the long walk up to the enormous high school.

"Does that ball come attached to your hand or something?" Ziva asked, clearly irritated.

"So I was thinking about the pep rally…" said Tony skillfully ignoring Ziva's comment and turning his attention to Jeth.

I could tell Jethro had no desire to talk about the pep rally that wasn't for another couple months, but like a good friend, he nodded and grunted when necessary. The walk up was relatively silent except for Tony's ranting about how they needed new basketball uniforms this year. We made our way to our now usual spot to wait for the bell to go to homeroom.

"Oh hey, Jeth," said a passing football player, "Coach wants to have a meeting before school up in the locker room."

Jeth nodded solemnly and made his way up to the locker room, leaving Tony with Ziva and I. As we leaned against the wall one of the really annoying red headed cheerleaders who thought they ruled the world or something, came up to us.

"Hey Tony," she said, and he nodded, I had noticed that he and Jeth had a slight weakness to red heads but Jenny Sheppard was the one exception, "Where's Jeth?"

"Football team has meeting," Ziva answered coolly, "What's it to you?"

"Nothing," said Jen airily, winking at Tony as she walked away.

"I really don't like her," said Ziva darkly and Tony chuckled.

"Although she is an upper classmen," said Tony dreamily and I had to remind myself that he and Ziva were only sophomores.

"A junior," said Ziva correctively and she stared daggers over at the cheerleaders that Jenny was now rejoining.

"Yeah, yeah," said Tony as a small boy, obviously a freshman walked by, his hair was slicked to his head and he had an enormous pile of books in his arms, "Yo! Geek!"

"Tony!" I said in outrage, as he beckoned the kid over.

"Tell me your name Freshy," He said in an intimidating tone.

"Tony stop it," I protested.

"Tim," The boy replied.

"Tim? Well, nice to meet you good-bye," I said and he walked away, a confused expression covering his face.

"What's wrong with harassing the freshman?" Tony rounded on me, and he looked disappointed.

"I'm one, so if you're going to make fun of him, you might as well make fun of me," I said and he recoiled.

"Sorry, I forgot," He mumbled and we stood there in an awkward silence until the bell rang.

When the bell rang I ran off to homeroom, where I was forced to mingle with my fellow freshmen. I didn't mind too much, though I didn't know many of them, a sad side effect of hanging around with Ziva, Jeth, and Tony's crowd. I had however now met the football team, and the majority of the perspective basketball team. I sat down in the seat Mr. Hardy assigned me the first day and waited for the morning announcements to come over the loud speaker. I started to look around the room while I waited. Then I noticed him, Tim from earlier, was sitting behind me.

"Hey," I said, "Sorry about Tony, he's virtually harmless. Next time, just take his basketball or mess up his hair and he'll leave you alone."

"And then he'll mess with me the rest of my high school career," said Tim.

"Eh," I said, "Maybe or maybe he'll just ignore you, which would be just as good."

Tim chuckled.

"How are you friends with them?" said Tim after a small silence, "I saw you walking in and, Tony and Jeth? Jeth's a senior."

"Yes, yes he is," I said, "I started hanging around with Ziva, and then she introduced me to Tony and Jeth."

I hated not having the same lunch as everyone, but the student body was much too large for the very small cafeteria. Therefore the student body was split up into three lunches, depending on what hallway you were in at the time of lunch. So, that day I had second, the History and English lunch. Science and gym had third lunch, Foreign Language, Computers, and Math had first lunch. Every student's schedule varied throughout the week so it all worked out so you ate lunch with your friends at least once a week. I wasn't sure anyone was in my lunch today, I had forgotten to ask earlier.

"Second," said Tim.

"Good, see you then," I said, and then Mr. Hardy came up to me.

"Abby, you're guidance counselor, Mr. Lawrence, wants to see you," He said and I stood, slinging my book bag once again over my shoulder.

"Now?" I asked politely as I made for the door.

"Yep," said Mr. Hardy as he made his own way back to his desk.

