Author's note: Here's another one folks...my muse is so happy. I think she lives off John Casey! She not letting me stop. Right. This is Casey and Chuck's first counselling session. I am not a counsellor and I'm not an expert either, so if the procedure or questions are wrong...then thats just me. Just enjoy it as the laff its posed to be.

Enjoy.

JC Carmicheal

The Session

If the waiting room was nice and relaxing, then Janet Milligan's office was even more so.

Chuck felt quite at home when he and Casey walked in, but when Dr Milligan got up from her chair to greet him, he felt even better. The woman smiled warmly, crossed the room and shook Chuck's hand heartily.

"Welcome Mr Carmicheal." she said. "I'm pleased you and your father could make it."

"Thank you, Doctor." Chuck beamed a goofy grin back at her. "This is James Carmicheal. You might recognise him from the café."

"Of course…hello James." She went to shake Casey's hand as well, but John refused to unfold his arms and instead looked away from her to take in the office. He wondered around looking at the shelves of books, the pictures on the wall and he even paused slightly by her desk, eyeing the very stylish filing cabinet.

Janet wasn't offended by Casey's lack of reply, so without making an issue of it, she gestured for both of them to sit on the sofa. Chuck immediately did so, but after a few more paces of the office, Casey sat down, as far away from Chuck as possible.

"Well, I can say first off that it takes a lot of courage to come here. Both of you. It's a sign that you're willing to try and solve these problems you're having. As this is your first session, I would just like to know a little bit about the two of you."

Janet walked to her desk and picked up a note pad and a small dictaphone. Still pleasant and charming the woman sat down in her chair opposite the men and crossed a long slender leg over the other.

"Do any of you object to this being recorded?" she asked. They shook their heads and she then pressed the record button. "So…James. Can you tell me about yourself?"

"I can. Whether I want to is another matter." growled Casey, not keeping eye contact with her whatsoever. Janet sighed.

"Just tell me what you want to tell me. Take your time."

"Fine. I'm happily married to my wife Sophie, we have four children. I own a highly successful security firm that is known nationwide and I like pancakes."

"That's a good start." Janet scribbled down some notes. "Do you get on with your children?"

"Like to think so. My daughters and I have a good relationship."

"But you don't with your son?"

"You figured that out pretty quick. Was it the shouting in the waiting room that drew you to that conclusion?"

"What do you like with your pancakes, James?"

"Maple syrup. Cream. My wife."

Chuck heard laughing in his ear again and such a sudden outburst from Sarah made a ringing sound linger behind. He rubbed at his ear, just enough to make it pop but not to force the listening device out. Sarah was behaving unusual today, she wasn't normally like this on missions.

Whilst Janet was still interviewing Casey, Chuck took the opportunity to slip off his jacket and place it on his lap. He gazed down at it, hoping that Sarah would see him through the small camera hidden on the collar. He made a face that said "Sarah! What's up with you?" The eye brow rose briefly and it was clear she got the message.

"Sorry, Chuck. It won't happen again. I've gotten a good lay out of the office thanks to Casey and I can't see any security measures that will give us any trouble. We should be able to get into the office after hours and retrieve Milligan's files. That way we can begin to screen her clients, see if any of them could potentially be The Bringer."

"So you get on well with your wife then?" asked Janet.

"Get on her a lot too." Casey replied, smirking. Such a lewd comment made her and Chuck shift uncomfortably on their seats. Janet cleared her throat and wrote some more notes down. She wrote quite a lot as she flicked over several pages of the book.

"You have a healthy sex life at your age. That's good. Now, your daughters. You get on with them better than you do with Charles here. Why is that?"

"Because they're not morons?"

"Hey!" Chuck protested. "I'm sitting right here."

"I'm not blind, boy."

"You're very hostile, James. Why do you think that is?" asked Janet.

"I'm not hostile. I say things as is." Casey straightened his back and allowed one hand from beneath the fold of his arms to reach up and rub his nose. "Factual. Honest."

"You act like that just to rile others up!" Chuck retorted. "You're always looking for confrontation."

"Hmm." Janet bobbed her head and wrote down more notes. Then Chuck and Casey heard her mutter under her breath. "We're going to need a lot more sessions."