Just When You Thought You've Seen it All- by Brownie
Disclaimer: I don't own a single one of these people.
Side Note: Well, only one person guessed right, and I applaud that person. I guess I didn't give enough clues, but that's okay. Should I tell you who it is? I think I will, it will make the story a bit more… interesting if you know who it is. The one and only Dr. Hannibal Lecter. For those of you who read the books, this is set between his escape in Silence of the Lambs and his appearance in Hannibal, where he just had his sixth finger removed a little while ago. For those of you who don't know who Hannibal is, I am shocked. He was a brilliant phsyciatrist, but also a murderer and a cannibal. Yes, a cannibal. He eats people. Are you sure you want to read on now?
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"So, what's your name?" Malucci asked as he pulled broken bits of stitches out of the guy's hand.
"Dr. Fell. I am a pshyciatrist."
"Yea? One of our pshyciatrists was recently fired," Malucci told him.
"The doctors working here don't like this… Romano much, do they?" He seemed to have ignored Malucci's statement.
"No, not much," Malucci said, head tilted suspiciously, "How'd you know that?" Dr. Fell just shrugged and was silent. Malucci finished with the broken stitches and went over to the drawers. He rummaged around tyring to find what he needed when Dr. Fell spoke up again.
"Why do you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?" Malucci turned to face him.
"Act so arrogant. You grin like an idiot when you should be acting professional and earning your patient's confidence. Arrogance is a sign of weakness. Malucci, that's an Italian name, yes? Tell me… Dave, did your father beat you as a child?"
Malucci stood gaping for a moment, for once unable to find anything to say. He slammed the drawers shut. When he was finally able to talk, it came out in a growl. "You don't know anything about my father." He glared at Dr. Fell for a moment, then said, "I'll be right back, I'm out of stitches." And he slammed the door hard behind him.
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Dr. Greene was taking his coat off in the lounge when Malucci stormed in. "Are you okay?" Greene asked, noticing that Malucci seemed a bit pale, yes his eyes were angry. Something must have happened.
"Dr. Greene, thank God you're here," he said, "I need you to take a patient of mine."
"What's the problem?" Greene asked.
"He needs stitches."
"Stitches?"
"In his hand."
"His hand." Greene stared at Malucci. "Really, Dave, stitches in someone's hand isn't too difficult. It's one of the first things you should have learned."
"Don't give me that bull, Dr. Greene. I know how to stitch his hand."
"You're wasting my time with this, Dave. Spit it out or move out of my way."
"He phsyco-analyzed me! I was just phsyco-analyzed by my own patient."
"Why would he do that?"
"Well, he's a phsyciatrist." Greene started to shove past Malucci to get to the door. "Dr. Greene, wait!"
"Dave, do you have any idea how stupid that just sounded?" Greene asked.
"He wasn't with me for more than three minutes, and I barely even spoke to him, and he practically dissected me down to my childhood!" Malucci was shifting uncomfortably now.
"Maybe he's just a good phsyciatrist," Greene said, still trying to get past.
"I can't go back in there," Malucci said, and Green finally understood what he had been trying to get at.
"Fine, I'll take him," he said.
"Thanks Dr. Greene, I owe you one." Malucci pratically threw the guy's chart at him before bolting back out the door.
Dr. Greene walked out a moment after him. He was passind admit when Frank stopped him. "Hey, Dr. Greene, you'll never believe who Malucci's patient almost looks like." He had one of his infamous papers in his hand. "This guy's number one in America's Most Wanted." He waved the paper in the air, and Weaver grabbed it.
"No more of this, Frank," she said, tearing it up, "Do what you're supposed to be doing." She turned to Greene. "Doesn't look a thing like him anyway. Frank's got some imagination."
"Speaking of Malucci's patient, I'll be taking over," Green told her.
"What? Why? Didn't he only need stitches?" Weaver asked.
Greene shrugged. "They gut got him a little shaken up. Maybe he talked to Frank." Frank mumbled something under his breath. Weaver just looked pissed. So Greene left before either of them decided to release their wrath on him. He looked at the name on the chart- Dr. Fell- before entering the room.
"What happened to the other doctor?" he asked immediately. His voice was very chilling, and Greene had to resist the urge to rub his arms.
"He went on lunch break," Greene said, pulling supplies out of the drawers.
"That's two lies I have heard today, and both from doctors," Dr. Fell said, "Dr. Malucci told me there wree no stitches in this room. And you just lied about him going on lunch break."
"How do you know?" Greene asked. He could understand now why Malucci had been so nervous.
"It's 9:30 in the morning. Dr. Dave has no reason to be afraid of me. I don't see what he has to be embarassed about. What about you, Doctor…"
"Greene."
"What about you, Dr. Greene? Do I frighten you?"
"No."
"Then why are you just standing there? Come on now, I won't bite. I would like to leave sometime today."
"Of course," Greene said, taking the seat across from Dr. Fell, "This won't take long at all." Dr. Fell was silent the entire time his hand was stitched, but Greene could almost feel his eyes burning into his skull.
After what seemed like forever, Greene tied off the stitches and got to his feet. "I'll write you a prescription for some medicine to keep that from getting infected."
"How's the baby?" Dr. Fell asked.
"Oh, just great," Greene said, smiling at the thought of his daughter as he continued writing, "She's already babbling quite well. It won't be long before she starts talking." A pause. "How'd you know I have a baby?"
"I met your wife at the elevators."
Now Greene dropped his pen. "How do you know all this?" he asked. He found himself eyeing the door.
"You two have the same scent. New house, new baby… It wasn't always like that though, was it? You have quite a scar on your head."
"Well, that's life," Dr. Greene said, staying composed, "Besides, its not nearly as interesting as that extra knuckle of yours." He paused, expecting a reaction, but Dr. Fell showed none. "You can pick up your prescription at the desk." Greene shut the door behind him and stood there for a moment, not knowing what to think about this. Finally, though, it came to him. "I'm going to kill Malucci for this one."
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Note: Don't take that last line literally. And don't consider this a cliffhanger, the most that Greene will do is chew him out a bit. However, "Dr. Fell" (ahem, Hannibal) might have a different chewing in mind… evil cackle.