I walked down the hall towards the guidance office, my heart started to beat faster as I saw Jeth walking the other way past me. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy, but I knew by now not to expect a "hey" or a "hi" I had never even heard him speak. He gave me a little smile and a nod, I gave him a small smile in return and disappeared into the guidance office.

"Ah, Miss Sciuto," said the secretary as I walked in, she pointed to a door behind herself, "You can go right into Mr. Lawrence's office."

"Thank you," I said, and I walked right into his office, where he motioned for me to sit down.

"Abby," said Mr. Lawrence as I sat, "Your science teacher is concerned. You are very advanced, he says you are very gifted, and you need to be challenged. So, we contacted your parents, and they approve, we're going to give you the opportunity to move up into a more challenging class. And it's the same period as you're science class is now so you won't have to change up your entire schedule. It is a senior science class, but if you have any problems, we'll put you right back into the class you're in now."

"Ok," I said quietly, I always got nervous around guidance counselors and I never quite figured out why.

He printed me up a new schedule, and I took it with me to my first period study. I handed the late pass Mr. Lawrence had given me to the study teacher and then went and sat down next to Ziva. Technically studies were supposed to be silent, but it really depended on the teacher, like this one, he really didn't care whether we talked or not.

"Hey, where were you?" Ziva asked as I sat.

"Guidance, I just switched from honors freshman science to some senior class," I said.

"Smarty," Ziva teased, "Who's the teacher?"

"Dr. Mallard," I said simply, stuffing my schedule into my bag.

"Oh, Jeth has him," said Ziva, "He's a good teacher. You may even be in the same class with Jeth."

"I hope so," I said with a small smile, "I still don't know a lot of people."

"Don't worry about it, if anyone gives you trouble—well they'll soon regret it," said Ziva, and I chuckled, thinking of what Tony and Jeth's faces would look like if Ziva told them that some guys were giving me trouble, "You've got nothing to worry about."

I followed my schedule through my day, most classes were advanced placements so I had English with Tony and several classes with Ziva. However I knew when lunch period rolled around I had history, with no one that I knew. History was not my best subject, and that was putting it lightly. I just didn't care what political parties were formed when, or where the French Revolution started. I just couldn't pay attention, and the class was dragging on. Then the bell rang, signaling that half the class was over, and we were dismissed for twenty or so minutes for lunch. I left my bag where it was, the teacher said he locked the door while we were at lunch. I went to my locker and grabbed my lunch, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tim.

"Hey Tim," I said as I shut my locker and walked with him towards the lunch room.

"Hey, Abby," said Tim a little awkwardly.

"So, how's your day so far?" I asked as we walked into the lunch room and found a quick seat at an empty table.

"Ok, I guess," said Tim, "You?"

"Good," I said, "I just got switched into a higher science class, and life is good."

"Hey, Abbs!" I suddenly heard from somewhere behind me, and I whipped around.

Tony and Jeth were sitting at a nearby table with a few kids from the football team and a few from the basketball team. Jeth smiled and motioned for me to come join them, and I smiled. I mean there was no way I could not smile, his smile was infectious. I turned back around and saw Tim, as I gathered up my lunch.

"C'mon," I said, and Tim looked at me a little oddly.

"You're kidding," said Tim.

"No, c'mon," I said and we stood and went over to the table.

Jeth gave me a little look when he saw Tim, but to my unsurprised reaction, he said nothing. Tony kept his mouth shut about it too, and I smiled.

"Hey, good thing Jeth saw you over there," said Tony as I sat down next to Jeth on the end, and he scooted down so Tim could fit at the table on my other side, "So, how was history?"

"Good, I guess," I said rolling my eyes, "As boring as it may be."

I was amazed when I heard Jeth chuckle to my right, and I whipped around to look at him.

"Ha!" I teased, "You chuckled! You made noise!"

