Author's Note: I am so sorry this took a long time to update. I lost my inspiration for this story, but after months of pushing this story to the side, I finally managed to write this chapter. But I have no idea how long the next chapter is going to take, so sorry in advance for the next one.

Anyways, I hope you like it and tell me what you think, I would appreciate it.

Chapter Two: All Work, No Sleep

Kate arrived almost at one in the morning to her apartment just like she had predicted.

Dealing with those patients had not taken that long. They had been subdued by the time she had arrived, so all she had to do was make sure that they were in no danger of hurting themselves (although the same could not be the same about the other inmates around them). She then went back to her office and at a record of time she finished filling out the release forms for Joel Carter and two other inmates.

"You're free to go," Dr. Young had dismissed her, not looking up from her computer. She knew she wasn't going to get praise from Dr. Young when she handed the forms before she left for the night, but she did feel frustrated that was all she had to say to her after she went above and beyond for her like always.

By the time she entered her apartment, her frustration had become replaced with exhaustion. She was almost crawling to her bed for how shitty she felt. Her head hurt, her body was tense, she felt like she was dying. She managed to lay down on her bed and kicked off her heels, carelessly throwing them around the room.

"At last," she sighed and closed her eyes, feeling her body ready to shut down after her long day. But as tired she was, she needed to get out of those clothes, shower and finish sending those emails to Dr. Young. Even at home, she still had a lot of things to do.

Honestly, Kate needed a vacation. A super long vacation where there was no phone signal, no skyscrapers, no clouds, no job, no overbearing bosses. Just her, a piña colada, good book, and most importantly, a comfy chair for her to take a long nap.

Making a loud noise, she pushed herself up and winced when she felt something jabbing her hip. She riffled through her jacket pocket and then realized it was in her skirt pocket. She remembered buying that skirt instantly when she found it had pockets and now she was a little annoyed at that added feature

She managed to pull it out and groaned when she saw that it was dead. Great, she had no idea how long it had been like that, which honestly was a really bad thing. What would she have done if someone had attacked her as she walked back to her apartment in the middle of the night?

Silently chastising herself for being so careless, she got up the bed and went to where her charge was by the dressing room. She then went through her nightly routine: took off her contacts and her clothes, put them in the laundry basket, took a quick but very hot shower, put on her glasses, placed her outfit for the next day on her bedroom chair, went to the kitchen and grabbed a light snack, answered some work emails, and then finally went back to her bed.

As she prepared her bed, she glanced longingly at her book that rested on her nightstand. She usually liked to read before going to bed, as a way to help her relax and have her little fun, but she had been coming home late for the past week, that she didn't have time for even that little pleasure. She sighed and went to where her phone was, dreading a little to see what else Dr. Young might want from her.

Now fully charged, she took her phone to bed and was relieved that there were no messages from the head psychiatrist but she was a little confused at seeing the name of this social worker that she hadn't spoken to in months leave her a voicemail. What did she want with her?

Gingerly she pressed play on the voicemail and listened to it.

"Hey, Kate," Ms. Evans chirpy voice said, making Kate sigh. How can someone have that much energy so late at night? "I know it is a little late but I feel like it's easier to context you at night, but I guess even at night you're a busy girl. Which is totally fine but I just wanted to remind you to come about twenty minutes early this Friday..."

"What?" she said, confused about what she was talking about.

"... because I wanted to have a bit of a, uh, uh, ha, I'm sorry the word just left my brain. I guess it is late but basically I wanted to talk to everyone before they talked to the kids."

"Kids? What kids?" Kate murmured. Okay, now she was sure that Ms. Evans was calling the wrong number because Kate avoided children like the plague.

"And knowing you, being the busy bee you are, you must be a little confused. This Friday, at twelve you and a few others agreed to come by the orphanage and talk to the kids there and try to inspire them to follow a career path."

