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Take note dear readers that whenever music is featured , it is very important. Something very crucial to the plot is happening. Nina's music is always very spiritual and soulful and this part of her is very vital to our story. Enjoy.
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As Nina drove to Crane's practice the next morning , she had so many questions in her head.
She ran the Mana through a battery of tests and it just drew more questions than it answered. She yawned a little when she pulled in. She had been up late investigating the supernatural substance. She wore her white coat today which had " Skorzeny MD-PHD" stitched in black above the breast pocket. Her coat reached her mid-thigh. Her coat was not as long as Crane's , his was to his knees.
In the world of medicine , your coat length says volumes about where you have been , and how much experience you have. In this case , Crane had more than she did.
She walked in through the front door to find him painting over the bullet holes from last night's mysterious attack. His shaggy , unkempt rusty brown hair looked like copper when the sun hit it from behind.
"..Good Morning" she said sitting at the table. From where he was sitting , Nina could see the edges of the scar over his left eye.
"Mornin' " he said , finishing the last of the painting.
"Can I , make you some coffee , ? " she asked. He inhales sharply and rubbed his nose from the smell of the paint.
"…Yeah , you can. You can get me a pack of ciggarettes too. " he said standing to slip his white coat back on.
"…So,I was thinking ,maybe we could go back out to the pentagram..to see if it was burned into the ground or- "
" No , ,We have patients today, we have patients tomorrow , and we have patients for about the next 20 years ,and then we die. We're medical doctors - not Scooby and The Gang." he said , taking the pack of cigarettes from her when she gave them to him .
" Careful , you're starting to sound like the Dad from Footloose.." she said , moving over to the coffee pot to fill it up with grounds and water.
"I never saw that , so your insult has no clout." he said in the typical deadpan fashion , lighting a cigarette up.
" Haven't you ever wanted to know about what could be out there in the world? " she asked.
"…I know what's out there." "and it's nothing to fear." he said , inhaling in his cigarette , the end of it glowing bright like the sun that beamed down on them.
She turned the switch on and looked back at him. "…Weird -but , okay. " she drifted over to sit across from him.
Nina looked at him. "You've never questioned , that there could be things out there? Things that are scary and unknown? " she asked.
He raised a brow. Then furrowed it. " I thought I told you , we're not going to be friends , we are colleagues and that is a stretch." he said.
" Jonathan!" a rather , loud and perky voice rang out into the kitchen.
" Oh dear Jesus , not now. " Crane said , wiping a weathered hand over his face.
" Jonathan , If you think I'm going to let you put Dent in front of my appoin-. Well ,Hello. " Nina looked at the source of the voice. Edward Nygma. She recognized him from his mugshots in the paper.
" Hello. " she said , looking at him then she looked to Crane. Crane just sat there with his hand over his face. Not wanting to deal with both of them so early in the morning.
" And who is this , Jonathan? Did you finally get a nurse like I suggested? " Nygma said , putting his hands on his hips shooting a look to Nina.
" I am a medical doctor. " she said , sternly. Narrowing her eyes before putting her glasses on.
" Edward , this is . My new partner. " he said , lightly motioning to her.
" Good call on getting one that's easy on the eyes , Jonny. I imagine Jervis would like her in particularly. " Nygma grinned and chuckled like a 16 year old high school student that was trying to prove something of himself.
" Jervis does not need a female psychiatrist. He will stay with me. " Crane said , moving to stand to walk over to the coffee pot to pour a cup. " Last thing I need is to file an incident report , violate all kinds of HIPPA , turn my practice into a lawsuit store…" he said to himself , muttering.
" And why would he like me so much , ? " Nina asked , turning to the gray uniformed prisoner , seeing his police escort sitting outside , just like Crane had said they would.
Nygma strolled over to her and flicked her short blonde locks. "…Your hair needs cutting.." he said sneering.
" Oooh. Right , The Mad Hatter. " she said , still sitting. Him being so close to her did'nt bother her. She did however scoot away when he kept staring at her and not leaving her side.
" Nygma , leave her alone. It's time for our session anyway. " Nygma stood up , still lookingdown at her.
"What's the difference between a ghost and a butcher? " Nygma asked. Crane yanked his sleeve and dragged him to the other end of the house. They squabbled then entire way.
" Like an old married couple. " she said to herself. The phone rang.
" I got it! " she yelled out , before picking up the black , rotator dial phone.
" Crane Private Practice , This is Doctor Skorzeny. " she said.
" . This is Arkham. Ramona Falcone will need to reschedule her appointment with you , she's caught the flu that's going around up here and won't be able to come in today. " Nina nodded.
" That's fine . She can just come in same time next week. " she said , leaning against the kitchen countertop. " I'll leave you to refill her medication then. " she said , looking out at the field. Realizing she had time to go back to the clearing. "Exuse me , but I need to go. " she said , hanging up the phone. " But w-wait , -" she slipped down her white coat and hung it on the back of the chair she sat on before. She was wearing another black dress , with a mandarin collar this time. Flat black stilettos and two turquoise bangles.
She grabbed her phone and looked to the hallway that lead to the living room. The coast was clear. She quietly stepped out of the kitchen door and made a b-line for the wheat.
Flashes of a memory briefly swooshed through Nina's head. For a brief moment , she saw herself as 8 years old again. The fully grown woman no longer there , but a little brown haired , pigtailed girl in a white and navy blue school uniform shuffled through the wheat.
Why is that whenever she was here she felt like a child? Like she was being watched , like she was in trouble constantly.
" I need to know , I need to know if this is what I think it is. " she thought to herself. She fought her way through the wheat. Coming up to the clearing. She stepped out , she had to remind herself that she was an adult now.
Her eyes widened at the sight.
Nina ran a hand through her hair , nervously.
" Oh my God. "
Nina brought up her phone to take a picture with it's camera.