`` what's the point? {. eva .} (R)

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

Thousands of people on this damn ship and none of them needed a doctor? Only a nurse. Nothing major was happening outside of the open office that was attached to the sickbay. He knew because he could see out and know that there was nothing of importance being dragged into sickbay. There was a whimpering man with a mild headache being treated by one of his nurses, who was also looking as though she would fall asleep just holding the medical scanner. She was trying to see if he had anything worse than a headache as they were relatively uncommon. McCoy didn't think so at all. The constant whining was just begging for a swift kick in the behind.

McCoy wrapped his arms around his ears, but still gazed at the bed where the man sat, wishing he would just disappear. He was giving him a headache of his own. "Just give him the damn pill already." He mumbled to himself, his eyebrows furrowing as they usually did when he was experiencing any bit of emotion. As if on cue, the nurse pulled out a pill from the drawers and handed it to the crying man. He took the pill and ingested it and the nurse sent the man on his way.

As soon as the doors closed, McCoy's arms went to the desk from around his ears. "Thank God! I thought he would never leave." He stated aloud, making the nurse's head move toward him. She laughed and he rose an eyebrow. Nurse Goodin, come here, please." He said in an official voice. Her smile faded and she slowly walked into his office. Bones held out his hand and slouched over, quite different from the position he had been in before when beckoning her in. "Hand me one of those pills, will ya?" He asked in a flabbergasted tone. The nurse's smile resumed and she handed him a second pill she had been storing in the pocket of her dress. It was almost as if she knew he needed the pill. "You're a life saver." He groaned, swallowing the small capsule without need of a glass of water.

"Take the rest of the day off. Hess comes in here in a few hours and I think I can handle the mess we have until then." His nurse's smile widened significantly and she almost ran out of the room. Probably to see that fiancee of hers. Groaning again, he laid his head on his desk in defeat of boredom.

[cami]

It had been a fairly uneventful day thus far for Counselor Eva Alder. Although the crew of the USS Enterprise had recently come out of a crisis situation, victoriously, thank goodness, there weren't very many people that had come to her seeking emotional encouragement or psychological help. Of course, she didn't really blame any of them. This wasn't a crew that had been together for years. Granted, there were certainly people who knew each other and were good friends from their Academy days, but over all, it was a new crew. Especially for her. Not only was the crew new, they were also fairly young over all. She had graduated years before most of them, although she was only twenty nine. It took a while for people to build a relationship with someone that they trusted enough to come with their deep emotional problems. So far, the few people of the Enterprise that she had counseled had come to her because of orders from their superiors. Take, for example, the file that sat on her desk right now.

"McCoy, Leonard H. Chief Medical Officer." she read aloud, her completely black eyes scanned the pages that built up his psych profile and general background. She had the opportunity to meet the good Doctor already, though it wasn't in the most ideal of conditions. She had worked with Doctor Puri, the original Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise on her maiden voyage, previously on the USS Excalibur. As Counselor, she had worked in close association with him, checking up on the medical history of her clients, getting prescription meds, talking to patients he referred for emotional counseling etc. Long story short, she had gotten to know him well. When he was killed in the Romulan attack, not only was she suddenly going to be working with a man she did not know nearly as well, but the conditions in which they first met were chaotic. There were casualties, there was panic, and once the attack was over, there were plenty of new recruits or cadets that had post tramautic stress. Basically, both had their hands full. Introductions were short and to the point and then they had gone back to work. She had a little opportunity to observe him and from what she gathered, he was a curmudgeon, but a very passionate and brilliant Doctor.

She recounted their brief encounters in her head as she continued to survey his file, twirling back and forth in her desk chair, a slightly bemused smile crossing her features. "Acting Captain James T. Kirk requests the psychological evaluation of Dr. L.H. McCoy..." Oh boy. She chuckled and shook her head, setting the file down. This had to be a practical joke. She knew that the Doctor and the Captain were friends and had sensed a good humored teasing relationship. No doubt this was just "one of those things". Still... perhaps this would prove a good way to get to know the doctor, as she was going to be working closely with him if they both remained on the Enterprise, which was likely. She tapped her index finger on her desk as she pondered whether to take his order seriously or disregard it. Her mind made up after only a few short moments, she stood up and walked out of her office, taking the file and order with her. It wouldn't hurt, she decided, to ask the doctor a few questions, get to know him better and perhaps satiate her desire to actually do her job.

