A/N: So this is a little fic that my sis spelerison wrote when she was bored and she sent it to me. I thought it was funny and I wanted to share it with you.

Disciaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of it's characters :(

"It's a mandatory eval and no ones getting out of it." Vance eyed them all from the balcony. He had secnav nearly sittting up his keyster and he wasn't in the mood for disobedience."That includes you Gibbs"

Watching as what they assumed to be their psychiatrist entered the conference room they all groaned, if her looks were judge of anything this was going to be a long hour.

"My name is Mrs. Brown and we're going to work on imaginary therapy." She smiled as she began emptying supplies from her bag.

"I bet it's imaginary." Tony barely got out before a hand connected with the back of his head.

"Everyone take a piece of paper and draw the first thing that comes to mind, then we'll compare and see how the stress of the job affects your perspective."She sat glad that they seemed to be listening if not a bit reluctantly.

Twenty minutes later you heard a near whine from Tony,"Mrs. Brown Gibbs wont share the crayons." followed by a yelp as the next slap had enough force to nearly knock him from his chair.

E/N: After I read this I couldn't stop laughing. I hope you enjoyed it and reviews are welcome. please tell me what you think.8_8