She approached the nymphomaniac with confidence as she left the poor Doctor behind. She stood across the counter from her and waited for her to look up. When their eyes meet the pair smiled at each other.

"Shelly, I like your hair cut. You might set a new fashion trend when you're released." Giselle had a relationship with some of her patients that allowed this type of humor. Shelly smirked and continued to knead the dough.

"Yeah Doc, when ya gunna fix me so I can leave?" She said smiling.

"Depends, when you going to stop stealing cucumbers?" Giselle asked. The pair giggled a bit while Thredson looked on amused with the interaction. He could see the effect she had on people here. Patients seemed eased at her presence and that was saying so much. Looking around at the orderlies and officers who stood at the corners of the kitchen made even Thredson nervous when he had no right to be.

"After lunch then?" Giselle said pointing at Shelly while she walked back to her newest coworker. Shelly blew a kiss Giselle's direction and was rewarded with a stern finger shake from her Doctor. Giselle looked at the man before her and still had a smile on her face. "So Thredson fancy a tour?"

"That would be nice."

The pair walked up and down the hallways Giselle nodding at orderlies as she passed them, they looked familiar but there was no name with the face. One stopped them as they were about to enter the female patient's rooms.

" what are you up to with this man?" Giselle quickly scanned the man and saw nothing that set him apart from the other muscular men she had passed. No, he had a burn mark on his neck.

"I'm giving the new Doctor a tour Fred. We're fine." She said proud she remembered his name.

"Kit Walker's?" Fred asked with certainty. Thredson stuck his hand out but wasn't met with Fred's.

"I'm Doctor Oliver Thredson. You were one of the men who brought him in to see me this morning weren't you?"

"Yeah that was me, I just thought Miss. Tyler had other places to be now. Sorry." He said nodding before leaving. Giselle looked at Thredson with confusion and walked on.

"This is where the female's sleep. Each door is opened through our security system and lights are out at nine. They do room searches once in a while. I'm afraid I had two of my patients with a violation." Giselle said with a sigh. She looked at the Doctor and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that'll be discussed at our next sessions." The Doctor nodded and smiled a bit, but it quickly dissolved when the pair heard a cry of pain. Giselle moved quickly to the source with the Doctor behind her. They stopped at Shelly's room and saw her getting canned through the little window her room had. Giselle saw the flour on her clothes and Sister Jude's habit. Jude had probably dragged her out of the kitchen shortly after their meeting. Giselle shook her head and marched back to her office. Thredson not knowing what to do about the primitive action he just witnessed followed Giselle. She opened the door of her office and rummaged through her file cabinet. Her face was hot and tears were forming at the corners of her eyes in anger. Thredson knocked on the frame not wanting to enter her office if he wasn't supposed to. She looked over at him standing awkwardly in the frame and motioned him in. "Close that damn door." She said pulling out a file and slamming it on her desk. Thredson closed the door and stood by the door. The upset woman made him uneasy. She sat down at her chair and opened the file. "She does this all the damn time! Undermines all my work! I make progress with these people and she does shit like that! I get set back at least four sessions when she pulls those stunts!"

"That's a common occurrence? What did that patient do?" Thredson said taking the patient chair across from her desk.

"That's one of my girls, she's diagnosed with nymphomania and she was caught with a cucumber in her room this morning, and it wasn't for a midnight snack!" Giselle wrote a new note in the file before her and put her forehead in her hands. "They listen to me, they confide in me, they are like the children I never had. When Sister Jude does this it makes those patients think I can't defend them and I am just another one of those heartless employees. I lose their trust and I waste sessions trying to regain it." She let out a huge sigh and looked at Thredson. He seemed concerned for her.

"Is there nothing you can do?"

"My contract it very clear: My treatments are under scrutiny of Sister Jude and her treatments can override mine as she's the Head of the Institution." She shook her head and leaned back in her chair.

"That hardly seems right, you're licensed to treat these patients!"

"Yes well Doctor welcome to the woman's world of Professionalism." She said flying out of her chair to stand at the barred window of her office. The glass was filthy and she could barely make out the leaves on the trees. She heard him walking towards her. He held a cigarette in her view and she looked at it with curiosity.

"Smoking calms me down sometimes, it also helps me think." Giselle took it and turned around waiting for a light. She used to smoke a lot in high school but she didn't see a need to once she graduated from Wellesley and went to Harvard. Thredson held a lighter out to her cigarette end a small orange flame danced before lighting her new stress relief. She inhaled and let the nicotine do its job and she exhaled through her nose. She could feel a small sense of calmness cover her and she looked into Thredson's dark brown eyes.

"Thank you." He smiled at her and she back at her desk. She walked to pick up another folder that was on top of Shelly's. She picked it up and the Doctor rushed to grab it from her hands.

"Sorry, that's my file on Kit. I was going to set it in my office, but then I realized I didn't know where it was. That's why I was outside your office during your morning session." She smiled as he rambled and picked up Shelly's file.

"You're fine Doct-"

"Oliver please."

"Oliver." She liked the way that sounded in her mouth more than his title. She walked to the cabinet cigarette in her mouth as she put it back. She exhaled another drag and looked at Oliver. "I'll help you find your office." She took another drag and looked at him. He was standing where the orderlies usually did. Only a step away from the patient's chair. Seeing he wasn't stepping to the side to let her through she just brushed between the chair and Oliver. He immediately stepped back.

"Sorry I didn't-"

"Please Oliver you don't need to apologize for everything, I'm not your mother." She said stepping out. Oliver took a moment to recover from her comment and followed her out the door.

She opened the door just a few doors down from her own. Oliver walked in and when Giselle took notice of the room she was a bit jealous. His office was nearly twice as big as hers. He set the file down and looked around a bit.

"Shall I go? Will you be able to find your way around?" Giselle asked leaning against the frame.

"Yeah, I just have to get some things from my car. Thanks Giselle, you are without doubt the most compassionate person in this building." She giggled and shook her head.

"That's saying so much." She said taking another drag off her cigarette.

"Well, I think you understand what I mean." Thredson said walking closer to her. She smirked, she loved being a little shit sometimes.

"Do I?" Thredson rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You are impossible woman. Now can I leave my office or do I have to forcefully remove you?" She stood tall and crossed her arms leaving her cigarette in her mouth.

"I'd like to see you try." Thredson sighed and grabbed her waist and without struggle lifted her up and walked her back three feet so he could get out the door. Her arms uncrossed and gripped his arms. She dropped her cigarette and was shocked that he was so strong. He set her on her feet and walked past her to the exit without giving her a second glance. She closed her jaw and went back to her office and waited for Shelly trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach.