Hi! So, this is my first fan fic. Please be nice and comment. :) I will be uploading a new chapter hopefully every week. Maybe even more than that. I don't know. Rated T just to be safe.

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Chapter One:

Tony sat at his desk at the bullpen, typing away at his computer, when Ziva suddenly stood from behind her own one and approached. Gibbs glanced up as she moved but otherwise did not comment. A few meters away, McGee cocked his head to the side and also stood.

Not good.

Tony stretched and leaned back into his chair. Watching them with a smirk fixed on his face. Being great at undercover work was sure helpful.

Both Ziva and McGee loomed over his desk, trying to look intimidating. Well, McGee was trying. Ziva just was.

"Well, well, well. 'What brings you to my lair? Not that I'm some sort of animal. Or, or maybe I am.'"

Mc Gee frowned while Ziva remained impassive.

"Oh. Come-on, McIT. It's from 'The IT Crowd'. You must know it!"

"I don't care about your stupid movie's, Tony."

Tony gasped in mock offense. "But it's not from a movie! 'The IT Crowd' is a TV series!"

"Whatever," was Ziva's short reply, "You know why we want to talk to you."

"Talk or interrogate?"

"Depends."

All of agents in the office had noticed the exchange by now. Some had started to walk over, while others were ignoring it. Arguments were a common occurrence.

"Why is there a heap of paperwork dumped on our desks?" demanded McGee.

Tony smiled and stood. "Because I am the senior field agent and can delegate work to those… inferior to me."

Ziva's eye twitched. "Half of those requisition forms don't even exist."

"We do not need to fill out all of that in order to get supplies for the gear in the truck and requests for new Kevlar vests are not necessary. You can't fool us with that shit," agreed McGee.

A short bark of laughter from across the bullpen made the junior agent and liaison officer turn around. Kenny, the SFA of another team, was looking at them with a small grin. However, his eyes were hard.

"Those requisition forms are real alright. You guys were meant to be doing them from day 1." Kenny turned to look at Tony, frowning in disapproval. "And I expected you to give all that work to them long ago. There is enough work as is for a senior field agent. No wonder you stay up odd hours."

Tony shrugged while Ziva and McGee frowned.

"The junior agents on my team do all that shit. You can ask them if you want some help with filling them out, Ziva, McGee." Kenny nodded his head curtly to both agents, before smiling at Tony.

"Now you have no excuse to get in here at midnight. Oh. And I think Travis was looking for you. He wanted to thank you for-"

"Thanks, Ken. Not everyone here wants to here about it."

"Okie dokie, man. If you say so." Turning, Kenny walked back to his team. "But next time my team gets a case about a psychotic serial killer who kidnapped the daughter of a navy general and left zero evidence, I am calling you to help us."

"Kenny…" Tony began threateningly.

A hand waved in the air was the only response. Sighing, Tony slouched back down into his chair. Ziva and McGee looked about ready to murder someone.

"Fucking liar," hissed Ziva at the retreating form of Kenny. McGee nodded his head in agreement as Tony left to his feet again.

"Take that back," he snarled. Walking around his desk to stand in front of Ziva. "Ken is a good man. Take. That. Back."

Stepping in close, Ziva spat in his face, "What did you do? Bribe him?"

"I… What?" spluttered Tony, at a loss. "Everything he said was true."

"As if," sneered McGee. "You doing our work for us? Being here, working, at midnight? Helping other teams with cases?" He snorted in derision.

Tony's face grew hot with anger that he couldn't control. "Well, it's true! If you don't believe me, then ask Gibbs."

Both younger agents turned around to see Gibbs watching impassively. "Don't involve me," was all that the functional mute said.

"Ha!" cried McGee, while Tony frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"Since when did you not want to be involved, Boss?" queried DiNozzo.

"Since you betrayed my trust, DiNozzo," snapped Gibbs, meeting his subordinate's surprised eyes with a glare. "I thought I taught you to watch your partner's six."

Hiding his shock and hurt behind a mask, Tony calmed his features and replied coolly, "Like you are Boss. I don't know what has happened, but at least you being a hypocrite hasn't changed."

Ziva and McGee blinked and stood aside as they watched Gibbs rise from his seat and storm over to stand in front of his SFA.

"You are dismissed for today DiNozzo. Go home. Be thankful that you have a job to return to tomorrow morning."

Stiffly, Tony jerked a nod and wisely kept quiet as he gathered his bags.

"And you two, don't just stand there. Get back to filling out those requisition forms. They don't complete themselves."

Ziva and McGee hurried back behind there desks as DiNozzo headed to the lifts, silent under Gibbs' glare. As Tony stepped inside the metal box, he finally met his boss' eyes. "I regret not watching her six, Gibbs. That doesn't mean that I can go back in time and bring her back to life."


Vance watched the entire exchange. Needless to say, he was not impressed by the antics of his MCRT. They were being childish and immature. Arguments in the office. Arguments in the field. He was sick of it.

They were destroying the reputation of NCIS, and he was determined to fix that. Granted, he could not fire them as they still had the highest closure rate within the entire agency. Heck, within every agency in America. They were the best. There was no way Vance was going to replace them.

But, they just happened to be the most un-cooperative. As previously mentioned: the arguments never ceased. It did not seem to be affecting their work, but it was affecting everyone around them. Now, even some of the agents from other teams seemed to be picking sides.

First, it began with DiNozzo, McGee and David. A few months after DiNozzo's reassignment back to DC, they had started. Bickering over small things that used to be resolved quickly soon blew up into aggressive fights. Gibbs, who used to keep his team in line slowly stopped. Like he didn't care that his agents were shouting at each other across the bullpen. All he cared was about the case. If they got the job done, then it did not matter what DiNozzo, McGee and David did in between. Well, it didn't matter what David and McGee did. He did seem to be awfully annoyed with DiNozzo lately.

Truth be told (though it hurt him to admit), Vance had felt a little sorry for DiNozzo when the arguments first began. The agent was being picked on in the office, by his co-workers. He never backed down once the first hurtful words were thrown, but he was always alone. With no backup. Not even his long-time boss was watching his six in the office. It was like some sort of punishment.

Then Dr Mallard and Palmer joined the fray. They quickly sided with DiNozzo, which made the Director feel a more comfortable about relinquishing the feeling of pity. Him and DiNozzo were not buddies. Not even close. So he soon chose to forget that he ever felt pity for him. And went back to strongly disapproving of his immature behavior.

And then Miss Sciuto became a participant, which surprised the Director as he presumed that the peace-loving Goth would not want to encourage the team to fight. She sided with McGee and David.

It became 3 on 3. Even.

Until, the some of the other agents in the office joined in. For some reason, they chose to back Tony. It was confusing to the Director, who had even started to covertly side with McGee and David. Vance could understand where their arguments stemmed from – their anger with their incessantly annoying partner. DiNozzo did not seem to have any redeeming features.

But the other agents spoke about Tony doing extra work. Being in the office up at odd hours. Being immature to lift the atmosphere.

However, it did not seem to match the man's nature, so Vance dismissed the comments. They were probably just close buddies who thought that lying on DiNozzo's behalf would solve the situation. He was sure that they wouldn't be swayed by money as David had suggested.

Anyway, the arguments were not improving. And they were not stopping.

So Vance needed a solution: a way to resolve the team's problems with each other. Coming to a decision, he realized that he was killing two birds with one stone. It was high time the team paid their mandatory visit to a shrink.