Dr. Elizabeth Olivet office

"Hello. I'm so glad you came back."

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice but that's not on you."

"There's always a choice. You could choose not to attended mandated therapy but there would be consequences to that action. Your choice to attend could have positive outcomes. You could get your job back. You could emerge with a healthier outlook. I believe that is what we were exploring your last couple sessions. Choice and consequences."

"Well you just jumped right in."

"You are a smart man. I didn't feel the need to pull punches."

"You don't need to play to my ego, either."

"Well your file says you have been impulsive, jumping into things without the prior authorization. When confronted, you often lash out in anger. But I want to hear from you. What do you think about your choices that have got you to this point?"

"I make the choices that need to be made. If I don't, then someone's life could be at risk. As a detective, I've learned that a lot of what we have to navigate is in the gray area. There's no, um, black and white. If I didn't act, more people could have died."

"I can see how that it may seem not to have a clear cut answer but you were out of jurisdiction. Why did it have to be you that had to fix things? Why couldn't you passed the information to someone in the proper jurisdiction to respond?"

"I had already been investigating it. Look someone else, it would have taken too long to catch them up to speed and time was of the essence. Like I said, lives were at risk."

"And you had no personal investment? The case wasn't assigned to you was it? You sought it out."

"Well, you have all the answers, don't you?"

"I don't. I just want to understand about this case. Why was it so important to you and why risk it? I get that lives were at risk but most times that is the case so how do you decide what to pursue and what to pass on. Surely, you cannot be in every place at once."

"I was asked to look into it. I did. I found out that they were torturing patients that were mentally unwell, unable to protect themselves and no one was doing anything about it."

"I see. Who asked you to look into it?"

"Does it matter?"

"I don't know that's why I asked."

"There was corruption, and it needed to be addressed. What else do you want from me. I did the right thing."

"Well we talked about right and wrong and a gray area. You said you operate in the gray area. To assume right or wrong would mean a black and white point of view, would it not? It means that there is absolutely right or absolutely wrong by everyone who sees it. But in the gray area, it could stand to reason that in this particular case, what you think is right could very well be wrong, could it not?"

"So I should have done nothing and let people be at risk."

"That's not what I'm saying. You are driven by the idea that what you did was right so the consequences do not apply but what if you are wrong?"

"I wasn't."

"Clearly, that's not everyone's assessment. Do you think that you could ever be wrong?"

"Are you saying is it possible I made mistakes. Yes, I am not exempt from making mistakes."

"But you don't think that this was a mistake in your judgment?"

"I don't. No."

"Why was it your responsibility to make that choice?

"I just had to. Are we done here?"
"This case has importance to you and you seem emotionally involved with it. I'm wondering if at all possible, that your personal influence could have caused you to think and act differently than if it was one that was assigned to you."

"I don't get why you keep pushing this! I feel like we are wasting time going in circles like this."

"You are angry."
"Yes! I'm angry. What is this even accomplishing?"

"Once again, confronted with the issue at hand, you turn to anger. Do you feel that your choices shouldn't be questioned."
Bobby sad there visibly agitated.

"It seems we are out of time but I want you to think about that? Come back to me with what you come up with."

He stood up shuffled his feet to the door and let a breath go lightening his tight chest, grateful to be on the outside. He glanced out and noticed a parked car in front and picked out stoat in the driver's seat. It brought the tightening feeling back. How did he track me here? He opened the door, got in and closed it behind him.

"How you know where to find me?"

"I've got hooks…Dr. Olivet tell you, you have anger issues?"

"It came up."

"You ask me, 15 years on the force without anger issues, then you really do need to see a shrink."

He smiled weakly. In his mind, calculating some caution that they were able to track his comings and goings. I need to be careful.

His phone rings: Eames. Things were left unsettled and this was her second call. Goren glanced at his phone. He wanted to pick up but he was undercover with Stoat in the car so he let it go to voicemail. I miss you, Alex. I hope you know that. He had to make things right but with everyone hot on his trail, he could not risk this getting back to her and she'd be mixed up in this mess. Things were already dangerous as it is. He sensed that Stoat picking him up outside of Dr. Olivet's wasn't random. One, it sent the message that they could reach him anywhere and they had Insider intel. More cops. Two, he had a feeling they were planning on testing him, initiating him into whatever illegal mess he got himself into.

Here, he never felt more alone. He didn't have the cops, he didn't have his family, and right now he had to hide from her which means at this moment, he didn't have her. He felt himself not connecting to anything and this job the polar opposite of his previous employ was everything he tried to stay away from.

Despite skirting the rules, Goren was a good cop that believed in the oath that he took to protect and serve and catch the bad guys. He looked at Stoat and saw a calamity of small choices that led him here, the opposite side of the badge he was so proud to have. He saw a guy, that maybe got the same raw deal and held onto hope that he could help him turn his situation around like he could, for himself.

"You miss the job?"

"What do you think? I was a good cop."

"How did you end up here?"

"I busted the owner once."

When he got settled into his new role, he was able to finally listen to the message.

"Hey Bobby. I'm just checking in with you. I know you have your appointment with Dr. Olivet today. I'm thinking of you. I miss you. Call me."