I am really really having fun with this, and I'm sorry if they seem OOC. Shoot me, if you can find me. ;) Anywho, I should probably say that I spent a good amount of time thinking about who to have in this story, i.e Kate, Ari, Palmer... you know. I've decided that Kate will be, but Idk about Ari. Even though writing him would be COOL! Anyway, I'm done now. Oh, and I know that the titles for this are like August and July, but I'm going to call the chapter whateever month it happens in, and then the subtitle will be under the disclaimer. Just clarifying. :)))

Disclaimer: I decided to do one of these this time, just to say that I do not own Taylor Swift or her song "Fearless" or Sixpence None the Richer. Or NCIS, but you knew that.

Chapter Four: Gifts.

I watched as Ziva and Abby ate their burgers, Abby eating a veggie burger. Ziva had juice running down her hand, and it was nearing her arm. I grabbed her napkin and caught the trail of juice before it got all the way down her arm. She smiled at me, placing her burger down. I watched as she got up and whipped off her arm. Abby reached for the stereo remote, turning up the song. It was light, and romantic. Ziva was swaying slightly, her eyes shut. She moved slowly back to the table, swaying back and forth to the music. I smiled, standing up. I grabbed her hand, pulling her into the living room. She followed, letting me pull her into my arms to dance. I was surprised that Abby had turned on a country station.

There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

I swung Ziva around, her hair going out in a fan. Abby smiled at me, holding her camera in her hand. I scowled at her, and she took a picture.

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair
Absent-mindedly makin' me want you

Ziva opened her eyes, looking up at me. I smiled, spinning her around. She laughed lightly, the sound filling the living room. I gently led her out the door, into the back yard. The speakers on the porch were playing just loud enough to hear.

And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearlessI pulled her even closer, her feet practically on mine. She stepped up on my feet; her eyes now level with mine.

"This is a pretty song." She said, her breath tickling my nose. It smelled like the hamburger she had just eaten. I nodded, keeping her balanced on my feet. I stopped moving, wrapping my arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding herself up.

"I know something prettier, possibly higher than beautiful." I whispered back. She smiled, hugging me. I held onto her, making sure she didn't fall. Her hair blew in the wind, covering my face. I could smell her conditioner. It was so sweet, so amazing. I moved in a circle, humming to the music. The song ended, and the stereo went off.

"You're silly, Tony." She whispered back, loosening her grip on my neck. I lifted her off my feet, placing her flat on the ground. She looked at the porch, then back up at me.

"I don't think Abby has put down her camera yet." I looked over, and Abby waved at me. She disappeared into my house, and I cocked my head towards her.

"I say, we steal the camera from her." I smirked, and Ziva rolled her tongue. She pulled me back into the house. I found Abby sitting at my laptop, the printer going. I tried to see what she was printing, but she snatched it away fast. Ziva was throwing away the garbage we had left on the table. Abby giggled, and we both looked at her. She had Ziva's binder, and was putting pieces of paper on the front. Ziva sat down on the air mattress, her eyes shutting.

"I'm hit."

"Its beat, Ziva." I said, sitting down next to her. I was starting to get tired too, my head drooping. Ziva grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down to lay. I obliged, letting her put my head in her lap. Abby sighed, and I looked at her.

"All done." She said, handing me my binder and handing Ziva hers. I sat up, waiting to look at mine. I wanted to see Ziva's. I watched as she blushed, hiding the binder.

"What?" I asked, and she looked at me. I could see the embarrassment. "What?" I asked again. She looked away as she handed me the binder. Abby giggled in excitement.

There were 5 pictures; all arranged so there was no overlapping. The one that was in the middle caught my eye first. The colors were beautiful, and the sky looked like it was just setting. I realized that Abby had taken it when me and Ziva were dancing. It looked like only one person was standing there in the fading sunlight. But then I saw Ziva's arms, and I smiled. I saw her feet on mine.

The next one that I saw was from the pool party, one week ago. I smiled as I saw me and Ziva in the pool. She was laughing, her face lit up. I was watching her, my hands on the top of the water. It was an amazing picture. I smiled as I remembered that day.

Two of them were from when we were running through the house, me chasing her. I found myself staring at Ziva's face, and looked away.

The last one shocked me, catching me off guard. It was when Ziva and I first started to dance. I was spinning her around, and our eyes were locked. I felt my mouth open, and I heard Abby giggle. I looked up at her.

"Abby, this was what you were doing?" I asked, and she giggled again.

"Well, yeah! You guys are just so cute; I had to get some pictures. I'm sorry, but you have to admit it's cute." Abby said, crawling over to Ziva. She still had her face covered in her hands, her knees to her chest. She was breathing heavily.

"Ziva, what's wrong?" I asked her, and she shook her head. I pulled her hands away from her face. Her face was blank.

