A.N: Hi everyone, thank you for the kind reviews and the great reception for this fanfic, i'm thrilled you love it as it is my favourite one to write at the moment. Since you all have waited a little while for this chapter i decided to make it slightly longer. It does follow the events of Season 2 episode 4 & 5 (I am Anne Frank part 1 & 2) However, i tried to include as little of the tv script as possible as from personal experience it does become quite dull especially if you love the show and know a lot of the lines. Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter, please excuse any spelling mistakes i may have missed.

Chapter 3

The two psychiatrists were in their office studying the case files of their recent patients. Thredson was reviewing his evidence for the Kit Walker trial, though he was revealing in his own personal agenda as he read. Eva on the other hand was reviewing the file for a woman who had been brought in the previous evening.

Patient name: Unknown

Age: Mid 30s otherwise unknown

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: White

Occupation: Unknown

Description for admittance: involuntary psychiatric hold after refusal to talk to police and stabbing two men with glass bottle

Unconsciously Eva began tapping her pen on the desk, twice on the top before turning it to tap twice on the other end. Each tap seemed to crawl up Thredon's vertebrae. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck in an attempt to shake the sensation and continue with his work. But he couldn't.

He slammed his hand against the desk harder than he anticipated feeling the echo of the impact long after.

Eva looked up from the file. "Something wrong Dr Thredson?"

"Will you stop that infernal tapping please." He requested coldly.

"Sorry I didn't realise it bothered you."

"Well it does."

She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Dr Thredson, may I be blunt with you?"

He raised his eyes to look at her from just above the frame of his glasses. "Go ahead."

"What is the quality that I possess that makes you act so condescending and have a clear distaste for me?"

He paused to think of an answer, it was clear he had been a little harsh on her. "I apologise for my actions Dr Sparrow, they were not intended to cause offence. One can presume a mere threat to power, you being the new psychiatrist here."

"Dr Thredson this is not playground politics where you can pull on my pigtails whenever you feel threatened. This is the real world and we need to be adults about this. I'm not after your job in the slightest. And be assured your manhood is fully intact."

"I'm glad to here." He said sarcastically.

Eva picked up her papers and began heading to the door. The sharp flinch of pain made her turn round. Thredson whilst reaching for a file had sliced his index finger on one of the edges of the paper. Flinching in pain he encased his finger in his hand to try and stem the blood flow.

"Aww get mommy to kiss it better."

Thredson stopped cold. His oak brown eyes rose to stare at her. It was as if the blood had drained from his face and he'd turned a whiter shade of pale.

"What did you say?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"I'm sorry that was uncalled for. Are you ok?" It was clear to her she had upset him, so she laced her voice with sympathy.

"I'm fine, I'll just get a band-aid for this." He smiled and exited the room.

Eva was curious, something about what she had said clearly struck a nerve with him yet he carried on as clear and calm as normal. 'Maybe there is something twisted lurking behind the clear cut fineries of his exterior.' She thought to herself.

As Eva opened the door a woman with red hair and of a similar age to her was stood at the door. She was dressed in one of the institute's custom blue dresses with a red cardigan over the top.

"I'm looking for Dr Thredson." She said softly.

"He's just gone out of the office for a moment but I'm sure if you wait inside he will be back in no time." She smiled allowing the woman to pass her and take a seat in front of his desk. Eva smiled to her and continued on her way to see the new patient.

When Eva entered the room the young woman was restrained to the chair, a safety precaution may be but she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Hello, my name is Dr Eva Sparrow, you can call me Eva if you would like."

She looked up from the floor, her eyes hollow and empty. "Hello Eva, my name is Anne Frank." Her voice had a slight eastern European accent to it.

"Anne, I'm a psychiatrist here at Briarcliff though i have no affiliation to the institution. I'm here to help you." she said softly.

"What are you going to do about the Nazi doctor working here, he's a murderer!"

"I'm not here to discuss Dr Arden, you'll have to talk to Sister Jude regarding that i'm afraid." She paused careful constructing her next move. "Sister Jude tells me that you are the Anne Frank from Auschwitz."

"I am."

"May i ask, what makes you believe you are Anne? To most people's awareness Anne tragically died a few weeks before the camp was shut down."

