Alright guys there was an overwhelming vote for me to write a high school fic so here we go. I am going to have to apologise for my knowledge of the American education system all I have to go on is Glee, Twilight and One Tree Hill. But hey I will give it a go. As for detention records there is a little league table in my science classroom listing who takes the smallest amount of time to get a detention. The current record is 40 seconds. Alright so please review and leave your comments!
Little children, headache; big children, heartache.
Chapter 1: New Arrival
She was jet-lagged, tired and sore. Seventeen year old Ziva David had been packed into an overcrowded and heated aeroplane for 12 hours and her crumpled clothes, worn expression and aching muscles showed the signs of it.
She walked through the terminal building alone heading towards one of the drivers which were bound to be waiting outside. Her parents were going through a sticky divorce and Ziva's father, Eli, had moved to America as a result of a promotion. Ziva had been forced to follow leaving her younger sister and mother in Israel. Her belongings had already been shipped over a few weeks ago so all Ziva had to do was make her way to her new home.
D.C Ziva thought to herself as the black sedan wound its way through the streets of Washington before eventually coming to a halt outside a large, traditional looking house.
"Ziva." A man welcomed gently as he walked down the garden path, we wore an expensive suit and his silver looking hair was combed neatly into place.
"Father." She greeted, lightly kissing him on both cheeks.
"NEW NEIGHBOURS!" The seventeen year old spun around to see a teenager bounding down the side walk towards her. The strangers hair was in pig tails and she wore black, baggy clothing draped in chains.
"Hello?" Ziva said feebly.
"Hi!" The girl said never loosing her enthusiasm "I'm Abby Gibbs!"
"Ziva David." Ziva held out a hand but Abby ignored it and enveloped Ziva into a bone crushing hug.
"You new here?" Abby asked when she finally retracted herself.
"Yes, I have just arrived." Ziva stated.
"Where you from?" Abby asked.
"Tel Aviv, Israel."
"COOL!" Abby exclaimed "I've never had a friend from a foreign country before, well unless you count Tim because he's Irish decent but I suppose that doesn't really count as foreign seeming as he was born in Boston. But then again the distance between here and Massachusetts is far greater than the distance between England and France so I suppose it kind of is like a different country even though we both speak English and all. Anyhow where are you going to go to school?"
Ziva was taken aback by the speed at which this girl could talk "Washington high."
"SAME AS ME! How old are you?" Abby asked.
"17," Ziva couldn't help but smile at the almost interrogation "And yourself?"
"15." Abby replied.
It was then that a load roar of an engine caused the pair to spin around.
A sleek black Lamborghini slid up the drive way of one of the larger houses on the hill opposite Ziva's new home. A young man stepped out from inside the vehicle. He wore a pair of expensive jeans and a black Ralph Lauren V-neck complete with matching belt. All showing off his well toned muscular physique. The teenager pulled off a pair of battered Aviators and threw them in the car, he then raised his hand and run his fingers threw his bronze hair before wandering into the house.
"Who was THAT?" Ziva asked.
"That," Abby chuckled "Was Anthony DiNozzo, head of the football team and the star of the basketball team. Refuses to date anybody and most people just stay away from him."
"Why?" Ziva asked.
"He's dangerous." Abby stated.
"How so?" Ziva pressed.
"He's a DiNozzo." After seeing Ziva's expression Abby decieded to continue "His father – a really dodgy bloke who is mixed up in some really dark stuff. My Dad has tried to convict him a few times but he just always seems to slip threw the net."
"Convicted of what?" Ziva asked.
"Mostly illegal importation and exportation but recently a series of murder charges have been stacking up against him. Scuttlebutt is that he murdered his wife."
"Poor guy…" Ziva whispered her gaze never leaving the house.
"POOR GUY?" Abby exclaimed "Tony's father is a murderer Ziva!"
"I meant Tony…" Ziva trailed off.
"Yeah Whatever." Abby was now practically jumping up and down "He's bad news so stay away from him – wanna watch a movie?"
"Abby, I really should unpack.." Ziva was cut short when Abby's finger was firmly pressed against her lips
"Time for unpacking later, right now you and me must watch Twilight!" Ziva inwardly groaned, they had Twilight in Israel and lets just say that it probably wasn't an experience she wanted to repeat all over again.
NCISNCISNCISNCIS(IN HIGH SCHOOL) NCISNCISNCISNCIS
High School – Timothy McGee's idea of hell. He tried to keep his head as low as possible and blend into the corridor crowds. He kept his ring binder tightly pressed to his chest and his back hunched.
"Oi fatty!" Tim inwardly groaned, he wasn't overweight, by no stretch of the imagination he had yet to loose his puppy fat and his lean frame emphasised this.
McGee turned around to see a giant of a boy leering down upon him. The bully's face was twisted into a sick sneer and Timothy's bottom lip quivered.
"Done my work fatty?" The bully asked.
"No." McGee meekly said.
