A/N: Hey, guys, it's Bridge and this is my first fic! Just a warning: some people who are dead on the show will be alive in this fic, although I might kill them off later... Also, this is a slight crossover with NCIS: LA.
Ships: Tony/Ziva, McGee/Abby, Kate/Ari, minor Gibbs/Jenny, Deeks/Kensi, Eric/Nell, and several other minor couples...
Thanks for reading. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, NCIS: LA, or any of the characters.
"Boss," Jenny began, "I just got a call from Director Morrow. The Deputy Director of Mossad is requesting a video conference in MTAC."
"What does Mossad want from us?" Franks demanded.
"The Director didn't say, sir."
"Shepard, what have I told you about calling me 'sir'?"
"Right. Sorry, Boss."
"Alright," Franks sighed. "Let's go."
The four agents on Team Franks trekked upstairs, the team leader at the head of the pack, Gibbs and Jenny side-by-side, with Pacci at the rear.
Entering MTAC, they saw Mossad's director, Eli David, on the screen. He was in his mid-forties, the edges of his hair beginning to gray. He wore glasses, a crisp blue shirt and an elaborate off-white suit.
"Director David," NCIS's director, Tom Morrow, began, "I'd like you to meet our Massive Case Response Team. Allow me to introduce agents Michael Franks, Jethro Gibbs, Jennifer Shepard, and Christopher Pacci."
David nodded in greeting. At this point, Franks's team acknowledged the four other agents in the room: Leon Vance, Henrietta Lange, Owen Granger, and Lauren Hunter, the team on the other side of the partition.
"As I was telling Tom, my family has been threatened by a massive international terrorist cell," Eli continued. "Believing that my children would be safer in America, I sent them to DC to stay with my sister-in-law, Nettie. This terrorist cell has been a threat to both Israel and America, and multiple American agencies have been looking to take them down, yours included. Their leader, Saleem Ulman, is originally from Somalia. NCIS and Mossad have been working closely to find and destroy this cell. I now require your teams to take on long-term undercover roles."
"Which would be…?" Franks inquired.
"Teachers at Jefferson High, a new high school in DC," Morrow answered. "You will each be assigned a different role at the school."
"Sir," Gibbs began, addressing David, "the students at this school will not know our true identities?"
"You will be going by your real names to ensure that you respond correctly. However, you are asked not to reveal your occupation to the students."
"That may be a problem," Gibbs continued. "You see, my daughter is going to be a student at Jefferson High, and she and her friends already know who I am and what I do."
"Well, she and her friends should be informed of the situation and know not to tell anyone else. These students are to be trusted?"
"They wouldn't be friends with my daughter if they couldn't be."
Nettie handed each of them an envelope.
"Here are your schedules," she said as they opened them. "The school just sent them in the mail."
Ziva, Ari, and Tali glanced them over, and Ziva compared hers to her brother's.
"Look, we have Spanish and Calculus together," Ziva pointed out. "Oh, and lunch too!"
"You two will at least have classes with each other," Tali complained. "I will not know anyone."
Ziva took her sister's schedule.
"Look, we have Spanish together," she replied, indicating second period.
"Why am I in AP Spanish with seniors?" Tali inquired.
"Because you are fluent in that language, and they are not going to put you in Spanish I with all of the other freshmen."
"Oh," Tali responded, suddenly perkier.
Ziva found her locker without much trouble. Glancing at the sticky note in her hand, she turned the dial. She tugged on it, attempting to open it. She groaned in frustration when it refused to open. She tried again, and it still did not comply. She kicked it out of anger.
"It's okay to ask for help, you know," the kid beside her said. "Let me." She handed him the paper and he slowly turned the lock. He arrived at the last number, and pulled the locker open.
"Thank you," she replied quietly.
"Don't mention it. Happy to help. I'm Tony, by the way. Tony DiNozzo."
"Ziva David," she responded pithily, placing her bag and sweater in her locker.
"Nice to meet you, Ziva. Are you new here?"
"Isn't everyone new here? I thought they just built this school."
"Oh, they did. But everyone here's from Buchannan High, anyways. They shut that down because the foundation was unstable. But some of us think that it was really because the entire administration and faculty was involved in some sort of drugs/arms trade."
"How do you know that?"
"Feds arrested all the teachers. They tried to hush it up, but things like that get around."
"Then yes, I suppose I am new here."
"Where are you from?"
"Tel Aviv, Israel."
"So is English your first language?"
