The Joining of Four and Seven (I Am Number Four/NCIS Crossover)

Chapter Four

Marina rolled her eyes. "Russian names. And you chose Arabic?"

"That way if I do something that could get me killed, they'll think I'm a terrorist, and I'll change my name again," Savannah supplied, then smiled at John, Sam, and Sarah as they finally came up. "Hi."

"Hey," John replied. He raised an eyebrow. "You usually don't drop down from trees, do you?" 

Savannah smirked. "Former gymnast. I have to keep up my flexibility."

Marina punched her friend in the arm. "Yeah, she does it often. She likes doing it. Sometimes her landings are off though. John Smith, Sam Goode, Sarah Hart, meet Aliyah Sayegh."

"'Sayegh?'" Sam asked incredulously, snorting. "What kind of name is that?"

"Hey," Savannah retorted, miffed. "My friend back in D.C. has an even crazier name than that. Weird names mean that whenever you're pissed, don't be within range of a good-sized throw."

"Translates to 'get your lazy ass into the school within three seconds,'" Marina supplied, and Sam's eyes widened fearfully as he gauged the several-yard run back to the school. "So don't piss her off."

John grinned. "So what brings you to Paradise?"

"Only to catch up with meh friend," Savannah replied, nudging Marina with her elbow. "Can I talk to her for a few seconds?"

The bell rang at that moment, and Sarah nodded. "There's a five-minute time to allow you to get to your next period. You'll be fine."

When John, Sam, and Sarah left, talking between themselves, Savannah turned to Marina. "Has Four died yet?" she whispered.

Marina shook her head. "No, that's why Gibbs was hesitant to let me take this assignment on my own."

"That's another reason why I'm here," Savannah added, swinging a backpack she hadn't seen before off of her shoulders. She set it down, rummaging inside. "Gibbs found me somehow and told me to bring these to you in case you did run into Mogadorians. He drove me up here, and he's waiting for me around the corner. I just dropped these off." She pulled out a wickedly sharp black knife with a jagged blade, handing it to Marina. As soon as she touched it, the blade began to glow blue.

Marina's eyes widened. "Whoa."

"Only works on Lorics or Mogs," Savannah told her, pulling out a few ammo cartridges. "And these work on both humans AND Lorics and Mogs."

Marina pulled up the sleeve of her jacket, revealing a 9mm gun strapped into a holster wrapped around her forearm. She took the gun out, took the ammo cartridge and replaced it with one of the Loric ones. She did the same to the SIG-Sauer she had in a holster in the back of her jacket. "Does he have anymore?"

Savannah finally smirked. "This whole bag is filled with them."

Marina's jaw dropped. "Does the term 'overprotective' come to mind?"

"Seven, it came to mind the instant I started running through states with that thing thumping on my back..

***

John waited out front with Bernie Kosar, who had somehow managed to follow him to school and wait forever for him. When he saw Annalise exit the building, he noted that she now carried two backpacks. He raised an eyebrow. "What's in the second one?"

"Things I forgot from when I moved here," she replied as she stepped to his side. "She stays with us on occasion and noticed I had forgotten a few things."

"Oh."

They continued walking a long way, and Annalise frowned as she looked at her watch. "How far away do you live?"