This story was heavily inspired by the incredibly talented DeGlace's story Flashpoint! Please check out her story and enjoy my take on it.

"Hag!"

"Infant!"

Like 2 alley cats, the two opponents faced each other spitting the insults. Well, one was handcuffed to a bed but that minor inconvenience didn't stop her from turning around to scream vitriol at the man standing behind her. Deidara, the man, fisted his golden hair in frustration.

"Will you shut UP! You deserved this! You're staying put, so tough doll!" he howled.

Emiliana thrashed on the bed like a stranded fish. "Let me go! I don't want to be here! I wanna go hoooommmeee!" Deidara lunged at her legs to zip tie them together but with a savage kick to his chest, Emmie wriggled one leg free then kicked the pillow off the bed for good measure. This was absolutely, most definitely the worst day in her entire life, including the day she walked into her ex fiance screwing her little sister. The fiasco didn't start like this though.

At 7 AM, Emiliana woke up in her expensive Manhattan apartment and took in the multimillion dollar view it afforded. At 7:30 she finished her morning ablution and was dressed in a navy silk wool blend Mugler suit with a silk panther patterned Stella McCartney blouse underneath. Poking through her huge walk in closet, Emmie surveyed her vast collection of shoes. Deciding on a pair of fun Monse pumps, she slipped them on and as a finishing touch, she spritzed on Dolce and Gabana's The One. Armor on, make-up applied, and hair perfectly coiffed, Emiliana waltzed out to listen to her obscenely wealthy clients' woes.

"Morning Dr. Einaudi! One's already in your office! Get ready for an exciting day! Gosh you're so lucky seeing all these famous people," the perky receptionist chirped. Emmie smiled wryly, "Don't get so excited, these celebrities are pretty high-maintenance." Walking into her office, Emmie plastered on her smile to greet her patient.

Finally, finally, it was 6 PM and this was the final patient. 90 minutes in, Emmie resisted the urge to check her Cartier watch. This was her last patient of the day and she was eager to leave but he was just going on and on. "Women are only after me for my looks and my money. They're all so vapid and gold digging. Except for you of course," Mr. Grant nodded at Emmie graciously and she smiled lukewarmly. "Well sir, I'm sorry about that. How about trying to date anonymously? That way you can tell if someone likes you genuinely."

Mr. Grant smiled patronizingly, "But you and I have a connection Dr. Einaudi, we have great conversations and maybe we should finally get dinner together," he added hopefully. Emmie rolled her eyes internally, this man just won't quit. He had no real problems, Mr. Grant was a well adjusted mogul of a multimillion dollar media empire with good relationships. He came in months ago to get over a break up. Now clearly over the break up, he had set his eyes on her and was using their sessions to flirt; but with the rates she was charging him, Emmie could deal with 90 minutes of bad flirting.

"Sir, you know I can't do that, it would be unprofessional," Emmie smiled. "I'll see you in 2 weeks right?"

"Yeah," he muttered. Emmie knew the man would not terminate their sessions on a gamble that she would go out with him. "Why are you going to be gone again?" he asked while Emmie rose and gently guided him out of her office. "I'm going on a psychiatrist's convention for a week and then I'm going on a retreat," she answered. "I didn't know you were spiritual." Mr. Grant turned to address her. Drat, he was almost out Emmie groaned "Well, I need some time to relax and rejuvenate. It's perfect timing too, I just got a new partner, Dr. Sorrel. You'll be seeing him next week, you'll like him, he's a great guy. Bye now!" Emmie said cheerily and finally managed to close the door on him.

Emmie laughed with her receptionist, "He's totally going to see Dr. Sorrel as a rival, you got to tell me everything when I get back! I'll see you, good night!"

"Oh doc, don't forget, you've signed up to do pro bono therapy at St. Francis Shelter!"

Emmie sighed, she was looking forward to having a couple of drinks with her girlfriends before she left. "I totally forgot! What time again?"

"8!"

With a wave, Emmie left and got a cab to go to her favorite restaurant: the Hidden Leaf Bar and Grill.

A couple of hours later she was laughing uproariously with her closest friends Sakura-an ER physician, Ino-a criminal defense lawyer, and Hinata-the heiress to an optical company and a successful writer. Dinner was finished and the girls were well into their cups.

"Yeah one of my patient won't give up. This is the 14th time he's tried and asked me out! He's either too dumb to quit or he's delusional," Emiliana drained her Moscow mule and signaled to Naruto, the bartender to serve her a fresh one.

"Is he hot?" Ino asked, swirling her martini.

"Absolutely not, he's 63! Plus, he's such a wanker. Complainers are so not attractive." Emmie laughed.

"You mean he can't keep up in bed huh?" Ino waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "What does that have to do with anything?" Emmie asked. Ino flapped her hand, "You're too picky, that's what. You're in the perfect job to hunt for the perfect man! You'll know them in and out plus at your rates, you know they're loaded!"

Emmie got her drink and smiled gratefully, "I'm not hunting for a man," she rolled her eyes.

"You just need to settle down, lower your standards," Sakura teased.

"Oh look isn't that Sasuke?" Emmie pointed her swizzle stick in a direction and both Ino and Sakura whipped their necks around so hard, Emmie was sure she'd have to prescribe painkillers for their whip lash. Sasuke was the tall, dark, and handsome proprietor and part time bartender of the restaurant. Emmie loved the restaurant for its food but her friends loved it for its men.

"Uh, Emmie, don't you have your therapy sessions in 10 minute?" Hinata's soft voice interrupted. "Oh, yeah. Who wants my drink?" Emmie pushed her drink towards the center of the table.

"Me!" Sakura batted Ino's grabby hands away and snatched the copper mug. "You won't believe the day I've had. I got puked on twice and got groped by an old man!"

The girls howled with laughter, "I thought he was just a cute old man!" Sakura said defensively, "I leaned in to listen to his heart and he copped a feel!"

"You did something about that right?" Ino demanded. "Yeah, I transferred him to an all guy team and ordered an extra strength sponge bath. I almost wanted to see his face," Sakura laughed triumphantly. Emmie laughed until she cried then jumped when she heard her alarm go off. Rising she hugged her friends goodbye and grabbed her bag to go.

"Safe travels!"

"Have fun!"

"Get you a man!"

Emilia gave them one final wave and left to hail a taxi to the shelter.