How to Scare Therapists and Have Fun Doing it
The team sat down nervously. Ducky pulled a chair over and leaned back into.
"Okay, Jerry… you can start." Ducky said.
"Actually I'll start!" Josie squealed. "Sooooo…. Everyone's going to introduce themselves…" She took a dramatic pause. "By saying your name, your age, your favorite color and your favorite animal or food."
There was a look of terror and amusement on all of the faces.
"Oh so like we did in school!" Abby piped up.
"Yep. I'll start." Josie took a deep breath as if it was the biggest moment of her life. "My name is Josie laRue, I'm 27 years old. My favoritest color in the world is razzmatazz purple! And I'm gonna do both. My favorite animal is a chipmunk and my favorite food is carrots!"
There was dead silence.
"You can go next." She turned to Tony who was next to her.
"Um, I'm Tony. My age is a number. I like the color… um… blue. And my favorite food is pizza."
"Snaps for Tony!" Josie yelled. She and Jerry snapped enthusiastically. The other snapped half-heartedly. "Now you go." She gestured towards McGee who was on her other side.
"My name is Tim."
"Elflord." Tony coughed.
"No, I'm not Elflord. Well actually, sort of. In a game though DiNozzo!" McGee yelled.
"McGee has a point Tony." Ziva said coolly.
"Stay out of it Zee-vah." Tony snapped.
"You are so…" Ziva switched to Hebrew in an instant. Jenny raised her eyebrows at Ziva.
"Whoa! Everyone calm down!" Jerry yelled.
He received 3 pointed glares that were worthy of Gibbs.
"Tim, Tony, Ziva. If you do not calm down I will assign you desk work for a week." Jenny said. The 3 calmed down and sat down.
"Okay, we'll skip names." Jerry boomed. "I think we need to work on anger. And releasing it in a safe manner."
"Yes, so everyone partner up." Josie trilled.
"May I go to bed? I am quite old and this is too much excitement for me." Ducky asked sweetly.
"Yes, yes. That's fine." Ducky smiled and gave his coworkers a pitying glance before walking away.
"Okay, are we all partnered up?" Jerry glanced around. "Josie do you have the pillows?"
"Yep. Right here." Josie walked around handing the pillows to Tony, Tim and Gibbs. "Hold these in front of your body." The three men all glanced at each other. "Now your partners are going to punch the pillow and say what things you've done that make them mad."
Tony and Gibbs's eyes widened as they looked at their partners. Ziva and Jenny shared an evil grin.
McGee seemed quite happy with Abby, who was not all that violent.
"Okay, begin." Josie said with a squeal.
Abby tentatively walked up and poked the pillow.
Ziva was dancing around the pillow, while Tony flinched and screamed.
"Jethro, I don't want to hurt you. You're old." Jenny smirked at him.
"But so are…"
"No, actually I'm younger than you."
"Well, bring it on." Gibbs braced himself for the impact.
Jenny began punching the pillow with all of her strength. Gibbs staggered back but regained his footing. Jenny smirked at him.
There was an almighty thud, which caused everyone to look for the source of the noise. Jenny and Gibbs, more experienced agents, grabbed for their service weapons that had been taken away (for everyone's safety). Abby had launched her self at McGee in fear.
Tony and Ziva were both sprawled across the floor, Ziva on top of Tony. It appeared that Tony had moved the pillow at the last second, much like a matador, and all of the force of Ziva was thrown at him.
"DuhNozzo," Gibbs muttered.
Josie and Jerry both scowled, or however two insanely happy scowl, which looks like a cross between constipation and the Cheshire Cat.
As Ziva stood, the others could hear muttering from the Israeli that sounded like, "Paperclip," and "So dead." Tony's face paled as he scrambled up.
"Now Ziva," began Josie in a schoolmarm tone, "That wasn't very nice. You shouldn't hurt your coworkers."
"Yeah, Zee-vah," Tony hissed. Gibbs reached over and smacked Tony on the head.
There were gasps of shock from the two therapists. And sniggers from the NCIS team at Tony exaggerated face of pain.
"Boss…" Tony whined in a high-pitched voice. Ziva shot an elbow into his side.
"Agents Dah-veed and Gibbs!" Jerry shouted indignantly. "That is not appropriate!"
"It's Officer." Ziva corrected coldly, "I'm an officer, from Mossad, Israeli intelligence,"
Jerry nodded, his smile still planted firmly on his face, "That's very nice. But that doesn't change the fact that you and Agent Gibbs need sensitivity training. I will recommend you to Dr. Lowell. You will have you session tomorrow, right after breakfast."
"Ziva, I don't think he knows what Mossad means," Tony murmured in her ear.
"Well, I think we should split up into groups of partners, are these the groups you work in?" Josie asked.
"Yep!" Abby said happily. That was 2/3s true. She and McGee often worked together. And Tony and Ziva were partners. But Gibbs and Jenny didn't, they used to, but not anymore. They were shooting irritated glares Abby's way, but she decided that if it was the last thing she did she would get Jibbs together… and Tiva.
"Okay, I think we should start with Tony and Ziva. You seem to have the most problems in the group," Jerry said. "We will meet you in the girls room, if that is all right. Please come in," he glanced at his watch, "in two minutes."
The two therapists walked/ bounced to the room.
Tony and Ziva both had deer in the headlights looks on their faces as they turned to the rest.
"We have issues?" Tony spat.
"Uh huh," Gibbs nodded, a rare face of amusement playing across his face.
"Jenny…. Gibbs…." Ziva whined.
"You guys should start heading in." McGee said with a cheeky smile.
The two glares he got would've frozen hell.
Irritated, the two agents turned towards the girl's rooms. Then Jenny yelled out, "Wait, Ziva come back here."
Ziva turned around, and Tony trailed behind her.
"Weapons?" Jenny held out her hand. Ziva rolled her eyes and groaned while pulling out two knifes. There was an audible gulp from Tony, whose eyes were bulging comically. Jenny raised an eyebrow, and Ziva bent over and pulled a knife out of her sock. "Now off you go."
As the unlucky two made the dreaded walk to the girl's room. Abby leant over to the leather couch and began beating out a slow, unnerving beat.
Tony broke into a coughing fit. "Lord of the Rings, Two Towers."
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked and Tony sped up, like a horse hit with a hot poker.
Once the door snapped shut, McGee adopted a face of confusion, "Wait, I thought they took all of our weapons,"
Everyone put down the pitchfork and torches! Don't injure the writer. I know that this is so far over due. I don't think I have enough excuses for not updating this story at all. Um… well… I have had school, and soccer and golf. And errrr… I've been focusing on my Castle stories (if you like Castle, you should read them). And my NCIS plot bunnies/ muses were taking a vacation.
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