Heels clicked against Briarcliff's floors as a powerful woman marched to meet her newest guest. Giselle heard the whispers of his arrival and was ecstatic. Finally another sane mind who shared her ideals, the nuns held power to His Will, but Giselle Tyler knew there was more backing in research and science than their beliefs. She patted her hair back hoping her busy work didn't make her shortened strands free themselves from her bun. A patient ran into her shoulder and knocked her on her back. Two orderlies ran after the patient while Giselle tried to regain herself. She propped herself up on her elbow and closed her eyes feeling the lightheadedness sweep over her. Upon opening her eyes there was a hand in front of her face. She followed the arm up to a handsome face and soft brown eyes framed by large eye glasses. A face like his did not belong here, it was full of kindness and he was begging to help. Without suspicion she grabbed his hand and he pulled Giselle to her feet.

"Are you alright ma'am?" His other hand caressed her bare arm and she was glad she decided not to wear her sweater today, his tender touch stirred something she had not felt since her time here began, nurture. Someone who cared, the nuns were cold to her because she couldn't see things like they did and Doctor Arden, well he tried talking to her once but their discussion took an unexpected turn and the Doctor just avoided her.

"I'm fine, thank you. I haven't seen you here before Mr….?"

"Doctor Thredson actually. You are?" He said smiling letting his hand slide down her arm and back to his side.

"Giselle Tyler. Live-in psychologist I specialize in compulsive behavior correction" She stuck out her hand ready for a hand shake. The Doctor raised a dark eyebrow and grabbed her hand with firmness.

"I wasn't aware that Briarcliff had a psychologist. I thought that's why I was assigned to Kit-"

"Giselle! You have a patient waiting!" said Sister Jude sternly from three levels above before turning back around. Giselle gave a nod to the Doctor and walked up the stairway to heaven to meet with her patient. Her office was small and simple but she knew being a woman in her field she should just be lucky to have a job. She saw Spivey waiting outside her office with a strait jacket an orderly standing next to him. Giselle always had orderlies in her office with her patients just in case she had a patients who became unruly. Lord knows she couldn't put up a fight. She opened the door and Spivey walked in fidgeting the whole time. He was fighting trying so hard to release himself.

"Tell me Mr. Freeman how are you feeling today?" His response was stuttered as he fought urges.

"I n-nneed to t-ttou-cccchhh." He said rocking back and forth. Giselle snapped her fingers getting his eyes to land on her.

"I asked you a question. How are you today?" She repeated gently.

"Unstatsified. P-p-please let me out of this!" He said rocking.

"Now you know I can't allow that. You are not allowed to exposure yourself in front of people." Giselle flipped through her paperwork scanning her previous notes trying to see what this session had to accomplish if there was to be any hope for this poor man.

"Doctor! PLEASE!" The orderly in the room cleared his throat pulling Giselle's eyes from the paper. He made a motion to the man desperately wanting to relieve himself. Giselle shook her head, if the orderly just hit her patient that would be counter-productive to the day's session. The intimidating man crossed his arms and waited. Giselle looked at her patient fidgeting with his jacket trying to break it. Giselle could see his erection pulsing from his pants and she quickly blushed and averted her eyes.

"Today we're going to try to figure out your trigger. What is it that goes through that little head of yours that makes you keep doing this?" She waited for a response. There were times where it would take him ten minutes to stop thinking about something sexual and focus on the questions at hand. Today was no exception.

"I think of the other patients…nn-naked." He said leaning forward to try and rub his bulge. The orderly stepped in and held his back against the chair. Giselle wrote this down.

"Every patient?" She asked.

"Nnn-not the boys. Th-that's just disgusting!" He retorted defensively.

"But how do you know what a naked form looks like?" She waited again, not daring to pressure her patient. She had an hour with him today and they could take their time with the answers.

"I saw all those girls." He said moaning. Giselle's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Which girls?" She said ready to write.

"I p-pee-peeked at those hi-high school dames in the lo-locker room. I was so young."

"How young" Giselle asked never bothering to look up from her notes, she just kept writing possible connections and waited while he reflected trying to figure out his age.

"Five, their bodies, the way they touched themselves in the showers…. I need to touch myself."

"You do not! We have a lot to get done today!"

