Hey! Okay, this is my second NCIS Fanfic, but I decided to go a little more AU this time. I got to thinking as I watched NCIS reruns the other day. Gibbs always acted like a father to Abby, and Tony . . . so a fanfic was born! Either way, please review. Reviews fuel my writing!


"Tony! Hurry or you'll be late for school!" Jenny Gibbs called her seventeen year old son as she packed her daughter's lunch.

"Here you go, Abby." She handed a bag lunch to her and patted her shoulder just as a slightly older man with graying hair entered the kitchen.

"Hey, Jen." He greeted and kissed her lightly on the lips. "We have to go soon, is Tony up yet?" He asked as he patted his little girl's head, then reminded himself that she wasn't little anymore; she was almost fifteen.

"Mornin' mom, mornin' dad." Tony said, answering his father's question, after sliding down the hand-rail to the stairs. He grabbed his twenty dollars for lunch off of the counter as he entered the kitchen. He kissed his mom's cheek and nodded goodbye to his dad before setting off towards his dad's other car, grinning as he got into the yellow car that held a single black stripe.

"Cool." He muttered, mostly to himself before turning towards his Goth sister.

"Need a ride, Abbs?" He asked, putting on some cool shades and turning up the music. Abby smiled and hopped into the passenger seat. Tony looked over at her and smiled; for a Goth, she was rather peppy. He started the car, after adjusting his mirrors, and raced off towards school. Jethro Gibbs stared after his children in shock.

"Maybe I shouldn't have given Tony an extra set of keys to my car." He smiled as he turned to his wife.

"And since when did Abby go Goth?" He asked, a teasing smile forming on his lips as he pulled Jenny into his arms and stared at her. Jen smiled and shook her head.

"Tony is seventeen, now. We can trust him with a bit more responsibility, I hope." Jethro laughed and Jenny continued. "And Abby is just going through a phase, she'll grow out of it. Now come, we'll be late for work." Jethro smiled and leaned into kiss Jenny softly, before leading her to her car.


Tony arrived at school in record time, allowing himself to stare at a few girls as they walked by, including his girlfriend, Jeanne. He smiled and stepped out of his car, pulling Jeanne in for a quick hug and kiss.

"Eww, Tony!" Abby complained as she stepped out of the car. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder before walking towards the school building with an expression of disgust; she never liked Jeanne Benoit. Tony smiled after her and draped his arm over Jeanne's shoulders. Jeanne smiled and leaned into him as they walked to school, frowning as she caught him glancing at other girls on their way there.

"Tony, what are you doing?" She asked in an annoyed tone. Tony sighed and looked down at her. He smiled sheepishly at her disappointed expression, then frowned.

"I can't even look?" He teased and she scowled.

"No!" She said firmly and Tony looked forward, glowering.

"I was just joking." He muttered under his breath. "Some girls just don't have a sense of humor."

Jeanne was completely oblivious to what he said and ignored him when he pulled his arm away, and stalked off to class in the opposite direction as her. Tony groaned; his relationship with Jeanne was great at the beginning, he even said that he loved her, but it seemed nowadays that they had more fights then anything. He sighed; time for another break-up. Only, he was upset at that because he was thinking about breaking up with Jeanne. She was the longest relationship he ever had, and now he had to end it.

Oh well, that's just what I have to do sometimes. Abby will be happy. He thought to himself as he entered first period, History. He sunk into his chair, preparing for another boring lesson from Mr. Vance, when something, or someone, caught his eye. Right next to him was a beautiful girl with curly, but not too curly, dark brown hair that spilled over her shoulder's perfectly. She got up, when called by Mr. Vance, and went to the front of the room to introduce herself. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and her face was heart-shaped. She wore black cargo pants and a nice, tight fitting green shirt, with a black jacket. Around her slender neck was a gold necklace that held the Star of David. Tony's mouth popped open with an almost audible pop as he stared at the girl. He quickly reassembled his expression when she glanced at him. Ziva smirked, as if reading his mind, but returned her gaze quickly to the rest of the class as it became more than just a glance.

"Class," Mr. Vance spoke up, "this is Ziva David, a new student from Israel."

"Dah-Veed." Ziva corrected after he gave his introduction. He nodded at her, acknowledging her correction than motioned her to sit at her seat. She obliged and went back to her desk next to Tony, who would look at her every five minutes throughout class. Little did he know, she noticed these glances and tried to ignore him for the time being. After a dull lecture about our economy, Tony rushed over to Ziva's side, running through a few pick-up lines in his head. She turned to look at him and he blanked.

"Hi." Was all he managed to say. Ziva smiled, secretly recognizing his nervous behavior.

"Shalom." She responded and he shot her a confused look. She laughed.

"My name, as you know, is Ziva. Hello." She held out a hand. He shook it and swallowed before replying.

"Tony. Hey." He smiled his charming smile and she laughed again before turning to head off to her next class.

"Goodbye, Tony. I hope to see you again." And she was gone, leaving Tony dazed.

Periods two and three were meaningless to Tony, he didn't even know about what the teacher talked about. All that ran through his head was Ziva. Before he knew it, it was time for lunch.

