A/n this one's harder to write, mainly because I'm writing characters from two, count'em, two different time zones. It's a continuation of my SkyeHigh series. And, wait for it, A CROSSOVER WITH NCIS: LOS ANGELES! So here it is, Legend Part 3! One more detail. In my last two installments, Skye's last name was the same as her dirt bag stepfather's, and now she is hyphening it to include her mother's maiden name, Swift, and will eventually drop Davidson altogether… that's just a little thing to clear up the first sentence of this story.
Skylar Elizabeth Swift-Davidson woke up to the familiar sound of whatever song was playing on the radio. She woke up and turned off the alarm. It had been three weeks since everything happened. Three weeks since she escaped from her former stepfather. Three weeks since she met Ziva, her only living sibling. Three weeks since she had started to feel safe for the first time in months. She pulled one of her hair ties off her wrist, and started to put her shoulder-length hair into a bad excuse for a French braid, which, as usual, didn't work because her hair was too short. On a normal day, she would've gotten dressed, but it was Saturday, so she honored the tradition her mom had started when she was a kid. Which was, basically, do not get dressed. So she walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. She expected to see Ziva there, drinking tea, like she did every single morning. But she wasn't there.
"Maybe she just slept in," Skye said, but there was something nagging at her. Ziva never slept in. she went to Ziva's room to wake her up, and saw it. The lamp on the floor, the bedside table knocked over. Something had obviously happened last night. Why hadn't it woken her up? She went back to the living room and dialed the number Ziva had practically drilled into her head
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs awakened by the shrill sound of his cell phone ringing. He must've fallen asleep working on his boat…again. He looked at the itty-bitty little screen. "Incoming call from ZIVA" it said. He answered, knowing that whatever it was had to be important.
"Yeah, Gibbs," he said.
"Agent Gibbs? It's Skylar. Ziva's missing." His heart nearly stopped.
"Skye, stay there. Lock the doors. DO NOT open them for anyone except for me, DiNozzo, or McGee," he yelled, then hung up. He pressed the number 2 on his speed dial, silently thanking McGee for teaching him to work that, and listened to the phone on the other end ringing, paying his Senior Field Agent would pick up.
"DiNozzo," he heard.
"Tony, Ziva's missing. I need you to meet me at her apartment, now." He hung up the phone and called McGee, breathing a sigh of relief when his Junior Field Agent picked up after the first ring.
"McGee, get to the office right now and start tracking Ziva's phone."
"Why, boss?"
"I'll explain when I get there," he said, pulling his service weapon out of the drawer. "Oh, and get Eli David on the next red-eye to Dulles."
Los Angeles
"Hey, G," Special Agent Sam Hanna said just as Special Agent G. Callen (don't ask about his first name, not even he knows it) walked in. about a half-hour later, LAPD Liaison Officer Marty Deeks walked in and sat down. He looked around.
"Isn't Kensi usually here before me?" Callen looked around. Deeks was right. Kensi was usually here by now.
"Maybe she's up with Hetty," Sam said.
"No, Hetty's over there, talking with Agent Sanchez," Deeks said.
"We should call her," Callen said.