"Fuck, fuck," Kate hissed and stopped listening to what Ms. Evans was saying from that point. She scrambled around her bedroom, looking for her daily planner, flipped frantically, looking for the upcoming Friday, and there it was. In a neat, red pen, it said: 12pm, Orphanage, Job Fair.

"Oh no, please, please tell me I did not forget to ask for the day," she silently prayed. She dropped her phone and pulled out her laptop, and started scrolling through her work calendar, praying that she had cleared that day for that event or else she was going to be fucked. When she found the day, she felt her stomach drop.

"Shit," Kate hissed and pushed the laptop away, her hands going to her head. She forgot to clear the day and since it technically was Thursday already, there was no way Dr. Young was going to let her take the day off. As she stared at the calendar helplessly, she had no idea what to do.

No longer feeling tired, she picked up her phone and finished listening to the remainder of the voicemail. Ms. Evans just told her to let her know if that works for her and she can't wait to see her this Friday because it had been too long and she knows that Kate is going to change lives.

"I need coffee to think," Kate muttered, she picked up her phone and laptop and took them to the kitchen. Putting her kettle on the stove, she sat down on her table and drummed her fingers on the table, trying to figure out what to do.

She wouldn't be able to take the morning off that Friday but there was no way she was going to cancel on Ms. Evans. Now that she remembered about that compromise, she had been actually quite happy to take part in it when Ms. Evans had told her about during this fundraiser they had run into each other. Ms. Evans had always been kind to her and believed in her when no one else had. It was the least she could do for the social worker.

But now she had messed things up and had to find a way to make everything work quickly.

Looking through her option, which wasn't a lot if she thought about it, she struck off the first and most obvious one: calling in sick. Kate knew there was no way Dr. Young would believe her. In all the years that she has worked for her, had she missed a day. Not even when a patient once attacked her and she had to go to the hospital for a sprained wrist. She could say she has to go to the police station to file some papers, which wasn't a complete lie.

Since they were releasing some dangerous patients this week, she needed to go to the police station and inform the police, which always irritated her but it was protocol since it was supposed to help keep tabs on them and keep the people safer. It was one of the few drastic law changes since Harvey's Dent death.

The loud whistle of the kettle took her out of her thoughts and she quickly prepared her coffee, deciding to take it black. She was not going to get any sleep that night. She needed to figure out a game plan because she was not going to disappoint either Dr. Young and Ms. Evans. Both women Kate admire highly and would never want to disappoint them.

Finishing her coffee too quickly for her liking, she had a partial solid plan and decided to place it to action. Picking up her phone, she saw that it was already two in the morning and decided to stick to a text to avoid waking anyone up. She just finished making her second cup of coffee when her phone rang. She was startled but put her cup down and answered.

"Hi, Ms. Evans, I'm sorry if I woke you up," she apologized.

"How many times have I told you to call me Fiona?" Ms. Evans laughed. It made Kate smile slightly, not realizing how much she had missed hearing it. The voicemail did not do it justice.

"Right, sorry, but I don't think I will be physically possible to call you by your first name."

"I figured but it didn't hurt to try. You never change. Like why am I not surprised that you are awake? You have always been a night owl. I remember even when you were a little on, always awake until three in the morning."

"Well, work keeps me awake against my will, but that's life," Kate said. "I'm sorry if I woke you up again."

"Oh, don't worry about that, my dear. You and I are the same. Our works are our life. No time for socializing. All work and no sleep, you know the drill."

"Yes, it is. And I am sorry that I will not be able to be there twenty minutes earlier, I really wanted to, but as you said in the voicemail, I am a busy bee. Work is my life."

"Yes, I have noticed," Ms. Evans said. "That doctor of yours keeps you busy. I don't want to insult you, but I called you, not to ask if you can be here twenty minutes earlier, but I called to see if you had forgotten."

Kate closed her eyes, feeling slightly, guilty because she had forgotten about the event. There was a possibility she would have remembered that Friday when she checked the calendar but by then, it would have been too late for her to have done something.

