#dctrhuang

       ❝ do you MAKE A HABIT of psychoanalyzing all the detectives you work with, doctor, or just the ones you’re not stuck with PERMANENTLY ? ❞

      ‘     DON’T PSYHOANALYSE ME, HUANG.     ‘     defences up, olivia crossed her arms over her chest as she circled her desk and moved to stand directly in front of the doctor.     ‘     I’M TALLER THAN YOU, AND I HAVE A GUN.     ‘     not that she would ever use it against him, but she could. if she wanted to. after all, she wouldn’t be the first cop to think about shooting a psychiatrist. 

“  look,  i don’t need you to hold my hand —-  i just need you to clear me so i can get the bastard.  ” 

                 He slapped the blank form down on the desk.  “ Look -- how about we skip past the chit chat, straight to part where you sign this so I can get back to work. ”  So he’d been shot. It happened. Hell, it was pretty amazing it hadn’t happened sooner. But he was fine now. The hospital had given him a clean bill of health -- and that mattered more than whatever some shrink could tell him. He needed to be back on the job. Sam’s eyebrows shot up impatiently.  “ Today maybe? ”