Disclaimer: The cast and writers of NCIS are tied up in my closet.

I'm also a liar, by the way.

And, some of these ideas were taken from the fanfiction Adventures in Therapy by Carlough. It's hilarious and great. :) I had a chronic case of writing block, and used another story for inspiration. If you haven't read it, you really should.


Wednsday

Vance rubbed his face. He had just told Team Gibbs that Dr. Thomas had been admitted to an isolated corner of the psychiatric ward for repeated nightmares resulting in repeated vomitting. The nightmares were of him and other therapists dying as well as bodies soaked in hydrochloric acid.

They had only stopped smiling when he told them there would be yet another therapist.

He expected they would be there now.

When they walked in this time, the room had been rearranged. The carpet was cleaned and turned out to be a much lighter color of gray, and there was now a better couch and chairs. Plus the desk and work chair was new.

So was the therapist.

He looked roughly 25, and had an aura that screamed bouncing off the walls, in an annoying well... retarded way. He had average length strawberry blond hair and wire rim glasses. He was bouncing up and down on his chair listening to Pocketful of Sunshine. Tony had stopped in the door, raising his eyebrows at the sight.

"This guy already belongs in the psych ward."

He muttered, grudgingly sitting down, as the others followed suit.

"Hi! My name is Dr. Ryan Marks, but pleeeeease call me Ryan. I know your names. Today let's discuss you! Isn't that exciting?"

The team stared at him, not believing this man was a qualified therapist.

"Abby! You go! Why did you open up so fast? Not that it's a bad thing, oh no! It's veeeery good. As a matter of fact, have a lollipop for your goodness! Goodness... is that a word? Oh, back to the question!"

Abby was left holding a rainbow lollipop in one hand and looking at an expecting therapist.

"Um... I opened up because I needed to tell someone..."

"So you told a therapist! Oh, that's great! My, I can't imagine why the others left!"

Gibbs looked like he was about to let him find out, while the others looked like they wanted to run from the room at that moment. The therapist was completely oblivious to this.

"W-ell. Now I'm sorry, but I have to switch sujects. Let's go back to dreams. But this time you have to daydream."

And with that, he closed his eyes and was silent. The rest just were silent from shock. Five minutes later, Ryan opened his eyes.

"Okey-dokey! I'll share first. I dreamed there was a beautiful pink unicorn named Fluffy, and I rode her through the cotton candy clouds..."

He rambled on in this manner for several minutes before ending and trading off to Ziva.

"I daydreamed that there was a bomb and all the unicorns died. And all the lollipops contained high doses of PCP, causing everyone to go crazy and die. But not before the cotton candy clouds turned to acid."

Suddenly Ryan was crying and didn't stop for 30 minutes.

"That's so terrible!"

And Ducky was calling the Director again, for knowledge this man, too, would end up in the psychiatric ward.

"Oh Dear."