Signs You've Been Watching too Much NCIS

You begin to refer to your friends as your agents.

You start to wear pigtails and black lipstick.

You know what Agent Todd's tattoo is, and where Agent Todd's tattoo is.

You have a crush on DiNozzo, Gibbs, or McGee.

You can no longer differenciate between Gibbs and your grandfather.

You begin to refer to everyone by their name—not a nickname, their name—in a British accent.

When you get home from work you crawl into bed, and sob because Kate's dead.

You know how many times Gibbs has been married, the names of his wives, who left who, and who died.

You have a sudden urge to tattoo your bum, in hopes that Abby will pop out of the TV, see you, and fall for you.

You sit around and think about what great friends you would be with various members of the team.

You have the case solved before half the evidence is found.

If someone tries to clean your room, you claim that they mustn't touch the evidence.

You're strongly considering forensics as a study.

Instead of wanting a letter from Hogwarts, you go to bed and hope that Gibbs will call you in the morning.

You bop people on the back of the head by instinct, and think nothing of it.

You are genuinely concerned for the lives of the agents every time they get into a shooting scene.

You insist that you have to get some CafPow and take it to Abby right away.

You glare at Abby when she says that she's Gibbs' favorite. You're Gibbs' favorite, and that's all there is to it.

You wear rubber gloves anytime you do something—just so you don't get fingerprints on it.

When you go to church, you pray for safety upon all the agents, and that all the cases will be solved, with little to no gunfire.

You've started building a boat in your basement.

You own and frequently use a fingerprinting kit.

You have your wedding with DiNozzo all planned out, plus the honeymoon, and how many kids you're going to have.

Every time you're alone, you're terrified that someone is going to shoot and kill you, before you have a chance to shake Gibbs' hand, and tell him what a wonderful man he is.

You have performed autopsy on a doll, because you were certain it was a murder victim.