"No. Hebrew is."
"That's cool. So, what class do you have first?"
"Um… Senior English."
"Hey, me too. You know where that is?"
"No clue. You?"
"Yeah. I took a tour a few weeks ago. I'll show you the way."
"Thank you."
They made their way toward English class.
"So," Tony began, "are you going to college in Israel or staying in America?"
"I had plans to go to an American university. I have been accepted to a few that I like."
"Oh, really? Where?"
"Let me see… there was… Worcester Polytechnic Institute… Hobart University… Ohio State—"
"Ohio State?" Tony inquired. "I'm going there. Already applied early decision. I'm playing basketball there."
"Impressive. You play here, I would presume?"
"Yeah. I run point for our basketball team and quarterback for football. I'm captain of both."
"Let me guess—you're dating the head cheerleader?"
"No way. Head cheerleaders are Breena Slater and Caitlin Todd. They're both far too smart for that. I did date two other cheerleaders, though. Jeanne Benoit and EJ Barrett. Things got pretty serious with Jeanne, but she found out that my close friend's dad is a fed. Feds from the same agency had just killed her father."
"What did her father do?"
"Arms dealer."
"That's… terrible…"
"It was. The breakup was… bad…"
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Anyways, things ended better with EJ. We had more of a friends-with-benefits thing going on. She was insistent that I should find 'the one'. She was a good person. We're sort of still friends, but we're not exactly close."
"Any other ex-girlfriends I should be aware of?"
"Why? Jealous, Ziva?"
"I have barely met you."
"No one can resist the DiNozzo charm."
"Are you avoiding my question?"
"Of course not. Well, there's been a few. Everyone knows about my ex, Brenda, who wrapped her car around a tree soon after she realized I didn't want anything serious with her. Checked into a depression ward. I wasn't the same for a long time after that."
"That is awful. How did you get over that?"
"My friends talked me down. Breena, especially. She's really good at that kind of thing. She helped my friend Kelly past a really hard time she was having. One of her father's friends, a man she considered her uncle, has just died overseas. It was right around the anniversary of her mother's death. Breena stayed with her more than a week until she was positive that she would be okay."
They soon reached English class.
"Wanna sit next to me?"
"Sure," Ziva replied. "So, are you single then?"
"Why? Interested, David?"
Ziva laughed.
"Are you?" she asked again.
"I am."
Ziva glanced around the room. Several people were looking at her, as if trying to place her. She took in the appearances of all the students. Tony put a name to each one.
"That's Breena Slater," Tony began, pointing to the petite blonde in the front row. "There's Kensi Blye," he added, pointing to the tall brunette beside her. "There's Michelle Lee," he continued, indicating the petite Asian girl in the same row as Breena and Kensi. "Beside her is her boyfriend, Jimmy Palmer." He pointed toward the skinny kid with curly brown hair and glasses. "Right in front of us there is Abby Sciuto and Tim McGee. They refuse to admit they're dating, but we all know they are. Back there," he continued, pointing over a row, "are Kyle Davis and Kelly Gibbs." At the sound of their names, the dark-haired boy and brunette girl glanced over. "And lastly, there's EJ Barrett and Gayne Levin."
The girl in front of them, who Tony said was named Abby, turned.
"Hi. You're new, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. My name is Ziva."
"Nice to meet you. Where did you go to school before?"
"In Tel Aviv, Israel. I, um, transferred here with my brother and sister."
"Oh, that's cool. I'm Abby. This is my best friend, Tim. And don't let Tony convince you that we're dating. He's got all kinds of conspiracy theories. He says Callen and Sam have some sort of secret bromance; he even says Kyle is my long-lost brother."
She nodded toward Kyle. Ziva looked between the two.
"You do look a lot alike," Ziva replied. "Same hair color, same eyes, similar facial features."
"Oh, no, Tony's corrupted you already."
Tim turned to face the others.
"Great, now there's someone else to call me nicknames," he joked. "Hi, Ziva, I'm Tim."
"Nice to meet you, Tim. What classes do the three of you have this semester?"
"I have English, Spanish, lunch, PE/Computers, and Forensics in that order," Abby said.
"Same," Tim repeated.
"I have that, too," Tony replied. "But I'm in Woodshop instead of Computers."
"That's the same schedule as me," Ziva replied.
"Oh, awesome. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of one another."
At that moment, the teacher came in.
"Settle down, kids, settle down," she began. "My name is Miss. Shepard, and I'm going to be your English teacher."
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