We see Tony sitting in the psychiatrist's office, lounging on the couch, looking warily at her.
"Well, Anthony, you have an… interesting record."
"Call me Tony. That's me. I'm a," he pauses for dramatic effect, "complicated guy. Nobody really understands me." He is testing her.
"Tony. This is safe place for emotions; there is no need to put up a wall."
He sits up and leans forward, "Well, in that case," he buries his head in his hands, "I just don't know what to do! It all happened so fast! I mean, one moment I was just going about my life and then, BAM," He looks at her, "The new director sends me to training classes I don't need and I psychiatrist I don't want!"
"Oh, you're a real treat, aren't you Tony?" He smirks.
We see Ziva sitting on a bunk bed writing in a journal. There is a knock at the door. She looks up.
"Can we come in?" McGee's voice floats in from the other side of the door.
"Yes." Tony and McGee walk in. They each have a toothbrush and various other toiletries.
"I don't see why we have to share a room." Tony grumbles. He notices Ziva's journal. "Well! What do we have here? Is this an innocent diary? Or a little black book?" Tony grins mischievously.
"It's a diary. The psychiatrist recommended it. If either of you touch it, I will know, and then I will kill you. Understood?" She did not look up from her journal.
"You actually listen to that load of crap? Psychiatrists are all crazy! Like in 'Basic Instinct' with Sharon Stone. The sequel was bad, but the original?" He stare off in to space, a slight smile on his face. McGee rolls his eyes. A scream echoes from the hallway. They look at each other, grab their guns and run out into the hallway. The psychiatrist is lying in a pool of blood in front of the elevator. There are agents emerging from every door in various states of dress. One team has already begun to rope off the scene. A man in a suit strides to the center of the lobby. "Ugh. That guy reminds me of my high school principle. Except of course, that my high school principle was a woman… still, he gives off the same vibe. Or maybe it was that she didn't look particularly feminine. I think it was the big hands… or the moustache." He trails off, knee-deep in memories of high school. McGee and Ziva look at each other, then at Tony. They are saved the trouble of responding by the man in the suit.
"Everyone, back up! This is a crime scene and I know that's like a magnet to you folks, but we have called in a team to take care of all of this." Multiple people ask which agency, but he plows on, "I will not disclose the agency, but rest assured, it is none of you," He looks around, silently daring anyone to speak. They stay silent. "We are calling in substitutes, so your classes will resume. You are all suspects and you are all under surveillance. We will catch the murderer. Go back to your rooms." No one dared to disobey a direct order from someone with so much authority, and the hallway emptied. With the hallway empty the director picked up a walkie-talkie. "Phase Two complete."
