Rating: M for maturity for language, racism, prejudice, and some sexual content

Genre: Romance/Humor/Action/Alternative Universe (AU)/Crossover

Word Count: words/pages/chapters

A/N: I hope you enjoy this unique story. In this story, the team are in high school with the cast of you haven't ever heard of the show Bones, I suggest you at least look it up because you may not understand some parts. Also, this is mainly a Tiva story, but I did add Jibbs, McAbby, and a few Bones couples. By the way, in this story, Eli actually has a heart, at least when it comes to Ziva. I'm a little tired of reading about how Eli hates his children and his family and shit. Just omg, STOP! Eli does have a heart. I mean, obviously. Anyway, just so you know, Eli is kind of a good guy, but not all the way through. I mean, he loves Ziva very much, but he loves tradition and religion, too. Also, please comment on what you think about anything and/or everything. Anything you might think could help me improve my writing skills, or whatever, would help. Hope you enjoy! R&R!

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the amazing show of BONES or the awesome show of NCIS.

Summary: The cast of BONES and NCIS are teenagers! Ziva needs a safe place to stay. The only place her father can think of is a family in America-the Gibbs family. Three weeks after her arrival, school will begin. Ziva will be a sophomore! How will she survive the sappy drama, girly gossip, and prejudice bullies? What will become of her new best friends: a hyperactive goth, a talented singer, and the biggest player in the entire high school? Read and find out!

Chapter One

Her things were packed and neatly assorted all across her room. She couldn't imagine actually leaving this place; she never thought the day would ever come. It hurt inside to leave. Even with her mother, sister, and oldest brother dead and gone, it was still Ziva's home. It was the home of her people. It was Israel. Even if all she had left was a broken father who was far too strong to express it, a reckless older brother, and a crazy aunt, it was and would forever be her true home.

That was enough for her. Ziva could manage with just that. She had for almost two years now. Only, now, her aunt was suffering from memory loss and her father, Eli David, was being sent somewhere in Morocco on a special mission for Mossad and her brother, Ari, was becoming too busy for her. Ziva, herself was beginning to become careless and dangerous. No one trusted her home alone. God only knew what she would end up doing.

Eli David was in deep. He had no where safe for Ziva to stay. She had just recently been suspended from Mossad for reckless behavior and going against direct orders. Usually, when something like this came up, Eli would either send his daughter to stay with her Aunt Nettie or stay in a room at Mossad HQ. However, Nettie is far too sick to look after and keep an eye on Ziva and now that Ziva had been suspended, she's not aloud at Mossad. What could he do with her? There was only one thing he could do. Eli called up and old friend by the name of Jennifer Shepard-Gibbs. Jennifer was more than happy to look after Ziva.

You see, Eli and Jennifer go way back, as do Jennifer and Ziva. Jennifer is like a second mother to Ziva. So, Ziva was almost okay with this idea. However, since there was a chance she'd be staying in America for two years, she strongly opposed. Now, yes, Ziva had only been suspended for eight months and three of those eight had already passed, but Eli decided to remove her until his mission in Morocco was entirely and officially closed. He didn't was Ziva working for or living with Mossad while he was away and unable to keep tabs on her.

"Dammit, Papa," Ziva had said, "why must you be so difficult and so stubborn and protective of me?" She pounded her fist onto the wall and let out a loud sigh.

"Because," Eli replied gently, "I am your father and I am supposed to take care of you." Ziva turned to face him and gave him a halfhearted smile. Eli placed either of his palms on each of his daughter's cheeks and gingerly kissed her forehead, "and I love you very much."

Ziva had smiled and closed her eyes. It was extremely rare for her father to show and express his affection for someone, but when he did, it was usually to his daughters or wife. Only, now that Talia and Rivka are gone, It is only Ziva who received his love anymore. She let out a gentle sigh. "I love you as well," she mumbled sweetly.

At this memory, Ziva smiled lightly. She then plopped down on her bed and and pushed out a deep and desperate sigh. Leaving Israel was inevitable, Ziva knew that. Coming back was definite -Ziva knew that as well. What Ziva didn't know was when. When would she be back? It made her nervous, scarred, almost. In less than two hours she would be getting on a plane that would fly her to America-a place she had only visited a few times. Once she arrived, she would be taken to a marvelous mansion unlike anything she'd seen before. Not to mention, she would be staying there with Jennifer, her husband, and their three teenage kids.

