Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS and probably never will.
Sadly.
Anyways, thanks everyone for all the nice reviews. :D I plan on finishing this by the end of the week.
Thursday
Tony lounged back in his chair.
"I wonder what kind of therapist we'll have today."
Ziva laughed slightly. It was almost a game, seeing how many therapists they could scare away. She enjoyed it.
McGee looked up.
"Maybe it will be a qualified Marine therapist."
Tony looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Likely, actually. They need some therapist that doesn't end up in the hospital."
"It's time."
Gibbs said, striding past them. Vance had resorted to emailing them the state of the therapists and telling them they still had therapy. Abby ran up to them just as they were about to head up, her boots clumping on the carpet and pigtails swinging.
"Hi!"
She enveloped each of them in a hug, the fact not unnoticed by Tony and Ziva that she hugged Mcgee for a fraction longer than anyone else.
"We're off the see the therapist, the evil therapist of doom!"
They walked in to find a completely different therapist then any they had had that week.
He was definitely a Marine.
"Wow, McPsychic!"
Tony said, nudging McGee. The therapist, yet to have named himself, looked stonily at them. They all took their normal seats.
"Call me Dr. Spencer."
He addressed them at last. Tony had started a steady beat with his fingers on the table that was now beside the couch. Dr. Spencer glared at him reprovingly before continuing.
"I have heard and read what reports are currently available and have decided to take a more serious approach then those before me."
The team didn't do anything.
"Very well. I will ask you questions, and I expect you to answer them truthfully."
Tony twitched slightly at this, but somehow it managed to go by unnoticed.
"I will start with Anthony. You have led a very traumatic life in the police business, is that correct?"
Tony stiffly nodded, not liking the path this was going down.
"Tell me about some of your losses."
"Well, I lost quite a bunch of Armani jackets in the business... Several terrible run-ins with guns, knives..."
He shook his head sadly.
"This is no time to be joking."
Dr. Spencer said. Tony looked him square in the eye with a glare that made gibbs proud.
"You're right it's not funny. Neither is some complete and utter idiotic therapist trying to get in my head. I don't tell people things for reasons, and they're damn good ones."
The staring match continued for about two minutes. Finally Dr. Spencer broke. Tony gave him a mocking smile.
"Okay. Abby. You've been at NCIS a long time, all in the same lab. Have you personalized it and if so, with what?"
To everyone this seemed like the most bizarre, irrelevant question that could be asked. But they didn't want another drawn-out staring contest, so Abby answered.
"I have art of cool looking dead bodies and close ups of their-"
"You WHAT?"
Dr. Spencer said, fighting to keep his voice in control.
"She has close ups of parts of ead bodies, like their stab wounds. Like my personal favorite - Sad End to a Draino Drinker. It's hanging in my living room since she replaced it."
Abby nodded.
"Yup."
"You people are disgusting"
But Tony and Abby didn't hear him.
"I still need a copy of that one multiple gunshot one. It looked pretty cool too."
"Yeah, I have it somewhere. I'll get it to you."
McGee was trying not to burst out laughing at the look that was forming on Dr. Spencer's face. Ziva was in the same position, trying to not smile at all, which was proving hard. Gibbs simply observed the therapist. Oh, he was positive this would end soon.
Meanwhile, Ducky had joined in the conversation.
"I have the spinal x-ray of the one with the perfectly broken neck."
"Oh, cool! I want to make that one simple black and white. You want a copy, Tony?"
"Sure! Was that the case where the wife had an affair with his best friend, who's wife was having an affair with her own sister's husband (who was the dead guy's cousin) and somehow people found out and he ended up dead?"
"Yup. That was a very messed up group of people."
"Yup."
"You people are disgusting. Art of dead bodies? I can understand why the others left. You are mentally disturbed and I wish your next therapist the best of luck."
With that, Dr. Spencer slammed his files on the desk and left, shutting the door behind him with a bang.
"Well someone's cranky."
Abby remarked. McGee was laughing silently now, rocking slightly. Ziva was grinning widely, even Gobbs had cracked a smile.
"Oh dear."
Ducky said, smiling as he called the director to tell him that the Marine therapist had left too.