This only made Tony join him in his chuckling, I don't think Tim got the fact that Jeth never spoke. The only time I had ever heard him speak was at the football game, he was yelling and calling out plays. However, I couldn't really hear him because the crowd was screaming and cheering too loudly.

"So we're crossing historian off any future career lists?" said Tony with his same goofy smile, and I nodded.

"Yes, please," I said in an overly desperate tone as I pulled my sandwich out of my brown bag lunch, "Mmm turkey."

Lunch passed quickly as I pretended to care about all the random stuff Tony was spouting out about sports, while I silently enjoyed my seat next to Jeth. The bell was about to ring to tell us to go back to class as the little red headed cheerleader from that morning approached the table.

"Hey, Jeth," said Jenny as she stood at the end of the table, looking down the table at him.

He barely even moved, but he politely located her face with his eyes.

"Hey, Jenny," said a few of the football players to Jeth's right, and a gleam of happiness came over me as I realized Jenny noticed that talking to Jeth wouldn't be very effective.

"Hey, boys," said Jenny, "You ready for the game Friday?"

"Sure are," said a blonde, highly freckled kid who was sitting next to Tony, "As long as we've got Jeth."

With that the bell rang to bring me back to history, my mortal enemy. The process of actually getting to the class was as painless as possible. I enjoyed the company of Jeth and Tony as they escorted me to class. Tony popped his head in to exchange greetings with the teacher, whom he had apparently had the previous year. I found my seat as the boys went off to their classes. My day was uneventful right up until I walked into my last period class, the senior science class.

I walked in and immediately saw the teacher, who was sitting at his desk. He looked like a very kind man, his light brown hair was wispy due to his age, and his glasses were almost comically large. He gave me a nice little smile before I took one of the many empty seats in the front row, not wishing to really look at my classmates. I immediately started to hear the snickers of the senior students behind me.

"You think she's lost?"

"Stupid Freshman."

"What is she a brain?"

"Why doesn't Dr. Mallard say something?"

"Ok," said a velvety, somehow familiar voice from far behind me, louder than the others, "Why don't you all just shut up and leave her alone, you all do realize she can hear you right?"

The whole class went silent, and I turned around to see who had stuck up for me. I was pleasantly surprised to see Jeth sitting at the end of the row I was sitting in. He gave me a shy little smile, and I gave him a shocked expression. He looked over at me with a little worry in his face, before he picked up his own bag and came and sat next to me.

"You ok?" He asked.

"You found your voice," I said teasingly, and he smiled.

"Don't let them bug you, Abbs," said Jeth.

"See there it is again," I said, "How is it that I've known you for a week now and this is the first time I have heard you speak?"

"I don't talk very often," said Jeth.

"Wow, this is like a record," I teased, and Jeth smiled once more.

Just then, Dr. Mallard stood up from his desk and walked out in front of the class.

"Thank you, Jethro," said Dr. Mallard with a kind smile, "Would you like to introduce your friend to the class, or shall I?"

Jeth shook his head, clearly public speaking was still not his strong suit. Which was ok, him sticking up for me were the only words I ever needed to hear come out of his mouth as they replayed over and over in my head. Any doubts I had about this new class went straight out the window.

"Very well," said Dr. Mallard, "This is Abigail Sciuto. She is indeed a freshman, but is too smart for the class she was placed in. So she has been placed here. Welcome to Human Anatomy, if you hadn't realized, I'm Dr. Mallard."

When class was over, Jeth let me borrow his notes for the night so I could catch up on anything I missed for the first week. As we made our way down to my locker, Jeth didn't need to go to his, Ziva was waiting at my locker.

"Oh, good you two are in the same class," said Ziva.

"Good thing too," I said and Jeth snickered a little.

"Oh? That bad, huh?" said Ziva.

"Would have been," I said.

"Naw, Doc woulda made 'em shut up," said Jeth and I was taken by surprise again.

"I really gotta get used to that," I said with a mischievous smile as I opened my locker, and the two of them chuckled.

"You will not to worry, Abby," said Ziva.