Ok, here's the sitch… Twilight concluded with no one dying mkay… I'll explain it in the story later.

This is just basically gonna be a series of song-fics whilst visiting their "psychological adviser" xDD

AU: apparently coz wow, would you look at that, Kate's still here :o

Shippings: You really wanna ask?

Any who, onward.

(As always I own nothing, zilch, nadda. Ooh ooh ooh I do however own the shrink… and the shrinks boss. Yay for me.)

Dr Alix Parkes sighed as she flipped through her next session. A group of six NCIS members, who had bad records with many of their previous psychological assessments. How fun. She wished Director Morrow would get the hint that these people obviously didn't enjoy being shrinked. Although she would never say that to him. She'd rather keep her job thankyou very much. For some reason her own boss, Norseton, had recommended her to Morrow, saying that she had a special way of getting through to people. Yeh right. He just wanted to get back at her from the last client incident. Honestly, how was she to know that the client had a fetish for the art of caramel tart throwing? No one really took much notice of Norseton's toupee flying off anyway. They were more interested in staying out of the flying pastries way.

The agents were late. She sat at her desk impatiently, and to relax from what seemed to be impending doom, she tapped her pen to the random song that had entered her brain. –Tap tap-ti-tap tap-. "Hmm I need to buy that cd," she thought idly. She brushed a strand of auburn hair off her face then jumped as she heard a door slamming from outside her office and the buzz of voices. Great, she thought sarcastically . They're in a good mood already.

Dr Parkes's secretary buzzed them in, and her door floor open. A foreboding, grey haired man walked in first, glaring directly at her. Behind him were two younger agents, one tall male, and one arm-in-a-sling woman, arguing with each other about PDA's or something or other. Then, behind them, two others, one an older but kindly looking gentleman, the other a Goth. Dr Parkes stifled a grin as she thought they looked like they got on like a house on fire, but were so different to each other. Dr Parkes wondered where the sixth member was. Then she saw an anxious, young man edging his way in, taking in his surroundings apprehensively.

"Close the door behind you," Dr Parkes directed him, catching the attention of the other members. "I'm Dr Alix Parkes. And you must be my patients," she introduced herself, covering up the butterflies in her stomach. She had to keep a strong face if she was to get through to this team. She ignored the piercing scowl that the apparent boss was sending her and smiled at them. "Why don't you introduce yourself, one by one?" she motioned for them to take a seat and leaned against her desk.

The two arguing agents stopped and sat down, jostling each other, although the man seemed to take great care of not hurting her arm. Then he patted her knee and beamed at her. The Goth grabbed the uneasy man's hand and sat him down on the seat, the older male sitting down next to them, taking off his hat and placing it in his lap. The boss kept standing.

"You might as well get comfortable Agent…" Dr Parkes waited for him to tell her his name.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," her told her, and still refused to sit down.

"Ok Special Agent Gibbs. And you are?" she waited for the others to follow suit.

The guy bounced up from his seat and took her hand, giving her a large, over-zealous smile. "Anthony DiNozzo, 25 (he ignored the snort from the woman behind him), Italian, single. You may call me Tony," he winked at her, "My you have gorgeous eyes, a lot like mine wouldn't you say?"

"Oh my god," she thought. "Not even 5 minutes in, and there's one hitting on me." She looked over at the agent that had been sitting next to him and saw her roll her eyes.

"Nice to meet you Special Agent DiNozzo," Dr Parkes smiled at him, ignoring the lingering hand still on her own hand. She shook it off briskly and moved to the next person. Tony slumped back to his seat.

"Caitlin Todd, I'd shake hands but…" the woman nodded towards her right slinged arm, smiling back at her slightly, jumping as Tony prodded her.

"Thankyou Special Agent Todd," Dr Parkes smiled back at her, and looked at the next person.

"Abby Sciuto," the Goth announced brightly, "NCIS lab tech, owns a farting toy by the name of Bert, caffeine addict," she added.

"T-Timothy McGee," the young man next to her stammered and blushed.

"Thankyou Ms Sciuto and Special Agent McGee," Dr Parkes nodded at them, and then looked at the man next to them.

He stood up, "Dr Donald Mallard," he took her hand politely, "NCIS medical examiner."

Dr Parkes liked him. The older man looked the most comfortable out of all of them.

"Pleasure to meet you Dr Mallard," she smiled warmly.

"Oh please, call me Ducky," he corrected her, then looked thoughtful, "You know, you remind me of a young lady that looked quite a lot like you, same colour hair, same lovely green eyes, around your age I daresay. Met her in autopsy. We had the longest of conversations. I believe she was an aerobics instructor last…" he trailed off, still thinking.

"That's nice, do you still keep in contact with her?" Dr Parkes made conversation.

"Oh no dear, when I say I met her in autopsy I mean that quiet literally. Came in, held in a barrel of molasses in navy storage for a period of time. Poor woman."

Dr Parkes paled. What had she gotten herself into? She was way out her league, assessing NCIS members? She kicked herself mentally. Correction, she kicked Noreston mentally.

Gibbs noticed her discomfort and smirked.

"Let's get this over with now, Dr Parkes?" he asked lazily.

"Um, of course. But first, please, take a seat," she waved him towards a spare seat.

"I was about to suggest the same thing to you, Doctor."

Oh god, this was going to be fun.

So, you like? You hate? Suggestions? This is just the basic introduction of things, which is why its a bit slow starting; the song-fics and such will be coming up soon. Gibbs is a bastard aint he? Ooh and various pairing and stuff to be included as well. More to be explained next time, if enough people like the start. So review pretty please? XDD Jelly beans all round.

Suggestions for the artists that Abby/Ducky listen to would be appreciated, but if not, don't worry, i shall use my backup ;)