Okay, so the first Chapter of my NCIS High School Fic. I changed a couple of thing and McGee, Abby and Kate are not in the first Chapter. But they will appear soon, I promise. For this chapter it's just Ziva and Tony but Gibbs and Jenny are mentioned. I don't know yet if Ari's gonna appear. But for now Ziva either doesn't have a half brother or she doesn't kno him yet. Haven' decided, yet. Please let me know what you think of this. Please review. And keep in mind: English is not my first language and we don't have High School over here in Germany. I am trying to write the schenes at school as realistic as I can but I can't promise anything because our school system is very different.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of it's characters.

High School Chapter 1

It was the first day of Ziva Davids Sophomore year of High School. Her first day at an American school. She moved to America 2 month ago after her parents and her little sister died in a bombing in her homeland Israel. Her father was the director of Mossad and their car was blown up while her mother, father and her 12 years old sister Tali were inside. After that she was adopted by the director of an American Agency called NCIS. Her name was Jenny Gibbs. Before she got NCIS director she was an Agent stationed in the Middle East and the best friend of her mother Rivka. Jenny had to move back to America when Ziva was 12 but her mother and her kept contact. 2 years after she went back to America she married her partner Jethro Gibbs and 1 year ago she became the director of NCIS. When she heard what happened to the director of Mossad Eli David, his wife and one of their daughters she and her husband decided to adopt Ziva since she had only her old aunt left who wasn't able to raise a teenager. Ziva was glad about their decision and she always liked Jenny. Since she could remember she was a permanent part of her life and she could always talk to her.

Ziva was not like an usual American teenager. Neither from the outside nor in her behavior. Her father trained her for Mossad since she could talk and walk. With her 16 years she already spoke 5 languages fluently, fought as good as a fully trained Mossad officer and always said what she was thinking.

Alone she walked down the hallway to her next class. Spanish. One of the languages she was fluently in. It would be boring but at least an easy credit. It was the class before her lunch period and yet she had to introduce herself in every class. Except that she hadn't said anything to anybody. She wasn't shy or anything but she was still sad about the loss of her family and couldn't stand those happy people everywhere.

In Spanish she had to introduce herself- again. Of course. When she was finished with the usual information, name, age and where she was from, the teacher ordered her to a seat in the back of the room. Then he started teaching as usual. And it was boring, like she expected. Of course.

When the bell finally rang, she slowly packed her stuff and was about to walk to the cafeteria when she almost bumped into a boy. He was tall, had sandy colored hair and beautiful green eyes.

He smiled at her. "Hi I'm Tony DiNozzo. You're Ziva, right?"

Ziva just nodded and started walking to the cafeteria. She expected him to just let her be but instead he walked next to her and asked: "So, do you have lunch break now?" Ziva just nodded again and Tony said: "Me, too. Do you wanna sit with me?"

"Okay..." Ziva answered slowly. She didn't really care who she was sitting with since she didn't plan to talk anyway.

"So you're from Israel?" Tony asked and Ziva nodded again. "That's so cool. What's it like?"

"It's okay." Ziva responded as short as she could. She hoped he would see that she really didn't want to talk but obviously he didn't. Or maybe he just didn't care.

"Why did ya move here?" Tony wanted to know.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Ziva replied grumpily. She just couldn't talk about it with some stranger. The memories were still too painful and she doubted that they would ever go away.

"O. Okay. Then let's talk about something else. How did you find Spanish class today?" Tony said.

"Okay." Ziva responded. This guy really started to annoy her.

"You looked bored. Why?" Tony asked.

"Because it was boring." answered annoyed.

"Okay. So what classes do you have after lunch." he wanted to know.

"English, Math and History." Ziva said.

"Cool, we have the rest of the day together." Tony exclaimed enthusiastically.

'Great' Ziva thought. Doesn't look like I can get rid off him soon.

"Great." she said aloud.

"You don't sound very happy." Tony told her. 'O great. Now hes making me feel guilty' Ziva thought.

"You ask a lot of questions." she said. They arrived at the cafeteria and went to a small table in the back of the room.

"Do you wanna get something to eat?" Tony asked and Ziva shook her head.

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay. So why don't you like my questions?" Tony asked.

"I'm just not in the talking mood, I suppose." Ziva said. She decided to open up a little, hoping that it would get more comfortable this way.

"Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Tony apologized.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. But I don't understand why you're even talking to me." Ziva replied honestly.

"You're interesting. And you seem different from the other girls. I like that." Tony smiled.

"O. I didn't expect that answer. I thought you would say something like: I just wanted to be nice." she responded and gave him a very slight smile.

"Mmh. What should I say? I like to surprise the people." Tony said with a charming smile.

"I see." Ziva replied, again with a smile as slight as the other one but a bit longer.

"So what do you do outside of school?" Tony asked.

"In Israel I did Karate and Krav Maga." Ziva said. He made her feel more and more comfortable, which surprised her. In fact she hardly felt as comfortable as she did now. And he was definitely the first boy who ever let her feel this way.

"Wow. Fighting. That's impressive." Tony exclaimed.

"What do you do outside of school?" Ziva asked.

"I play football and basketball." he smiled.

"Wow. The girls must love you." Ziva responded.

"They do." he said with a big grin on his face.

They chatted until the lunch break was over and went to their next classes together. Tony really liked her. He felt comfortable in her presence and so did Ziva. After school Tony drove Ziva home in his truck. It wasn't a long walk to her home but he kind of forced her to let him drive her home.

When Ziva entered the house she smiled. For the first time in 2 month.

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