"What's wrong?" I asked again. She grabbed her binder again, looking at the front. I could see her eyes going over the pictures. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"We're cute, aren't we?" She laughed.

"Sure." She said, and I looked at her. She was smirking.

"You're teasing me." I said. She shrugged, pulling my binder into her lap. I looked, and saw 5 pictures once again. The first one I saw was the same one that was on Ziva's binder, of us in the sun light. That was the only picture we had in common. There was one of me and McGee, getting our heads slapped by Gibbs. I recognized one from Frank's younger sister's birthday party, and laughed at the memory. I looked up at Ziva, and watched her face. Her eyes went over the pictures, and then she looked at me.

"Your binder is better than mine." She complained, handing me mine back. I laughed, my eyes threatening to close on me. I looked up at the couch to see Abby, asleep and drooling. Ziva looked up, smiling.

"She's so cute." She whispered, lying down on the air mattress. I got up and walked around the house, turning off all the lights. When I walked back into the living room, Ziva was laying next to the couch on top of the blankets, asleep. I smiled, pulling the blankets over her. I was about to walk away when she spoke.

"Stay, please?" She whispered, her sleepy eyes opening.

(Ziva's POV)

I looked up at Tony, and saw his signature grin. He sat down on the bed, lying out next to me. I smiled at him, letting my eyes shut. It was quiet, the only sound breathing. I felt two hands grab my waist and pull me to his chest. I sighed in content, curling into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso, nuzzling my face into his shirt. I heard him hum to himself, and then his breathing became more even. The lull of chest put me to sleep, not but 5 minutes later.

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I woke up still wrapped in his arms, warm and content. I knew he was awake, because he was running his fingers through my hair. I smiled slightly, stretching my hands above my head. I kept my eyes shut, but I could feel him smiling

"Good Morning." He whispered, obviously not wanting to wake up Abby. I opened my eyes, staring right into his.

"Morning." I whispered back, rolling over. My hand hit something hard, and I picked up Tony's cell phone. I opened it up, looking at the time. It was 5 AM. I groaned, covering my eyes.

"It's too early." I said, letting my head fall into my pillow. Tony rubbed my back.

"Well, we have to go back to school." He said, and I stiffened. He noticed and lay back down next to me.

"What happened in third period?" He asked, and I shut my eyes, shaking my head. I didn't want to talk about it. I just didn't.

"Nothing." I answered, and he sighed.

"Well, if something does happen tell me, okay?" I looked at him, and saw he was being completely serious. I nodded, and he hugged me close. When he let me go he got up, walking into the living room. I stretched out again, looking at the ceiling. Abby coughed, and I looked at her. She was stretching out, her eyes pinched shut. She rolled off the couch and next to me, her eyes opening up.

"Morning Ziva." She cooed, her arms wrapping around me. I chuckled as she shut her eyes again, falling back to sleep. I heard Tony move in the kitchen, and my stomach growled. Loud. Abby sat up, looking down at me.

"Was that your stomach?" She asked, and I blushed. She laughed at me, sitting back against the couch. I heard Tony laugh and I got up.

"Excuse me." I said, going into the bathroom. I had to pee. I sat on the toilet, listening to the sounds outside. I heard someone knock on the front door, and hurriedly finished my business. I walked out to see Gibbs, being smothered in one of Abby's bone crushing hugs. He was smiling, holding his daughter.

"Good Morning Abs." He said to her, placing her back down on the ground. I walked up next to Abby, and Gibbs smiled at me

"How was your night, Ziva?" He asked me, smirking. Somehow, he knew Tony and I slept on the air mattress together. I looked at Tony, who was shrinking back into the kitchen.

"I got a lot of sleep." I answered, and Gibbs nodded. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a box. He handed it to me, smiling slightly.

"Jenny thought we should give you a little present, and we went shopping last night." He motioned for me to open it, and I did. "It's just a little something, get the whole American experience." He laughed, and I smiled. I opened the top of the box, to see a black phone staring at me. I picked it up, and Abby gasped.

"That is the sickest phone!" She said, watching as I opened it up, and shut it again. Tony walked over, his eyes on it.

"That's the EnV2, right?" He asked Gibbs, who nodded. I stared at the phone, amazed.

"This is so cool." I said. Gibbs smiled. I looked back in the box, and saw something else. I picked it up, and gasped. I knew what this was.

"An iTouch?" I said, suddenly giddy. I looked at Gibbs, excited. He nodded. I handed my presents to Abby and gave Gibbs a hug. He laughed, but hugged me back.

"Thank you so much Gibbs." I said, and he patted my back.

"You're welcome Ziva." I let go of his neck, and grabbed the iTouch again. I turned it on, staring at the screen. I was so happy.