"Hey, Tony." Tim McGee called as he spotted his friend in the lunch line. Tony turned towards Tim and smiled.

"Hey, McGoo." Tim rolled his eyes, wondering why he was friends with Tony in the first place. After they grabbed some food, Tony went to sit with Tim and tons of his other friends. He barely noticed them though, busy as he glanced around the cafeteria, looking for Ziva. That was when he spotted his younger sister talking to a smaller version of Ziva. He assumed it was her younger sister.

"So, man. You gonna be football captain again this year?" Finely asked, interrupting his thoughts. Tony grinned widely.

"You know it!"


"So, I'm Abby, by the way, what about you?" Abby asked as she directed her knew friend over to her lunch table. The Israeli girl smiled.

"My name is Natalia, but you may call me Tali." Abby smiled.

"Cool, a nick name. You can call be Abbs." She told her as they sat at the lunch table.

"Hey, Abbs." Jimmy Mallard greeted her. Abby smiled again.

"Hey, Jimmy. This is Tali. She's new." Abby explained as a puzzled look crossed his face.

"Guess what, Abbs?" He asked excitedly. Abby raised her eyebrows.

"My dad's gonna teach here this year, science." He smiled proudly and Abby grinned, finally sitting down. After congratulating Jimmy, she immediately turned her full attention to Tali.

"So, Tali. Do you have any siblings?" Tali nodded.

"I have an older sister, Ziva, and an even older brother, Ari. Although Ari is in college right now." Abby nodded seriously, which made Tali giggle.

"And you?" She asked. Abby rolled her eyes.

"Just an older brother, Tony." She sighed as she remembered his embrace with Jeanne this morning and shuddered. Tali looked at her in confusion, but decided to let it go, so she began to eat.


It wasn't until Gym class that Tony saw Ziva again. She hadn't forgotten about him, either, and ran up to him, already dressed in her P.E. clothes when he entered. He stared at her in shock.

"How'd ya change so quickly, and come before everyone else?" He asked her, recovering from the surprise. She shrugged.

"I am Mossad. We are supposed to be fast." She teased and turned back to run a few laps around the gym before class. Tony just stared at her in amazement, not knowing if she was joking or not, all the while wondering what the heck Mossad was. He shrugged it off and went to change before class, exiting the boys' locker room, and was still surprised to see that only a few were here today.

"Are we early?" he asked to no one in particular as he walked towards Ziva. She stopped her running and answered him with a shrug, coming over to meet him halfway. By now more teenagers began to come in.

"Weird." Tony muttered under his breath. Ziva heard him and nodded, agreeing with him. He again shrugged it off as they watched as a partially gray haired man walked into the gym carrying a cup of coffee. Tony gasped.

"Oh, no." he whispered, ducking behind Ziva partially, who stared at him in confusion.

"Hello." came the voice of Jethro Gibbs as it rang through the gym. "Since Coach Doyle can't make it today, I am your substitute. I just want to let you know before hand, that I don't tolerate anyone messing around. Just ask Tony." He snorted and continued as a few people turned to smirk at Tony, holding back laughs. "Today, we will be doing a few drills, some that I learned when I was a marine. Any complaints, and, well, you don't want to know." He took a sip of his coffee and began to explain their first drill. Tony groaned; this was going to be a long class. The only good thing about this was that Ziva did not laugh at him; she only smiled at him once, sympathetically.

After gym, everyone was sore. Some of them glowered at Tony, while others just ignored him; those others would be his friends, and seeing as over half of the grade was Tony's friend, he was in the clear. The only other person that came out of there without complaint was Ziva David. Tony frowned, sure that only his dad would make their kid do that every other weekend.

"You do this often, Zee-vah?" Tony teased and Ziva smirked.

"More than you know, Tony." He could only stare in awe as she walked away, heading to her locker.

Tony shook his head, trying too clear his thoughts as he walked to his locker, surprised by the visitor he had waiting there. She smiled.

"Hey, Tony." She said and pecked him on the cheek. Tony sighed; he knew this would come sooner or later.

"Jeanne, we need to talk." He explained when he didn't kiss her back. She frowned.

"About what?" she asked, although she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Look, I don't think this is working." He stated simply, but she merely looked even more confused.

"What's not working, Tony?" she asked innocently. Tony took a deep breath, expecting tears or anger, but mostly tears. He blew out the air noisily and stared at her straight in the eye.

"Us." He said, cringing on the inside as he waited for the waterworks. A single tear formed on her cheek.

"Are you-are you b-breaking up w-with m-me?" she stammered. He nodded and she scowled at him.

"This is because of the new girl, isn't it?" She nearly yelled, causing a few people to turn their heads. Tony was just grateful that Ziva wasn't nearby. He just stared at her, not knowing what to say. She glowered when he didn't respond.

"No! You know what? You can't break up with me! I'm breaking up with you, Tony Gibbs!" She shouted and stormed away, leaving Tony dazed and confused. He shut his locker door, knowing that he had already packed everything he needed.

"Weirdest first day, ever." He muttered under his breath, still thinking about Ziva.


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