Okay, most of you know I'm also obsessed with Twilight, so I've taken some of the names of the characters from Twilight and put them into this story. Ziva is still involved, and this time it's told in someone else's POV. Enjoy!

The Blue Darter

I stood in a corner of the dugout, making circles with my shoe, just listening.

"We gave them the game." Ari said. His "Team Captian" shirt was soaked with sweat. "We played terrible."

Jasper nodded and pointed his finger at Mike. "You call yourself a pitcher? You practically threw the ball right at their bats!"

"Everybody has a bad day." I said. "Why didn't you put Ziva in? Her Blue Darter pitch was just what we needed today."

Ziva looked over at me, and her eyes seemed to say thank you.

"Get real, Carlisle." Ari said, moving a huge wad of gum inside his cheek. "It's bad enough I let you talk us into having a girl on the team. The Orioles would've laughed us off the field if we let her pitch."

Ziva pulled off her cap and shook out her long ponytail. "The score was 18 to 6, Ari!" she said. "The Orioles got their laughs anyway."

"Well, the Cubs won't be laughing at us tomorrow." Ari said. He grabbed his mitt from the bench. "Let's practice!" Everyone tromped to the field.

"Carlisle," Jasper said, "you're our best hitter. Tell us your secret."

"Natural talent." I said, shrugging. I felt Ziva's eyes on me. I knew what she wanted me to tell them. I owed my batting skills to her-and the hours of practice with her grandfather. He's the one who taught her the Blue Darter. I never got the hang of it, but Ziva could whistle the ball off her fingers and make it curve crazily when I was in mid-swing. It was because of Ziva's Blue Darter that I was a good batter. But I couldn't tell the guys that. I couldn't.

Walking home, Ziva was silent. When we reached her house, she turned and glared. "You could have told them, Carlisle." she said between clenched teeth. "Maybe they'd have let me pitch tomorrow."

I glared back. "You want me to make a fool of myself? When you're not around, they're always teasing me. If they knew it was you helped my batting…" she looking like she might cry, but I kept yelling. "I got you on a team, isn't that enough?"

"This is not about baseball." she said, her ponytail whipped across her face as she stomped away into her house.

All night I kept hearing Ziva saying "This isn't about baseball." what did she mean?

Before the game with the Cubs, I apologized.

"It's okay." she said. "I guess it's not easy having a girl for a friend.'

The guys squirmed on the bench, listening to Ari. Ziva leaned agenst the dugout wall.

"Show 'em our best! No errors." Ari said, blowing bubbles between words. "Mike, you pitch."

I look at Ziva, but I keep quiet. We were first at bat. The Cubs' pitcher was good, but not great. When I stepped up to the plate, Ari was on third and Jasper was on first. I looked at the dugout.

Ziva shouted, "Whack it!"

My hands felt clammy. "Strike one!" the umpire shouted. I hadn't even swung.

"Concentrate." I told myself. The ball came toward the plate, and I swung. Crack! I raced to first, second, third, home! After the back-slapping cheers, the game took a downward turn. The Cubs' not-so-great pitcher got better, and our hitting got worse. Mike was still in a pitching slump. But the fifth inning we were down by seven runs. As we took the field, I grabbed Ari's arm.

"Give Ziva a chance." I said. The team stopped to listen. Ziva stayed in the dugout, watching.

"No girl pitchers." Ari snarled. "Especially not your girlfriend."

"She's not my…." I began. I looked at Ziva. This isn't about baseball, she'd said. "She is my girlfriend." I said. Someone snickered. "She's a girl, and she's my friend." I put my face close to Ari's. "And when you see her Blue Darter Pitch, you'll know she's this team's friend too."

"Let her pitch!" Mike said.

Talking all at once, the guys nudged Ari.

"let's see this Blue Darter." Ari called Ziva from the Dugout. "You'd better be good." he said.

Ziva stepped up to the mound. "Come on Ziva!" I cheered. "Show 'em your stuff!" she kicked dirt around, looking shy and not like a pitcher at all. The guys exchanged glances. Just wait, I wanted to tell them. They didn't have to wait long. She bent forward, threw her arm back, and whipped the ball off her fingers. It flew like an arrow until it was nearly over the plate, then it veered to the left. "Strike one!" The umpire called.

Ziva grinned at me, and continued to hurl the Blue Darter at lightning speed, just as her grandfather had taught her. The Cubs never scored another run. We lost, but the Cubs weren't laughing.

Ari came into the dugout and shook Ziva's hand. He swallowed hard. "You're a terrific pitcher." he said. He turned to me. "And you've got a great best friend."

"I know." I said, and looked at Ziva. "True Blue."

Alright! There it is! Chapter/Story fifteen! Wow, I can't believe it's been going on for this long…oh well, it has, so it has. It'll just have to stay that way. : ) I hoped everyone liked reading it! Remember to review, review, and review!