"Are there any songs on there?" Tony asked, and I shook my head. Gibbs had sat down at the table, and he was sipping his coffee.

"You guys can choose what songs you want to put on there." He said, and Abby sat down with her dad. I looked at Tony, my stomach doing flips as my excitement got the better of me. I hugged him, throwing my arms around his neck. He laughed, his arms around my waist. I saw Gibbs smile as him and Abby talked. I let go of Tony, staring at my presents again. Tony grabbed my phone, looking at it. He pressed some buttons, looking around. I looked at the screen, watching as he did some stuff. I knew it would take me a while to get the phone down, but I would eventually. I watched as Tony clicked contacts, and saw that either Jenny or Gibbs has put some contacts in for me. Abby, Gibbs, Home, Jenny, Tony were already in there. Tony went onto a new page, looking for something. He found what he wanted, which was my phone number. He programmed it into his own phone, handing me back my phone.

"There. Now you can text me during third period." He whispered into my ear. I looked up.

"Text?" I asked, and Gibbs laughed.

"This is going to be funny." He said, walking out the door. Abby looked at us.

"I'm going to take a shower, okay Tony?" She said. Tony nodded. Abby grabbed her bag and disappeared up the stairs. Tony had his lap top open, plugging my iTouch into it. I sat down next to him, and watched. He opened up iTunes, looking through his songs. I looked at all 1000 of them, not recognizing any of them. I watched as he set up my iTouch, typing away at the keyboard. He looked at me.

"You'll like these songs." He said, and I nodded. He left the iPod plugged in, and put his lap top up on his desk. I looked at the clock.

(Tony's POV)

I unplugged Ziva's iTouch, turning it on. I went to the setting, changing some of them. When I got to passcode, I stopped. I thought for a moment, and then typed 8669. Smiling to myself, I wrapped up the iTouch. Ziva had disappeared, probably to get dressed. It was 7, and I got up to get dressed myself. When I am came back down stairs, Ziva was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. Her hair was up in a tight pony tail, and she was wearing shorts. I stopped, staring at her legs.

Damn.

She looked at me, smiling.

"Ready to go?" She asked, oblivious to what she was doing to my hormones. I smiled at her.

"Yeah, one second." I said, grabbing her iTouch. I tossed it to her, and she caught it. I grabbed my car keys, opening the door for her. McGee was outside, waiting for Abby.

"She'll be out in a minute." I said, as I opened the car door for Ziva. She smirked at me as she got in, shutting the door. I smirked back, walking around to get in. Ziva was staring at her iTouch, confused.

"Passcode?" She asked, and I grinned.

"8669." I answered. She looked at the keys, trying to figure out what that meant.

"Tony, you are such a roast." I laughed, and she looked at me.

"It's ham." I said, and she laughed too. She put her headphones in, turning on the music. I watched as she winced at bad songs, and looked for one she liked. I pulled up to 7/11, and she looked at me.

"Be right back." I said, getting out. She nodded, putting her headphone back in. I walked inside, grabbing a water and gum. They guy behind the counter was the same that rang me up yesterday, and he glared at me. I smirked, taking my bag out to my car.

"I like this song." Ziva said to me as I sat back down. I looked at the album cover, and nodded.

"Sixpence None the Richer is a great band." I said, pulling out of the parking lot. I drove down the road, looking over at Ziva every once in a while. She was so wrapped up in the music she didn't notice. I pulled into the student parking lot, and she looked up. She shut off her iPod and got out of the car. I saw her shove her phone into pocket, holding her recently decorated binder.

"I hope no one asks about this." She said, pointing to the binder. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt.

"Why?" I asked, pulling her into the main hallway to our lockers. She shrugged.

"You said American kids are stupid, but I'd bet they would jump to conclusions about this." She said. I nodded, getting what she meant. We put our lunches in our lockers and walked to first period as the bell rang. Mr. Keaton greeted us as we walked inside, and we sat at our table. Greg was already there, trying to get Jessica to laugh. Her face was blank, as usual. She never laughed.

"Today, I've decided to give you a quiz to see what you remember." Keaton said, making everyone groan. He passed out the quiz, and everyone shut up. I rubbed my head, trying to remember Geometry. Ziva's pencil was moving across the paper, doing out problems. I tried to focus on my own paper, wracking my brain. I started working, and was half way through when Ziva got up. She took the paper over to Mr. Keaton, who looked quite amazed as he corrected it. He handed it back to her with a smile on his face. Ziva sat back down, pulling her short down over her legs. I was one of the last to finish, bringing it up for Keaton to correct. He went over it, checking two of them wrong. He smiled.

"Good job Anthony." He said as I walked back to my seat. I looked at Ziva's paper, and she smirked.

