Maggie was alone by the time she got to the staff area, but it didn't bother her much. Aside from the lunch she packed, her hands were busy carrying her patient files- since the last meeting didn't go exactly as planned, it would most likely be to her benefit to review the notes a while longer. It was a bit work-a-holic of her, but that image never ( Read more... )

George had had a pleasant enough morning. He hadn't really eaten any breakfast, but coffee should be enough to hold him over until lunch. His body was used to such treatment, after all, considering the hours he had kept while working for the FBI ( Read more... )

Huang felt that the day hadn't gone well or bad. Marcus had been interesting to speak with, but there really hadn't been a lot done. Lunch had been filled with paperwork and the sandwich. He frowned as he put away his folders and papers and moved to sit on the seat that he preferred to sit at when he greeted patients. It was in front of his desk ( Read more... )

Huang was waiting as normal for his new patient on one of his arm chairs instead of behind the desk. He was feeling relaxed this morning, which he supposed was a good thing considering that he had work to do ( Read more... )

Huang felt as if he had actually accomplished something with Jack, and hopefully he would be able to find a way to allow him to contact his sister. He had also told another of his patients that he would attempt to work towards the boy talking with his father. If they both managed to behave well he couldn't see a reason why they shouldn't be allowed ( Read more... )

Huang sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk just as he had before, waiting. He only had one patient this shift and he was feeling hopeful. He knew that it wouldn't be an easy meeting, as none of the meetings so far in this place had been 'easy' but at least it would be a fresh start and he could focus all of his attention to this one man ( Read more... )

George didn't like his desk. It was too formal to him, so when he waited for his patients he wasn't sitting behind it. Instead he was sitting on one of the comfortable chairs that were in front of the desk. He felt a little nervous, mostly because it had been so long since he had seen a patient like this who wasn't also a suspect. He was sure to ( Read more... )