Summary: What if Ziva and Tony had met while in high school? What if Ziva had done the foreign exchange program and had been sent to Tony's school? What if they were each other's first time? And what about prejudice against Jews? T for sex and violence.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, but this is my story!
Chapter 1
The New Girl
Tony DiNozzo had been falling asleep in math, something that was not a new thing for him. "Class," the teacher began. Tony woke up startled. "I would like you to all meet our new exchange student, Ziva David." He introduced a girl that Tony found quite attractive in a way he could not explain.
She sat at the empty desk behind his and he turned around to introduce himself. "Hi," he smiled. "I am Tony." He extended his hand.
"Hi," she smiled back. "Ziva."
"It's nice to meet you." Their hands lingered in each others for a second and then they got back to looking at the teacher and trying to learn.
At lunch Tony noticed how Ziva hadn't really made very many friends. It seemed that all the foreign exchange students clumped together in the cafeteria. Tony's friends had wanted him to sit with them, but Tony had wanted to sit with Ziva. For whatever reason, he was making an effort with her.
A blonde girl he had dated briefly came up to him and flirted, but his eyes were on Ziva and he dismissed the blonde. "Hey," he came up to her and smiled. "Would you like to sit with me?" He asked.
She nodded. "Okay." She followed him and they sat together.
"So, what is your country like? Where are you from?" He asked.
She smiled. "Israel." She replied. "We are in a war. It's a bit dangerous. The fact that I got to come here is a miracle." She smiled. "its so safe." She added.
Tony smiled. "I think I take safety for granted sometimes." He admitted.
"If you lived in my country you would not." Ziva replied, picking at her salad.
Tony smiled. "This school sometimes feels like a prison." He told her. "Sometimes I just want to run and go somewhere else." He admitted.
"I know that feeling. I feel that way about my country. As much as I love it there, it feels like a prison." She admitted.
"Why does it feel like a prison to you?" Tony asked.
"My dad works for the government." She told him.
"Oh…That makes sense then." Tony smiled. "Yeah…" Tony trailed off. "My parents make me not want to go home."
"Why?" Ziva asked.
"They are always fighting." Tony told her.
"Oh." Ziva nodded. "I know about that too."
"At least your not homesick yet." Tony joked with her.
"True. But I have only been here for two weeks." Ziva smiled.
"Well, you have time to get homesick then." Tony teased.
Ziva nodded. "Yes." She agreed.
"What do you do for fun in your country?" She asked him.
"Well, I like to go bowling." Tony replied. "And play other sports."
"What is bowling?" Ziva asked.
"You take this heavy ball and roll it toward a set of pins. I will take you bowling after school today, if you aren't too tired."
"Yes, I would like that." Ziva agreed.
"What is your last class?" Tony asked.
She showed him her schedule. "Okay, I will meet you outside of room 218 and we will go bowling."
Ziva smiled and nodded.
"It's a date." Tony smiled widely. He picked up his backpack. "Oh," he backed up. "I drive a motorcycle, are you okay riding on that?" he asked her.
"Yes, my brother has one in my country."
"Good." Tony smiled.
And he waited for her and she came and they went bowling.
Tony showed her what to do. "So, out, back, release…" He showed her. She followed instructions.
She hit two pins. "Not bad! You got it!" Tony got excited.
Ziva smiled and hugged Tony.
A group of teenagers glared over at Ziva. They were all skin heads and one had a swastika tattoo. "I think its time we go." Tony whispered to Ziva.
Ziva nodded as she squeezed Tony's hand. "Who were they?" She asked when they got outside.
"They would love to hurt you…" Tony told her. "They are skin heads…they hate Jews." He was very blunt about it. "But I won't let them ever get near you."
"Do they go to our school?" Ziva asked.
"They don't go to school." Tony replied.
"Then let's just stay in our neighborhood and avoid them." She suggested.
"Okay." Tony agreed. "We will do that." He hugged her again. He felt such anger toward them for hating her. They didn't even take the time to get to know her, they just judged right away…She was wonderful and they would hurt her for simply being Jewish…His heart pounded quickly and Ziva felt that.
"Today was fun." She told him. "Thank you."
"You welcome." Tony gave her a quick kiss on the lips and she blushed. He helped her onto his bike and took her home.
"When will our next date be?" She asked, as she got off the bike.
"Let's talk about it at lunch again, tomorrow?" Tony asked.
"Okay." Ziva agreed.
Tony nodded and smiled and sped off. The whole ride home he was thinking about how much he loved her.
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