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"Aha, Katherine Meyer!" Doctor Simons said enthusiastically when Katherine stepped out of the car. She smiled, maybe a tad shy, yet she felt more comfortable here then with Brennan and Booth. This was a familiar institution.
"Welcome at the Washington mental Asylum." This Doctor had already passed sixty and had grey-white hair. The suit he wore was brown, tidy and professional but also casual, something in between.
"Very nice meeting you, Doctor Simons, it's an honour." Katherine said while shaking hands.
"I'm the one who should be honoured, Doctor Meyer. You're quite famous amongst psychologists and Psychiatrics; one of the best, I've heard." She tried not to blush as she followed him through the buildings. Katherine was…smart, very smart, a genius in fact. Her mother had noticed that from a very early stage in life, so there was no time "lost" in schools where she was years ahead of the classmates. She did everything for the education of her daughter; special classes to keep the girl entertained, private teachers, donations who would make sure that Katherine could go to the best schools in Europe and would be admitted despise her age. That Alexandra Meyer was a teacher, a professor at university herself, was a good help for her daughter, and the easiest way to contact people. That was the reason why Katherine had already two doctorates at the age of seventeen; Psychology and… forensic anthropology.
She was indeed –as doctor Simons believed- one of the most known shrinks –definitely because of her age- but not many people knew she also had done anthropology as well.
Brennan should know though, if she took the time to read the documents Miranda had given them. Even if she would be the first of the foster parents to do so.
"I hope you like it; this will be your office." The man woke her of her thoughts, showing her a large room with huge windows. Sun was shining through them, making the office very bright. Through the glass, Katherine could see the garden where some of the patients were strolling. Free, or so it felt for a while, though they were discreetly followed by personnel and security cameras.
Big brother is watching you; you would go insane if you knew how strictly you were followed.
"This is far more than I could wish for, thank you very much." She said grateful. The old man chuckled and pushed a button from the panel on the big Mahoney desk in front of the windows. He had called for someone; Katherine looked which button he had pressed.
"Doctor Meyer, this is Jason. He is here to assist you in any way possible, see him as your personal assistant. He will help you find your way in this maze, drive you anywhere you need to be –as I heard you don't have a driver's licence- and maybe, if you ask him very nice, he might bring you coffee and thee."
She was treated too well, she realised that, but didn't complain.
"Katherine Meyer," she introduced herself when Doctor Simons had left the two of them alone.
"Jason Stratford. I've worked here as a nurse, but I'm very happy that I can be your assistant, Doctor Meyer." He said with a little sparkle in his chocolate brown eyes. Katherine looked around.
"Who am I replacing?" she asked Jason as she was checking how big the bookshelves were. Maybe, when her mother's books had arrived, she could place some of them here.
"No one. Doctor Simons has …elected a few patients for you, mostly difficult ones, if I might be free to say so. If you want it, I could get you the files right now." The man suggested.
"If you don't mind, can I accompany you? It'll be easier to get to know the building." She said. Jason smiled.
"No problem, maybe we meet a few of your new colleges on the way there." She said, showing her the way she had to go. During their stroll, he told her about the security protocols. Right now, Doctor Simons, the head of the Lunatic asylum was taking care of her own badge which should give her permission to go almost everywhere. She had to be scanned before she went to see a patient, no weapons allowed.
"I don't carry any weapons; words can accomplish a lot more than guns or Tasers will ever do." She explained her "weird" behaviour. Well, Jason thought she was weird.
As Jason continued, she also learned that she almost wasn't allowed to visit the patient's rooms, that was reserved for the nurse's. The doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists had rooms they could use. Secure rooms.
Katherine was kind of used to this sort of protection measurements. Some people could react rather badly or aggressive, and on those moments, it could be easy if there was someone watching out for you.
"You know, I've read your book." Jason started. This piece of information surprised her slightly, she hadn't thought that Jason was the reading-type, and she had definitely not believed that Jason would be interested in pure-psychological crap, as one of the friends of her mother had described her book. Of course it was meant good, it was the truth. If Katherine had to right a paper, it did become quite technical most of the time. Her book did sell, to people who had studied psychology, any other didn't like it that much.
"Did you understand it?" she asked smiling. Jason made a face and bit his lip.
"Not the details.. but the main text, I think so." He said. Katherine nodded approvingly, he was smarter than she had thought. Or she was losing her touch, or she was to pre-occupied with the constant moving around to pay much more attention to other things. She hoped it was the last.
"So, are you going to visit any of your patients today?" Jason asked her. Katherine shrugged.
"I think that today, I'll be reading their files and gather some information about them. Tomorrow, I'll go to meet them." She told him.
Once she was back in her office with the papers she needed, Jason left her by her own, but not without giving her his phone number and showing again which button she had to press when she needed anything. She smiled grateful as he left and started reading in the dossiers.