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Tuesday

"You have a new therapist."

Vance said. The team stared blankly back at him.

"Now go. NOW."

He said when they hesitated. With one last retreating glare, Gibbs led his team once again to the meeting room. This time when they walked in they were met with a "Hello." coming from the new man sitting behind the desk. He had short auburn hair, and no glasses.

"Goodbye."

Tony muttered as they all took their same seats.

"My name is Dr. Thomas, but call me Tom. I know all your names, so we don't need to go though that. Now, today we'll be painting and drawing. You can do two pictures, one of the most trautmatic and the other of the happiest occurence since your time at NCIS."

He said, gesturig towards the easels in the corner.

"I'll be back in an hour."

A consecutive groan was heard from Tony, Ziva and McGee.

"Is there a problem Tony, Ziva and Tim? Can I call you that?"

"No. You can't."

They said in synch.

"Anthony, Zee and Timothy?" Three glares answered that question.

"DiNozzo, Officer David and McGee?" Three nods. 'Tom' sighed.

"Okay. I'll be back in an hour."

An hour later...

Tom wandered back into the room to find a lot of paint. EVERYWHERE. There was black on several portions of the floor, and the walls were covered in something that looked like... orange? He couldn't tell. Tony and Ziva were engaged in a war, painting each others faces with every color imaginable. Abby had found a mirror and painted a black skull on her cheek. McGee had discreetly painted the end of Ziva's ponytail bright purple, blue and green and was almost at the top painting some yellow. All in all the scene was something that couldn't fit even into the category of a mess. Someone had even found masking tape and done a body outline on the carpet, adding a painted gun and some "blood". Ducky was working on touching it up, adding a face.

Tom could only cough as he sat down in his seat suddenly springing up, only to find the chair went with him.

"Thumbtacks, paint and superglue."

Tony whispered to Ziva, who laughed rather loudly.

"These are my best pants!"

Tom yelled, his face turning red. At some point in the next five minutes he managed to get off, leaving a good portion of his khaki pants behind. The rest of the seat of his pants was purple. Abby was hiding a laugh behind her hand, while McGee was clutching his side as he rocked in silent mirth. Tony looked very proud of himself, and Gibbs patted him on the back, chuckling.

"Show me your paintings." Tom growled, finding another chair and dragging it over. "Gibbs. You start."

"Are you sure you want to see them?" Tony asked skeptically. Tom glared at him.

"Suit yourself." Tony said, grabbing a sheet of paper from the easel. It was black and red spatters. Tom just didn't want to know.

"Most traumatic... and happiest." Ziva said in explanation, grabbing the other. There was nothing on it.

"Your turn Ton-Dinozzo."

"This is my most traumatic experience." Tony said, holding up a picture of him facing a glaring Gibbs, "Meeting Gibbs."

"That's actually pretty good Tony." McGee said, smiling. Gibbs, of course, just glared.

"Thanks Probie." Tony flashed him an appreciative smile, holding up his second. "Happiest moment: most of the time when I'm undercover."

The team shared a knowing look.

"Officer David."

Ziva held up a picture of Vance. "Most traumatic: Vance coming." She held up a picture of a paperclip covered in blood. "Happiest: Killing therapists."

The team simply smiled when Tom looked like he was going to be sick. As a matter of fact, he looked a tiny bit green.

"McGee."

Tony leaned over. "Wait... there was a bit of this..." He watered down some yellow paint and painted it one. McGee nodded and tore it off.

"Most traumatic... My first body with Gibbs."

He held up the picture. It was a well done picture of the body that had been found in hydrochloric acid. It looked very bubbly and disgusting, and Tony had added the yellow acid. In a rought span of 6 seconds, Tom was retching into the wastebasket.

"Oh dear."

Ducky repeated for the second time that week, calling the Director yet again.