Drabble Entry
Here is my entry for the drabble contest. This is really not my best, but I woke with this idea in my head and I wanted to wirte it down.
Jessica
“…and I’m standing in the interrogation room in my almost naked except for my underwear, interrogating a guy dressed in a clown suit named Slappy. Then my mother shows up holding a baseball and a tire iron.”
It took all of George’s patience to maintain a neutral look. This was turning into the worst evaluation George ever had to do for the SVU department. The session started out seemingly well with Elliot actually waiting to talk. ‘Which should have been my fist clue,’ George thought. He said he had been having a dream that he wanted to talk about. ‘Clue number two- Elliot never wants to talk about his issues,’ George realized. For the past half hour, Elliot had rambled on, describing the oddest dream anyone’s subconscious could cook up.
For the most part, the dreams sounded real; pretty much any other shrink would have bought what the cop was saying, but against Elliot, George’s BS detector was a finely honed instrument. He had to admit this was an effective new tactic on Elliot’s part. His other evaluations with Elliot normally consisted of Elliot being evasive or downright stubborn, refusing to let any relevant information out until George was able to piss him off enough for his guard to drop. An angry Elliot let the truth drop much easier. This session, he appeared to be willing to share information with total sincerity. As long as he was talking, George had no way of forcing him to open up. The hour allotted for the evaluation was quickly running out. Elliot had more creativity that George thought, for coming up with this filibuster scheme.
“So, doc…can you tell me what this means?” Elliot asked.
Between the options available, George would normally just call Elliot out on his bullshit and move on. Today, he felt like going on the offensive. Looking up front his notepad, he looked at Elliot with solemn eyes. “Elliot, I didn’t realize you were going through so many problems,” George’s voice gushed with sympathy. He enjoyed the look of utter confusion Elliot had before continuing, “The symbolism in your dreams is a near textbook case. I’m going to have let Cragen know about this. You clearly have unresolved issues that need to be addressed before you can start work again. I will have to recommend pulling you off work for a couple of weeks, while you have some intense therapy sessions. It could take some time, but with the risk you have for an emotional breakdown, it is necessary.”
Elliot’s eyes widened as he saw his clever new tactic backfiring, “Are you sure doc, I feel great. Don’t feel like I’m near a breakdown.”
“Right now you might feel okay, but your subconscious clearly knows something’s wrong. Entire psychology classes have been devoted to Slappy the Clown.”
The eye now narrowed, “You playing with me doc?”
“Oh no, Elliot,” George spoke, his voice becoming sarcastic, “I am taking this as seriously as you are.”
“You weren’t buying any of it, were you?” Elliot realized.
“Not a word, detective.”
“Crap. I even bought one of those dream meaning books to make it more realistic.”
George sighed in frustration, “Is it really so bad to just talk with me Elliot?”
“Slappy is a better prospect most times.”
Jessica
“…and I’m standing in the interrogation room in my almost naked except for my underwear, interrogating a guy dressed in a clown suit named Slappy. Then my mother shows up holding a baseball and a tire iron.”
It took all of George’s patience to maintain a neutral look. This was turning into the worst evaluation George ever had to do for the SVU department. The session started out seemingly well with Elliot actually waiting to talk. ‘Which should have been my fist clue,’ George thought. He said he had been having a dream that he wanted to talk about. ‘Clue number two- Elliot never wants to talk about his issues,’ George realized. For the past half hour, Elliot had rambled on, describing the oddest dream anyone’s subconscious could cook up.
For the most part, the dreams sounded real; pretty much any other shrink would have bought what the cop was saying, but against Elliot, George’s BS detector was a finely honed instrument. He had to admit this was an effective new tactic on Elliot’s part. His other evaluations with Elliot normally consisted of Elliot being evasive or downright stubborn, refusing to let any relevant information out until George was able to piss him off enough for his guard to drop. An angry Elliot let the truth drop much easier. This session, he appeared to be willing to share information with total sincerity. As long as he was talking, George had no way of forcing him to open up. The hour allotted for the evaluation was quickly running out. Elliot had more creativity that George thought, for coming up with this filibuster scheme.
“So, doc…can you tell me what this means?” Elliot asked.
Between the options available, George would normally just call Elliot out on his bullshit and move on. Today, he felt like going on the offensive. Looking up front his notepad, he looked at Elliot with solemn eyes. “Elliot, I didn’t realize you were going through so many problems,” George’s voice gushed with sympathy. He enjoyed the look of utter confusion Elliot had before continuing, “The symbolism in your dreams is a near textbook case. I’m going to have let Cragen know about this. You clearly have unresolved issues that need to be addressed before you can start work again. I will have to recommend pulling you off work for a couple of weeks, while you have some intense therapy sessions. It could take some time, but with the risk you have for an emotional breakdown, it is necessary.”
Elliot’s eyes widened as he saw his clever new tactic backfiring, “Are you sure doc, I feel great. Don’t feel like I’m near a breakdown.”
“Right now you might feel okay, but your subconscious clearly knows something’s wrong. Entire psychology classes have been devoted to Slappy the Clown.”
The eye now narrowed, “You playing with me doc?”
“Oh no, Elliot,” George spoke, his voice becoming sarcastic, “I am taking this as seriously as you are.”
“You weren’t buying any of it, were you?” Elliot realized.
“Not a word, detective.”
“Crap. I even bought one of those dream meaning books to make it more realistic.”
George sighed in frustration, “Is it really so bad to just talk with me Elliot?”
“Slappy is a better prospect most times.”