A/n ok, ladies and gents, here is the first sequel to my story SkyeHigh! If you have not read that yet, I highly recommend that you go and read it first so that you understand this one. If you don't, this is about Ziva's 14-year-old half-sister Skylar, aka Skye. She was abused by her stepfather (she's Eli's youngest daughter) after watching him murder her mother (her mother is not related to Ziva) and went to live with Ziva. Anyway, this is basically Skye adjusting to living with Ziva and trying to get her confidence back. How? You'll see.
"So, where should I put this?" Ziva asked pulling out a string of paper cranes from a box. They were in Ziva's guest room, working on converting it into a bedroom for Skye. Skye turned around.
"Oh, those? Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." She walked out of the room. Ziva looked around. A lot had changed in the last few days. She did something to save someone every day, but this was different. She'd had to save her own sister. A sister she had never known existed, but still. Her sister. Her only living sibling. Somehow, for some reason, Eli had easily given up custody of Skylar to Ziva. So that's why they were converting the guest room in her apartment to a bedroom.
"I'm back," Skye said, walking in, carrying a chair. They already had a chair in there from hanging up Skye's Rascal Flatts poster. She moved it next to the wall, and moved the other chair over to the other wall. She took one end of the string and walked over and taped it to the ceiling. Ziva did the same.
She walked over to the box. The only things left were a picture of her and her mom, and a picture of her and her best friend Liz. Right about then, Ziva's phone rang. She answered it and left the room.
"David," Ziva said.
"Miss, David? I wanna talk to you. About Skye."
"Liz? Sure. What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, she hasn't exactly been the same after Mrs. Davidson died. She's a lot quieter now. Like, before her mom died, she was the most confident person out of the three of us."
"Three?"
"Yeah, me, her, and Ty. We met Ty in third grade, and he's basically our third half. But that's not important. Anyway, she used to volunteer every year to sing in the talent show. Usually with Ty and me. But this year she didn't."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Make sure she shows up to the talent show on Friday. That's all you gotta do."
"Ok. Is there anything else?"
"If there's anyone else you want to see this, then tell them. Bye."
"Bye, Liz."
She closed her phone and walked back into the room. Skye looked up from the Sugarland poster she was hanging.
"Who was that?" she asked
"Liz. She just wanted to make sure you were coming on Friday."
"I wouldn't miss it. Liz is my best friend," Skye said. She smiled.
"Well, I guess we are done, are we not?" Ziva said.
"Huh. Finally," she said, looking around.