"What was that? Couldn't hear you fatty."
"No." McGee said again.
"What?" The bully shouted loudly as he grabbed Tim's collar and slammed him up against the lockers.
"Leave him alone Cory." A clear voice sounded down the corridor.
McGee snapped his head around in order to try and see who his saviour was, but deep down he already knew. There was only one person in the entire school who insisted on calling everybody by their second names – Anthony DiNozzo.
Jacob Cory dropped McGee and he slid down the wall.
"Got a problem Tony?" Jake asked.
"Yeah I do, now if you let that kid go we can forget any of this ever happened." Tony said reasonably
"Now I don't think so DiNozzo." Cory said stepping into Tony's personal space.
"Walk away Cory." Tony said clenching his jaw.
"Get the hell out of my business." Cory snarled and then took a swing at Tony.
Tony quickly took a step back allowing Cory's fist to go falling threw the air he was in only moments before. Tony then brought his own fist smashing up into Cory's gut. The bully crumpled and Tony brought his knee smashing up into Jake's face and the bully fell to the floor in a craggy heap.
"Anthony DiNozzo!" A voice rang out across the corridor and Tony slowly turned around to see Principal Leon Vance stalking down the corridor towards him.
"Yes Sir?" Tony answered politely
"Get your behind into by office now, you have earned yourself at least a months worth of detention!" Vance screamed.
Tony ignored Vance and turned to face McGee, who was visibly shaken and was still on the floor.
"You alright McGee?" Tony asked as he helped him up from the floor.
"Yeah fine thanks." McGee said.
"Good – you take care of yourself and don't take any of his crap." Tony said nodding towards Cory.
"DiNozzo – 2 months detention!" Vance cried.
Tony smirked before following Vance down the hallway. The other students stared at Tony in shock, Ziva and Abby stared mouths agape.
Detention in half an hour? Tony thought to himself That has GOT to be a new record.
Tony lounged back in his chair watching the seconds on the clock tick by slowly. He was sat alone in a classroom apart from a very bored looking Vance sat behind the front desk. School had only broken up just an hour ago but the premises was already deserted of both students and teachers.
"Alright DiNozzo, you can go now." Tony stood up and nodded his thanks to Vance.
Tony wandered down the path. It was fall and the golden orange leaves now littered the pavements. It was only then Tony spotted a group of girls screaming at one another. Tony chuckled slightly as he made his way over.
"Get out of this country!" Jeanne Benoit screamed at the new girl.
"Your father's French!" Abby Gibbs screamed in response.
It was then Jeanne swung at the new girl but Tony quickly rushed in and allowed the blow to deflect harmlessly off his shoulder.
"Break it up!" Tony ordered
"Get out of my way Tony!" Jeanne screamed.
"Gibbs," Tony said nodding towards Abby "Take Benoit home." Abby nodded and reluctantly led Jeanne away.
"Anthony DiNozzo." Tony said as he held out his hand towards Ziva.
"Oh I know who you are," Ziva said with a grin "Ziva David." She then gently shook him hand.
"Walk with me David." Tony said as he began to walk down the path. Ziva shrugged before following him.
"Why did you break up that?" Ziva asked and Tony shrugged "You did that earlier with McGee as well."
Tony laughed slightly "I want to be in law enforcement, stupid I know."
"Why is it stupid?" Ziva asked.
"My fathers profession make most disapproving David."
"That is another thing." Ziva said holding up a finger "Why do you never call anybody by their first names?"
Tony frowned "I don't know really, I used to before my mother died but now there is something stopping me. I have only been called Junior or DiNozzo by my family. A name is personal David. It means you feel something towards that person, a connection I guess."
Ziva continued to walk through the leaves, she observed the last rays of light reflect across Tony's face. The golden leaves creating the perfect backdrop for their stroll.
Ziva shivered slightly so Tony shrugged out of his coat and placed it over Ziva's shoulders.
"I am sorry Tony but you do not fulfil your stereotype." Tony raised an eyebrow "You are football captain, rich, good looking."
"Oh so you think I am good looking now Dah-Veed." Tony said stretching out her surname.
Ziva chuckled slightly "Within reason."
"Well I have never been one for following crowds." Tony said quietly, suddenly serious again. "All I want to be is different, not judged for my background, but that is going to be impossible."
"You know," Ziva said quietly "I think people have you wrong."
"How so?" Tony asked.
"I think you are a good man Anthony."
Tony turned around suddenly and placed two hands on Ziva's shoulders "No."
"No?"
"No, I am not a good person and you should stay away from me." Tony said gruffly.
"What if I don't want to?"
"My family is not good news David!" Tony pressed.
"You said yourself that you don't want to be judged by your family."
"We kind of come together – a package deal." Tony laughed darkly "You should stay away from me Ziva."
It took a minute for her to register it – he had called her Ziva not David.
"Tony…" She whispered.
"See you around Ziva." He laughed as he walked over to his waiting Lamborghini.
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