"Of course you got a perfect score." I whispered, and Greg laughed. Jessica picked her teeth.

After our quiz, we did some group problems. Everyone was surprised when our table got all of the problems right. I discreetly pointed to Ziva and she slapped my hand away. Greg laughed at Ziva, poking her in the arm. When the bell rang, Ziva was one of the first out the door, and I followed her to our lockers.

"See, that wasn't bad." I said as I walked up next to her. She grimaced.

"Hey Tony." A voice said behind me, and I stiffened.

"Hey, Jeanne." I said as I turned, regretting it. She was standing there, her arms clenching her binder. I took a tiny step back, wanting to distance myself from her. She took a step forward. She was smiling.

"I haven't seen you in a while." She said, her voice too frilly. I shrugged.

"I've been… busy. You know, working." I said. I was thinking of a way to get away from her.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this weekend, you know. Like old times." She was now too close to me. Her hand was on my arm. I looked behind me to see Ziva, smirking. I then got an idea.

"Actually, I can't. I am already doing something." I semi lied. Jeanne looked up at me, trying to look sexy. She just looked stupid and clumsy.

"Well, what are you doing?" She asked me. I hadn't thought of that yet.

"He has to work." Ziva said from behind me. Jeanne looked around me at her, her eyes cold.

"Who are you?" Jeanne snapped. Ziva walked up next to me, and Jeanne backed up. Somehow, I knew Ziva was using her crazy ninja skills.

"I'm Ziva, an exchange student from Israel." She said, her hand grabbing my arm. "Tony has to work for my exchange family." Ziva twisted me away from Jeanne, pulling me down the hall and out into the courtyard. As soon as we were out in the sunlight, I turned to her.

"My crazy ninja!" I said, hugging her. She laughed, playfully pushing me away.

"Come, let's eat. It's hot." She said. I pulled her into the cafeteria, where I found Frank. I sat down next to him, and Ziva plopped herself down too. Frank looked at her, smiling.

"Looks like you welcome the heat." Frank pointed to her shorts, and she shrugged. Patrick Blue and Nathan Hines were looking at her from across the table. And then at tables around us, girls were looking at her enviously. But Ziva was clueless.

Frank blabbed on and on about first period P.E, and how there was this really hot girl. When tutorial ended, Ziva and I walked to Chem. Ducky was getting a lab ready for us, and I grinned. My favorite part of science was the labs. Ziva and I were partners, and we finished the lab first. I was starting to like having nerdy Ziva as my partner. When the bell rang for lunch, we stayed. Our third periods were right near the science wing, and it was cold in the classroom. Ducky walked up to where we were sitting.

"Are you two going to stay in here today?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of a desk. Ziva nodded.

"Yes. Our next classes our close by, and it's cool in here." She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"Well, I'm honored in some sorts. Although, I would ask that you keep it clean. I don't mind little crumbs, but don't leave it a pig sty." Ducky said, eating some of his lunch.

"I was wondering, where are you from exactly Ziva? I've heard teachers talking, but no one seems to have the same story." Ducky was long winded.

"I'm from Israel." She said, picking the sticker off her apple. Ducky nodded, swallowing his pasta. He looked at me, smiling.

"How do you know Ziva?" He asked. I started to feel like I was being interrogated.

"My neighbor, Gibbs as we call him, is her exchange "dad" so to speak. I work for him, because I spilled paint all over his car, so I met Ziva while working one day. My mom made me promise to look out for her." I realized that Ziva didn't know that, and looked at her. She was staring at me, her face slightly hurt.

"She said that people wouldn't be accepting of you, and she wanted to make sure that you had a friend. After the pool party, I didn't find a reason to stop being your friend." I tried to explain, and she smiled. But only a little.

"I see. Well, you two seem to have a good relationship, right?" Ducky said. I laughed, leaning over to poke Ziva in the arm. Ducky smiled at them.

"Did you hear that Ziva?" I cooed at her, and she smacked me. I knew it was playful by how careful she was as to not hurt me. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and Ziva stiffened. She looked at me, and I could only stare back.

"I will see you guys on Monday then." Ducky said. I got up, taking my garbage to the can. Ziva walked out the door, her head down. I caught up with her, taking out her phone. I set it on vibrate and handed it to her.

"You need me, text me. I'll meet you at the bathrooms at 2:30, okay?" She nodded, and walked into her classroom. I saw her go to her seat in the back of the class.

I walked to my class, worrying.

I also have some ideas about what to do with Jeanne, even though I would love for her to not be in here, It's just so much fun to do so. I also wanted to say that you should not get the Env2 from Verizon Wireless, it sucks. The iTouch, on the other hand, rocks. I want one.

Review please? The more reviews I get, the faster I type. I swear, I'm not lying.

Thanks, Izzy:)