A/N I'm taking a break from Star Trek to do another of my great TV loves – NCIS!

EDIT: I DO actually know that, Heylo (). But what I mean is, on NCIS, they make it seem like 90% of the crimes in the world (or at least Washington D.C.) are related in some way to the Navy. It didn't have anything to do with me not knowing who they work for. No offense.

You know you're obsessed with NCIS when...
You can name each season premiere and season finale in chronological order in under a minute.

You know each character by their full name.

And every little detail of their lives.

You want to join NCIS.

Even though you might die.

You've wondered how there are so many cases that involve the Navy in their universe.

Seriously, what happened to the lowly street gangs starting fistfights in the slums and those crazies robbing banks to pay off their debts?

You get sad when your favorite characters leave the show/get killed.

You're so comfortable with certain characters that you can actually get annoyed by them.

You can tell which episode you're watching just by the sounds in the show's background.

You know how each person will react to each scenario.

Even if you haven't seen the episode before.

You can name all of the "relevant episodes"(I'm eyeballing you, Carrina).

It annoys you when people ask if NCIS is anything like CSI.

Or they just plain don't know what NCIS is.

You got sad/mad when Kate died.

You wish all medical examiners could be like Ducky.

Abby has made you appreciate Gothic culture.

You love it when everyone is trying to get Gibbs' attention.

You hate Chip.

You know why Abby put the tape on his head.

Three words – painful hair removal.

You hate Ari Haswari.

You wanted to help Gibbs kill him.

You cheered when Ziva shot him in the head.

You know every Ziva-ism.

You tend to use them in normal conversation.

Actually, scratch that – you use them all the time.

You weren't afraid of being buried alive until you watched "Silver War".

You went and bought a stuffed hippo named Bert.

You even asked the people at Build-A-Bear if there was a way to make it fart.

And filed a complaint about the lack of that option.

You feel sorry for Palmer yet shake your head at his ignorance often.

You know what a "Sexy Paris Flashback" is.

You wonder why Gibbs doesn't just go by Leroy instead of Jethro.

Then realize that Jethro sounds cool. Leroy is about as sexy as a decomposed corpse.

As in not at all.

You thought Gibbs was too happy in those first episodes.

You sleep in a coffin just because Abby does.

Even if you are deathly claustrophobic.

You feel sorry for McGee.

Everyone always picks on McGee.

Even Gibbs.

Whenever the title sequence starts, you dance to the theme song.

70s style.

Or break dance. Whatever floats your boat.