A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back again, with a new fic! I know, I just keep coming out with these things, don't I? and I still have a bunch of other fics that I'm working on, never fear! There will be updates soon! I got the idea for this one day in school and I started writing it down in third person. As you might notice reading this, it's in first person POV. I decided that I cannot write in third person, so I made a few changes and this is what I got.

Okay, so this is a high school fic, and this chapter features Eli and Ziva David, Ari Hasswari, Tony DiNozzo, and Abby, who is a DiNozzo here (will be explained). I've read some amazing high school fics, and I've wanted to write one for a while, so here goes. I want some feedback, guys! Please review telling me what you think, favorite lines, if I should continue or just end it here, ect. Thanks! You are all amazing!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. I do, however, own this plotline and any changes I made to anything here. Anything I may have changed here, such as the air port or anything else, sorry, a person only has so much time and besides, this is mine, so who are you to comment on that (sorry, tiny rant right there).

On with chapter one!

"Hey, mom, is someone finally moving into the place next door?" I asked my mom, glancing out the window at the moving truck that had pulled up and parked outside the house next door that had been on the market for almost a year. I saw three people get out of the truck.

"Hhmm, I guess they are. Tony, I have to go get ready for work. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" my mom said. I nodded and she ruffled my hair on her way out of the living room. She paused in the doorway and said, "Don't forget to pick up Abby tonight. Her flight gets in at eight." Abby had been away at some science camp for the last three weeks in Florida and the house had been pretty quiet without her. Since the camp was so far from Virginia, she had to fly there and back.

"I won't forget," I promised her and she left the room. I turned back to the window, looking out at the people next door. There was a middle-aged man, a boy in his late teens or early twenties, and a girl who looked to be my age, maybe a little younger. She was very pretty, with her long brown hair pulled up in a messy pony tail, a button-up plaid shirt on over a tee shirt, jeans, and work boots on her feet. The boy was wearing almost the same thing as the girl, and the man was wearing a suit. I couldn't stop staring at the girl; even though she wasn't wearing the most flattering cloths, she was beautiful.

I debated for a minute about whether or not to go outside and introduce myself. If Abby had been home, she would have pushed me out the door, telling me to be polite and not push people away like I usually did. When the two men disappeared inside the house, I got up the nerve to go out and say hello. I walked out the front door and headed towards the girl, who was in the truck.

She looked up when she saw me coming towards her. I figured now was a good a time as ever to say something. "Hi," was all I could come up with. I stuffed my handing into the pockets of my jeans. She was much prettier up close.

The girl hopped out of the back of the truck and gave me a once-over before saying, "Hello."

I glanced at my outfit, it was nothing out of the ordinary. I was wearing a navy blue tee shirt, jeans, and black Converse sneakers. My hair, which was neither brown nor blonde, was a little shaggy, falling just below my ears. "My name's Tony. Tony DiNozzo. I live next door," I told her and pointed to my house, feeling a little stupid that that was all I could come up with on the spot.

"Ziva David," she introduced herself.

"Where are you from?" I asked. I thought I heard a slight accent in her voice, but I couldn't place it.

"Israel," she told me. "We just moved here." She leaned into the truck and pulled out a box.

"That's a long way to come. Hey, do you need help with that?" I asked. The box looked heavy, I could tell because she looked like she was about to drop it.

"No, I have it," she said.

"Do you want help with anything?" I asked, genuinely wanting to help. The truck was full of boxes and furniture and with only three people, it would take at least an hour to finish unpacking it. Four wasn't much better, but it would help.

Ziva looked at me like I was crazy. "You want to help?" she asked me. "I do not know if…" She didn't get to finish her sentence because the two men came back out of the house then.

"Ziva," the older man said, coming up to stand behind her. "Who is this?"

"Papa, this is Tony DiNozzo. He lives next door," Ziva introduced me.

The man looked at me and, like Ziva, gave me a once-over before half-smiling and holding out his hand to me. "Eli David," he said.

"Anthony DiNozzo, but you can call me Tony," I said, even though Ziva had already told the man my name.

"I see you have already met Ziva. And this is my son, Ari," Eli said, putting a hand on Ari's shoulder. "So, Anthony, how old are you?" he asked me.

"Seventeen," I said.

"So you and Ziva will be in the same grade. She will be seventeen in a few months. Do you go to Annapolis High School?" he asked me.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Do you like it there?" he asked.

"It's alright. They offer a lot of different classes and we had a great basketball team last winter," I told him.

"You play?"

"Point guard. They let me into the varsity team last winter. They don't always take sophomores, so it was pretty cool," I said.

"When does the year start? I have to get Ziva registered," Eli said.

"The first Wednesday after Labor Day. They have a short first week to get students back into the swing of things and then they hit you with all the homework," I joked.

"So, that is, what, three weeks away?" Eli asked, doing mental math.

"Yeah," I said dejectedly. I didn't want summer to end.

"Do you have a job, Anthony?" Eli asked me.

"Father, what is this? Thirty Questions?" Ziva asked Eli.

"I am just trying to be a friendly neighbor, Ziva," Eli told his daughter.

"Ziva is right, Father. At this rate, we will not have the truck unpacked for days. And I leave in a week and three days. Do you think we could get moving on this?" Ari spoke up for the first time.

"You are right. Anthony, would you mind giving us a hand, if you do not have somewhere you need to be, that is?" Eli asked me. I was surprised, but I agreed.

"No, I don't have anywhere to be. My mom's leaving for work, so I'm alone for the rest of the afternoon. She's a nurse at the hospital and she has the graveyard shift every two weeks," I said.