Not only that, but what about schooling? Ziva could speak seven different languages other than Hebrew and English fluently, could read and write in all nine languages at a college grade level, had practically perfect handwriting, and she was an astonishing athlete. She had finished her school classes for Mossad training ten months ago with all A's and B's. Ziva would more that just stand out. Someone-if not everyone-would notice, and being her luck, all the wrong people. Eli had warned her to keep a low profile. Ziva was not to stand out academically or athletically. But, was it possible; could Ziva really do it? Could Ziva David-the Ziva Sarah Alania David-be an average transfer student with average grades, average friends, and an average life?

A soft knock came from the doorway of Ziva's room. Startled, she sat up quickly and turned to face her father. "I'm still upset with you, you know," she muttered, "but I've come to realize that I need to grow up and get over it and do as I am told like a good girl."

"Good," Eli said with a dull frown. He walked into her room and held out his glass of scotch to her, "now, Omar and Kaseem will be here for you very soon. A few good sips should make well for my goodbye. Maybe even something to help you relax." Then, Ziva just lost it. She burst out into soft sobs and tear. She bowed her head, ashamed of her sudden actions. Eli set his glass down on the side table and laid each of his hands on either of her shoulders.

"Do not be ashamed," he whispered in a gruff voice, "to cry. Yes, it is a sign of weakness, but also a sign of strength and love. You are very strong, Ziva, and I am proud of you." Ziva's sobs stopped as she huffed out a shaky sigh. Her father was right. After all, she was dealing with a lot of change that she couldn't seem to adapt to. She looked up at her father and smiled. Eli wiped her fallen tears away and slowly kissed her forehead. He smiled sadly back at her. Ziva was Eli's darling and the only love he had left. She was a splitting image of both Talia and Rivka. He was so proud of his daughter and her strength and stability. Eli knew for certain he would miss Ziva's smile and cat-like nose and her liquid laugh. He would miss his daughter's vivid imagination and stunning personality. However, Eli didn't let it show. He put on his mask and covered it up. So, he just smiled at her.

The faint sound of a car pulling into the sandy drive was the last thing Ziva wanted to hear, and, yet, there it was. Ziva grabbed the glass of scotch and downed it all in one big gulp. It burned, God, did it burn her throat like Hell, but it was worth it. She seriously needed it right now. "I should go," she whispered, "Good-bye, Daddy, I love you."

Eli sighed gently and replied, "Good-bye, Ziva." Ziva slowly stood up, grabbed a few of her bags and boxes, and headed out of her bedroom door and towards the front door. Eli followed with the rest of her things. As Ziva stepped outside onto the front porch, she spotted the dull black 1993 Mazda RX-7. For a moment, she just stood there on the bottom step of the porch stairs. She wanted to move-she really did-but she couldn't! She was afraid to. Eventually, though she willed herself to walk forward and set her belongings into the seat beside her. Then, Eli and Omar packed the rest into the trunk. That's when shit got real. Ziva was actually leaving her home and her family for possibly two whole years with no guarantee she'd ever come back, and it was happening right here, right now.

"I may be highly trained," she whispered to herself, "and prepared for changes, but I'm not ready for this. I'm totally not ready for this." Eli walked up behind her and grabbed her hand. He gave it a soft squeeze then slid something inside her fingers. Ziva looked down at her palm to find a necklace; it was her necklace.

"I found it on my desk in the study," Eli told her. Ziva nodded and held tightly onto it. The necklace was a huge part of her, and to think she almost forgot it. How careless could she be?!

"Thank you," she whispered before leaning closely to him and pecking his cheek. She walked off towards the vehicle. Ziva slipped into her seat and slowly buckled her seat belt. She briefly glanced out her window to find her father already inside. He was standing at the window looking out at the car drive off with his precious daughter. Of course, she was reckless, careless, dangerous, stubborn, proud, and sometimes a little too brave and risky, but she was still precious to Eli. Hell, she was pretty much all he really had left. For a little over two years, it had just been them. And now, for the next two-maybe even three-years, would neither of them.

A/N: Next chapter should be up soon! I hope you enjoy this story. Please review.