Nightshift 41: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi]

[broken_exorcist]

[from here]

It didn't take him long to find the door and it took a few hard kicks to the knob before it was finally weak enough to push open.  When he opened it, however, he almost walked back out to be sure it was the right one.  Everything was different from how he remembered it.  Last time it'd been decorated a little differently.  Maybe the

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[its_the_mileage]

[from here]

This was the office that someone else had already searched; the doorknob had been bashed into submission by someone who knew what he was doing. Indy would've been worried that someone had beaten them to the interesting loot if one look around the room hadn't convinced him there probably hadn't been much to begin with--this office was almost as spartan as the empty one next door.

"Not big on decorating, are they?" he mused, moving toward the back of the room to examine the desk. The drawers were wide open--already ransacked. "Is it that none of them stay long enough to bother, or are they just not the kind of people who go in for soothing art on the walls?"

[oldest_man]

"Perhaps a bit of both," Methos mused. He looked over the room, cataloging what few items of furniture he saw. At least the first office had been decorated with a few photographs to break up the clinical monotony; it was an easy enough trick to look like a human being. This one revealed nothing about its occupant.

"If they connected with this place enough to make their offices look their own, they might have to connect with their patients, too. And wouldn't that be awkward when the patients kept disappearing or turning up injured?" Methos smiled thinly. "Even if they aren't actively participating in the nocturnal activities, they have to at least be turning a blind eye. The more they distance themselves, the easier that would be."

[its_the_mileage]

Nocturnal activities, Indy thought--what a grim context for that phrase to turn up again in. He liked his own definition better

[oldest_man]

"Unfortunately, finding out who's footing the bill from in here might be a bit difficult. Nice as it would be to know just who we've all made enemies of." Methos hesitated, but did not continue on to speculate over whether or not they had all made enemies. It was a less disturbing assumption than the entire thing being random; with some offended party, there would at least be a common thread between the inmates.

"It looks like this one's all about clean living through nightmares," he commented wryly, as his own attention was drawn in turn toward the bookshelf. "Do you think all of them have some sort of obsession?"