"You got me thinking about it DOC! I HAVE TO TOUCH!" He said fighting against the jacket and the orderly restraining him. Giselle sighed and looked at her plan for Spivey. She regretfully approached Spivey and whispered in his ear.

"Are you a virgin to women?" She asked. Spivey stopped rocking for a moment and looked at Giselle with fear. He didn't want to confess. Giselle smiled and stood in front of him arms crossed. "I thought so." She tilted her head looking at this demented man. "I cannot condone a possible treatment because that's just naughty of me. However I'll look into the possibilities ." She smiled and so did Spivey he was slowly figuring out the doctor's words and pieces were clicking. He started fidgeting again and she ruffled his hair. "You were good today." She said walking to her desk and opened her drawers. She found a manila envelope with Freeman written on it. She pulled out half of the Mars bar and tossed it at the orderly. "Let him eat that. He didn't fight as much today." She said going to the one small file cabinet in her office. She searched for a particular patient who wasn't due to see her today. Upon finding the file she smiled and took it with her. "Make sure he eats it all before he leaves, can't have sister Jude seeing candy, how sinful." She said walking by the orderly. He grabbed her arm and looked at her eyes.

"Sweet cheeks, where's my treat?" He asked. Giselle looked worried for a moment and started breathing heavily. His grin seemed to look sinister as he looked her up and down.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" She asked trying to pry her arm free.

"Giselle, do you even know my name?" He asked calmly. His grip didn't seem as tight now. Giselle racked her brain. Patients names she knew, they mattered to her. Her coworkers were just a wave of people with the same clothes and different faces. She was horrible with names anyway. She looked at his green eyes and saw the black hair combed and parted in the middle. Put a name to a face, it was so hard for her to connect. She looked at his arm and saw the wedding band. That clicked something.

"You're…Jeff Franco. Married with two kids, a boy and a girl. Your wife is expecting another boy in December." She rattled off. Jeff's grip loosened and he let go. She stopped shaking and shook her head. What was she about to do? She looked at Spivey sitting in his chair fidgeting and then remembered what she was off to do. Leaving her office she made a purpose to get to the kitchen as soon as possible. She made it down the first spiral of the stairs when another formed joined her. It was the same man as before, the Doctor, with a file in his hand. She glanced at him and smiled a bit continuing her descent.

"Hello Doctor Thredson."

"Doctor Tyler, I may have overheard some of your session with that young man, are you alright?"

"Alright? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well I thought I heard a struggle."

"It was the orderly getting jealous," She said with an eye roll. "Some of those men think I spoil the inmates with treats. I am just using Skinners positive reinforcement to promote the correcting of behaviors." She said with defense. "I don't understand why they get so fussy. I am the professional not just a lug of meat to fight the insane!" She said.

"You're a fan of Skinner then?" Thredson asked trying to ease the tension in the young woman.

"Oh yes!" She said with excitement. "I watched my neighbor's children once a week; I used his methods to make those children perfect angels." She said reaching the ground floor and walking by the pale statue of Mary. Thredson kept pace as he took in the asylum. No one bothered to give him a tour.

"I don't understand how you got a job at this place. It seems so unsafe for a woman like you."

"Well, I am a woman. I take the jobs I can get."

"Was it at least close to your family?"

"My family?" She chuckled. "My family pushed me to go to Harvard and find a man, I found a degree instead. Those people haven't spoken to me in at least a year." She walked down a hallway and into the kitchen where the nuns and inmates were getting ready for lunch. Thredson still seemed troubled by something.

"So no husband? I find that hard to believe, with your ambitious intentions and caring spirit."

"Where do you get the idea I'm caring?" She asked avoiding the husband question.

"Well a Doctor typically cares about their patients, I asked one that I bumped into earlier about you, she said 'Sweet Doctor, nice doctor.'" Giselle giggled a bit.

"Pepper is too kind." She said searching the crowd for a particular face. "But I am concerned, why are asking others about me? Do I intimidate you?" She asked raising a brow and catching Thredson looking off guard.

"No, I just wanted to know about my coworkers." He said. She nodded her head and found her patient.

"Excuse me Doctor." She said walking over to the blond kneading some bread dough. Thredson smirked as she walked away watching as she kindly spoke to the blonde patient missing a patch of hair about her ear. Miss. Tyler, if it was Miss? She hadn't given him a clear answer, was very gentle like a mother to her patients. Thredson liked that a lot.