"Well then, let's get moving so we can be done before sundown," Eli said.

Ziva and I were up in her room an hour later. The room she picked upstairs was painted white and it was full of boxes. We'd talked while we unpacked the truck and found out we had a few things in common. I now knew that she loved books, knew like five languages, her sister, who had died the year before, looked just like her, and her mother had died when she was little, and after that it was her responsibility to take care of Tali, her sister.

I told her about me as well. I told her about my twin sister, Abby, and my mom, and my dad, what I could remember of him anyway. He'd walked out when Abby and I were eight, leaving us with our mom to take care of us. He sent child support, most of the time, but his obligation would be up in eleven months, when Abby and I turned eighteen.

It was a comfortable conversation, even talking about the hard things, like our parents and her sister, but we had a few laughs as well. As good as Ziva's English was, it wasn't perfect, and she messed up a few idioms, and I corrected them when she did. She laughed at all the movies I quoted, which was a lot, and it was also something that people had never really done before. Most people just wrote off my movie quotes, or told me to stop, but Ziva was different.

When we decided to take a break, I checked the time on my cell phone. It was already six o'clock and it took an hour and a half to get to the air port. I looked up at Ziva, who was looking at me. "I have to get going," I told her.

"I thought you said your mother was at work," she said.

"Abby's coming home tonight from science camp. It's in Florida, so she has to fly up and I have to go pick her up at the air port," I explained. I didn't really want to leave Ziva's house right now, we were having a lot of fun, but Abby needed to be picked up and she was my obligation tonight.

"Oh," was all Ziva said. "I understand."

"Hey," I said, getting an idea and smiling at Ziva. "How about you come with me? I could show you some sights and you're probably starving. We'll get dinner and you can meet Abby," I offered.

Ziva smiled too. "I would like that," she said.

"Do you think your dad would mind?" I asked, nervously. Eli David didn't seem like the kind of person you'd want to piss off.

"No, he will not. So, you drive?" she asked me as we headed out of her room and down the stairs, her in the lead.

"Yeah. Abby and I share a car, so I can't always go out, but we make it work. It's been all mine the past three weeks, but I've had almost nowhere to go," I said.

Eli and Ari were in the living room, fixing things as best they could before the second shipment of their things, which would be at least another truckload.

"Papa?" Ziva said when we walked into the room. Both of them looked at us. "Do you mind if I go with Tony to go pick up his sister at the air port? I will be back by ten, I think."

"Yes, go ahead. Do you need money for food while you are out?" her father asked, going for his wallet in his jacket pocket. When he pulled aside his jacket, I noticed he was carrying a side arm.

"No, sir, it's alright. I have enough money. It's no problem," I told him. I'd mowed lawns for a lot of the summer and babysat the kids down the street a few times. And I hadn't gone out a lot this summer, so I had some money in my wallet.

"If you are sure, Anthony. Thank you. Keep her safe," Mr. David said.

"Yes, sir," I told him.

"Shalom, father," Ziva said.

"Shalom, tatelah," he said back, smiling at her.

Ziva and I walked out the door and headed down the sidewalk towards my house. "I just have to run upstairs before we go to get some stuff. You wanna come up?" I asked as we walked in the front door. "It would only be fair, seeing as I've been in your room today."

She laughed. "I will come up," she said.

"I have to warn you, my room's a little messy," I told her.

"I do not think it could be worse than mine," she laughed.

"I don't know about that…" I said, opening the door. There were things all over the place, covering every surface, clothes, DVDs, CDs. "See what I mean?" I asked.

"I think we are equal," Ziva said.

I walked over to my dresser and started putting things in my pockets, keys, my wallet, and my iPod so that I could hook it up in the car. Then I went to my desk where I had a pile of clean clothes that I hadn't bothered to put away. I rifled through the pile until I found a sweatshirt.

"Hey, I forgot to remind you to grab a sweatshirt, it's gonna get a little chilly," I told her.

"I do not even know if I have any with me. I just did not think…" she said.

"No problem. You can just borrow one. Here," I said, holding out the one I'd pulled out of the pile. It was my basketball sweatshirt from this past season and it had my last name written on the left arm with my number, 08.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Of course. Ziva, it's no problem, really," I said, holding it out further until she reached out and took it.

"Thank you," she said.

"No problem," I said, grabbing one from the foot of my bed. It was plain black while the one I'd given her was navy blue with maroon writing, the school colors. "Let's go," I said. "Abby'll kill me if I'm late."

In the car, we talked about random things, such as school and our favorite music and I played her some of my favorites. We had the windows rolled down and the music turned up as loud as we could stand it and we were singing at the tops of our lungs, me badly and off-key, her better than she thought. The people we passed on the high way were staring at us.

When the wind turned cold, we put our sweatshirts on and rolled the windows up a bit. We got to the air port forty minutes before Abby's plane was supposed to land; they'd gotten delayed on her layover in Atlanta. So Ziva and I decided to find some food, because it was seven thirty and we were both starving.

We ended up getting food from A&W, the most American place there was around. We both got burgers and fries because I told Ziva she needed to have some 'real American food' for her first meal in America. She just laughed at me, but ordered it anyway.

We got to baggage claim at eight ten, just before Abby's plane was supposed to land. "You ready to meet the crazy twin?" I asked Ziva.

"I thought I already had," she laughed.

A/N: Okay, so what did everyone think about this? To everyone who gave this the time of day, I appreciate that so much! Please review and tell me what you think! I accept anonymous reviews, so anyone can send feedback! Please, no flames, if you don't like it, just tell me what I did wrong and how you feel I could fix it. Thanks guys!