"No," she lied, and hoped that it sounded sincere. "I wrote it down in my calendar. I am really excited about this."

"Me too. You have no idea how happy I was that you agreed to do this. I was hoping that you and I could have some coffee after this, but I don't think you will be able to, you being such a busy bee."

You have no idea, Kate thought. She would be lucky to escape Dr. Young's attention for a few hours.

"Maybe another day we can get together and talk about how everything is going with your life."

"Yes, that would be nice," Kate agreed ruefully.

There was a time where they would meet weekly for coffee dates, to catch up on life and just spend time together. But as Kate went higher up in position, she had less time and it was almost rare to see each other.

It had been a miracle that Kate had run into her in that fundraiser. The only reason she had been there in the first place was that Dr. Young had not been able to attend and had sent Kate in her place. She remembered being so pleased that she was there to represent the head psychiatrist of Blackgate Prison.

"Well, I will let you go," Ms. Evans said, bringing Kate back to the present. "It's two in the morning and we both need our beauty sleep. You may be young and last longer than me, but you need your sleep. So, go to bed alright?"

Kate laughed. "Yeah, of course."

"Wait, before we leave, I know that you really like talking about this, but you know I care about you two so much. So, I was curious if you have..."

Her hesitation made Kate weary, having a good idea where Ms. Evans was going with the conversation and she was too tired to deal with that. Honestly, she could have been at her peak and she wouldn't want to talk about it.

"You're right, it is late," Kate said, not letting her finish her thought. "We both need our beauty sleep. Thank you so much for calling me, and I am excited for this Friday."

"Okay, if that's... that's alright," Ms. Evans, sounding a little disappointed. "Goodnight, Kate, and I cannot wait to see you this Friday."

"Goodnight," Kate said and hung up. She dropped her phone and she sighed, rubbing her temples. So, part one was over. Now she needed to do part two, but that would have to wait for tomorrow since part two included Dr. Young.

Her brain was wide alert but her body was ready to go to rest but not just yet. She needed to find her ticket for Friday morning and she was not going to rest until she found it. So, opening her laptop once more, she went through all the files of her patients and looked through each one. After an hour of searching, it hit her. The patient she was looking for had been the one that had been giving her a headache since the past week.

Finding quickly, she stared at the unsettling picture of Joel Carter. He had been arrested a year ago for murdering a young woman. He had been declared schizophrenic by Dr. Young and then been carted off to Kate. He was being released the next week, and Kate was supposed to talk to the police, to vouch on his behalf that he was sane and wouldn't be a terror to society. She needed to schedule a meeting with them. What better day than Friday? It was too soon but Dr. Young seemed eager to kick out Joel Carter of Blackgate.

Feeling slightly better about everything, Kate decided it was time to go to bed. She quickly cleaned up her mess in the kitchen and took her things to her bedroom. She took off her glasses, placed them on her nightstand, and laid down on her bed. She felt her body loosen up, finally resting for the first time since she woke up at six in the morning.

There was still a lot she had to fix but she was sure everything was going to work out. She just needed to sleep off her problems and the next morning, with a new day and clear head, she would have everything figured out, she was sure of it. After all, she always made everything work.

Kate was about to turn off the light when her phone started ringing. She frowned at the unregistered phone number. At first, she didn't think much of it when it stopped ringing, thinking it was a wrong number, but then seconds later, a voicemail appeared seconds later. She was going to ignore it and listen to it the next day but something made her falter. She argued that it was her curiosity that got the best of her, so she picked up the phone, pressed it to her ear, and listened to the voicemail. Halfway through, she stared at the wall blankly, frozen as she heard what it said.

"You got to be fucking kidding me?" she said when it ended and threw her phone to the side, aggravated at the voicemail and Ms. Evans bringing this bad karma on her way. Turning off the light, she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, knowing tomorrow was going to be a hectic night.