"All of my people's deaths were a tragedy."

"Of course."

"I just know i am her. She is me I am her, what more proof do you want?"

"Do you have any physical evidence?"

"What are you implying? You want to see my number!"

"No, I'm sorry Anne. i didn't mean to upset you. Let's talk about something else."

"If you wish." she replied crossing her arms over her body defensively.

"What have you been doing since the end of the war?"

"I erm…"

"Where do you live?"

"Umm…"

She stared blankly back at her.

"Do you have a husband? Children? Pet dog perhaps? Tell me something about your life recently Anne."

"I…er…I...erm."

"It's ok take your time."

"I...I...I can't remember ok!" she shouted kicking the table in frustration.

"It's ok! Calm down," she said soothingly "It must just be the stress of being in here. Don't worry about it Anne. It's been nice talking to you. You can go back to the day room now." She smiled feeling she had gaged as much as she could of the woman's clouded situation.

"What are you going to do about the Nazi doctor!" She called as Eva headed for the door.

"I'm sorry Anne but that's above my authority. You'll need to take to Sister Jude about that."

The next morning Eva and Jude were engaging in a shouting match after Anne's husband had paid her a visit.

"Sister Jude! For one who is suppose to be enlightened how can you be so blind?"

"Excuse me?"

"This vulnerable woman needs our help! More prominently evident after the occurrences of last night." Eva was referring to how on the previous night Anne had shot Dr Arden in the leg with a gun she had stolen earlier that day.

"You just heard what her husband said, she isn't Anne Frank, she is merely a confused woman who needs to get back to her family."

"Sounds to me like post-partum psychosis." Dr Thredson said smoothly announcing his presence as he leaned casually against the office doorway.

"I already came to that conclusion Dr Thredson, but thank you for your contribution." she said sarcastically, feeling as if he was trying to undermine her again.

"And how long have you been standing there?" Jude asked.

"Long enough to make a pretty good diagnosis like Dr Sparrow here."

"The obsession, the manic behaviour, the disconnection from her baby, Jude it's evident this woman needs help!" Eva tried to reason with her.

"My wife isn't a psychotic!" The husband raised his voice. "Just a very emotional person. She needs to come home."

"I think that's dangerous." Thredson said.

"I agree." The two psychiatrists began echoing each other, uniting as one.

"Did you hear what he said? The man wants his wife at home."

"Excuse me Mr Brown but would you mind leaving us for a few moments."

"Fine."

The husband removed himself from the room and closed the door behind him.

"Sister Jude you cannot be serious?"

"I am."

"Anne, sorry Charlotte cannot go home with her husband, it would be seriously detrimental to her health."

"Home is the best place for her."

"And that's only because she wouldn't be a burden on your care anymore."

"Our care for the residents is of the highest standard Dr Sparrow."

"Bullshit! If you had it your way she would be pumped full of drugs and left to rot in a cell for the rest of her life!"

"Sister Jude, I agree with Dr Sparrow, Mrs Brown needs the proper psychological help to treat her condition so she can adjust properly to her home environment without the risk of relapse." Dr Thredson said smoothly.

"She is going home and that is the end of the discussion." Jude said firmly.

Eva stormed off slamming the door behind her.

When Eva reached the office she threw all the papers off her desk and hurled her first against the wall. She felt tears pierce her eyes from the pain, and the thought that she had on some level failed Charlotte.

She heard a light knock on the door, looking round she saw Dr Thredson.

"Are you ok?" he asked walking over to her.

"Yes, thank you. Look i'm sorry for my outburst."

"That's alright, it's good to see. It shows you care."

Eva smiled, feeling unusually comforted by his presence "Thank you for supporting me in there with Jude, it would take a ton of bricks to make that woman see sense."

Thredson laughed "That's ok, it's pleasant to work together for a change."

"I concur Dr Thredson."

"Please call me Oliver." He said holding out his hand to her.

"Ok then Oliver." She said taking his hand and shaking it. They felt the electricity pulse between their fingers from the skin on skin contact, Oliver felt the craving begin to grow inside him again. "Heres to a new partnership."

"Here here. You know Eva, I see myself in you, you're thoughtful, intelligent, you have something to offer the world." And possibly something to offer me...