Yes, I know I have multiple stories going on, but I was inspired by Carlough's story, Adventures in Therapy (a NCIS fic). I have permission to borrow her lovely loony Lauren. I hope you enjoy this story :)

Matt hesitated and questioned whether he should knock or make an excuse to leave. Staring at the door to Conference Room A he wondered how bad could it be? It was only a therapy session. Team and colleague bonding to be exact. He glanced over his shoulder and examined his co-workers carefully. Abby was talking quietly to Jess, both girls looked curious. Connor seemed care free as he whistled a cheery tune and paced back and forth. Becker leaned against the wall to his right. He was the only one that didn't think therapy was a good idea.

"You're kidding," Becker crossed his arms and glared daggers at Lester. "Therapy?"

The civil servant shrugged and straightened his cuffs.

"No. I'm not. This team is in dire need of a therapist."

"Why? None of us are mentally or physically unstable,"

"Team building. It's a precaution to keep from any fights during a mission. You will learn more about yourself and your peers." Matt dug his hands into his jean pockets, slightly uncomfortable with the idea. Becker didn't look to happy about it either. "Who knows, maybe it will build your trust in each other," Lester purposely looked at Matt and Becker.

"We bond enough, thanks," Matt stated hoping his say would get them out of it.

"Not enough for me. You five will be meeting up at Conference Room A, every Wednesday, all day."

Connor opened his mouth to say something but Lester held up a finger, cutting him off.

"Two months of therapy. Think of it... as a mental health check up," he mused.

"I'm head of security, I don't need to bond," Becker said.

"You still work with the team on a daily basis. Any questions?" Lester asked the group. Before anyone could reply he nodded. "Good. Your first session starts tomorrow," Lester turned away and walked off towards his office.

"Or in simpler terms;" Connor said and grinned. "Becker, you're going to therapy."

Becker prodded Matt aside with his shoulder and knocked on the door firmly.

"The longer we wait, the longer our session goes on for," he growled. "Bad enough we have a session to begin with,"

"Come in!" A chipper female voice responded.

Matt exchanged looks with his team before bravely venturing in.

Someone had moved all of the furniture to the sides of the room, leaving a cluttered desk in the back, and empty space in the front. In the middle stood a woman. She was small, blond, and extremely enthusiastic. The woman clapped her hands excitedly and beamed at them.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" She had a noticeable American accent and a seemingly permanent smile.

Becker sighed.

"or not," he muttered, eying the door.

The woman bounced up to him.

"There will be no negativity in this room. We are positive people, or will be. We are happy citizens. We are-"

"Sorry, ma'am," Matt cut her off before she could continue on. "He didn't mean it," He received look that clearly said yes I did from the Captain, but chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Matthew. Or Matt? Which do you prefer? I'd say Matt. I'll call you Matt, okay Matt?" she rambled. "I read up and memorized everyones names! Gives us more time for fun!" she twirled in a delicate circle.

"Abby Maitland, Connor Temple, Matt Anderson, Jessica Parker, and H-"

"Becker's fine," The soldier interrupted gruffly. Being confined n a room with this lady for a day was bad enough.

Connor's face lit up. "No go on. It starts with an 'H'. Hector? Hugo? H-"

"Shut up, Temple," Becker retorted.

"No, no no. No negativity! And we are on first name basis here, with the exception of you. I understand, sweetheart. It's not easy living with a name like that." The woman spun to face Connor, her blond hair slapping Becker's face. "But you must be so offended!" She turned to Becker. "Apologize to Connor, now."

Becker held back a laugh. "What? Apologize to him?"

"Yes," she glared at the Captain. He wasn't the least bit intimidated by her and apparently she wasn't intimidated by him. He scoffed and looked at Connor who was smiling smugly at him.

"Fine. I'm sorry, Temple."

Her glare deepened.

"Connor,"

"Better," she said in a sing song voice and a smile once again appeared on her face. Becker on the other hand looked like he wanted to strangle her. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, silly me. My name is Dr. Lauren Seris, but please call me Lauren,"

When no one responded other than a awkward cough from Connor she continued.

"There are a few new rules I added to my list since my last group in D.C. Makes a total of 30 rules, or 40, or 50." Lauren withdrew a sheet of paper from her desk, the handwriting barely legible.

"Rule One, no negativity. Rule Two, no put downs. Rule Three, first names. Rule Four, we will all participate in the activities. Rule Five, this room will be scissor free. Rule Si-"

Jess raised her hand, a bit shyly.

"Why can't we have scissors in here? Not that I have any on me now, but I'm wondering."

Jess watched Lauren walk towards the door and lock it. She beckoned for everyone to come closer before whispering.

"Scissors are a deadly weapon," she said, her voice low. "Even saftey scissors. They are killing machines that should be banned. I started a petition when I was eight back in the U.S. it never went through though," Lauren shook her head sadly. "What the government doesn't know."

Abby exchanged worried glances with Jess.

Connor almost laughed. Their therapist was scared of scissors. It was almost funny how they were technically connected to the government. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, he thought.

"Oh, alright..." Jess took a uneasy step back behind Becker and Matt.

"Rule Six, No lying. Lying is bad. Very bad. Rule Seven, sarcasm is not appreciated. Rule Eight..."

"I think she's high." Connor whispered to Abby. "Or drunk."

"She's the one that needs a therapist," Becker muttered low enough so Lauren couldn't hear.

"Becker," Abby scolded playfully and slapped him on the arm. "No put downs, rule number two,"

"Abigail." he replied in the same tone. "No physical violence, rule number nine," he countered.

"Rule number Twenty Six..."

Matt glanced at his watch and to his personal disappointed only ten minutes had passed by since they first entered the room. Eight more hours to go.

How was that? I need some ideas for therapeutic bonding activities. Thanks :)