It wasn't long until she had wound her way through the ship's halls to Sickbay, navigating herself from the familiar territory toward the Chief Medical Officer's office. She was sure he'd be inside. It seemed relatively slow in sickbay, with the few patients inside having ailments that could easily be taken care of by a nurse. She passed one man, muttering something about a headache, on the way out, followed by a nurse. It was fairly quiet, reinforcing her idea of this being a superb time to conduct this psychological evaluation. She entered his office, the doors sliding apart with a hiss. "Good evening, Doctor." she said, a smiling playing on her lips. She had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of him, his head on his desk in some sort of defeat. "Rough day?"

OOC|| I hope this works! I figured they probably wouldn't know each other too well just yet... just let me know if you think anything needs changing. <3

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his head toward the other side, trying to think of why he was wishing people to be sick. Well his boredom was worse than someone with a broken leg. You can cure a broken limb and it's quite hard to cure boredom. Shoreleave! That was it. Everyone was going to hospitals on the surface instead of on the damn ship. He remembered now that he had refused to board the planet, thinking his ex wife would come out of no where just to show off a new someone on her arm and yell at the poor doctor for accidentally bumping into her. There was no way he was going to risk that now so the Enterprise was where he was going to stay. And you can't go on Shoreleave when you're a doctor. At least, not for him. He didn't want to relax. He wanted to work.

At his revelation, he was about to lift his head up as though it was a eureka moment, but instead it was to shock at a woman's voice. He didn't hear her come in. The damn doors were too silent for his cruddy hearing. A huge explosion in your ear does a bit of damage. When his head unstuck from the desk, a sweet pain struck him there. It was as though the the smooth surface of the desk had melded with his face and didn't want to let him go, but the quick release of the table sent a shock through his cheek. "Ahh..." He grunted, taking a hand and rubbing the tender flesh. Figures he probably had the indent of a writing utensil in it. Rubbing it until he felt satisfied that the pain was no longer a big factor, he put his attention to the woman and glared at her without really meaning to. He would have pulled his face off the desk anyway, but he felt like blaming her with his eyes.

Removing the hand and letting it slap back onto the desk in an irritated manner, he stared her down until he realized who it was. The damn counselor. She was Betazoid from what he remembered of her record. He tried not to think of anything or feel any emotion, but found that impossible for the type of person he was. He was always feeling something or thinking of something. There was no backing out of that. Tightening the corners of his mouth slightly, he leaned back in his chair and took his somewhat large arms with him, folding them across his chest. He was somewhat muscular, but didn't really use them for anything. Running around the ship got you in shape. And getting bored and going to the gym to play racket ball with yourself was also a factor.

Realizing that she had spoken, he raised his eyebrow at her query and had trouble not saying 'none of your god damn business'. Instead he sighed and averted his eyes to the side while he twirled back and fourth in his chair. "Yeah. You could say that, I guess." He grumbled before looking back to her. She was amazingly beautiful, he noticed. Of course she was. Who wouldn't realize that? Her eyes were quite hard to not get lost in if you stared at them long enough. He made quick note to stare at something else like her nose or lips. Both were quite lovely too, but not as enchanting, thank God. He squinted his eyes and stopped twirling when he figured she must have been there for a reason. "May I help you?" He asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone, raising his eyebrows and moving his chin diagonally upward toward her face.

[cami]

Once realizing that the Doctor had no idea what she was here for, Eva couldn't supress a grin. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning her weight to once side so her hip jutted out slightly. "You mean he didn't tell you?" she asked. Of course it made sense that Captain Kirk would not have told McCoy about it, seeing as how it was a prank (at least, that was the assumption she was running with). Still, she had been dying to get inside this man's head for a while. He was a challenge, even for non psychiatrists. She had read his file, knew all of his background from where he went to school to some of the details of his divorce. Now, Eva wasn't the type of person to blackmail or emotionally tortue people, and neither options were what she had in mind. Quite honestly, she just wanted to talk. She didn't much like the idea of working alongside someone she couldn't easily talk to. Although, from what all she could tell, his opinion of psychiatrists in general weren't too high. Well, I'll just have to change that.

She straightened herself back up and walk toward his desk. "It appears the Captain thinks you have undergone some emotional stress. He wants me to counsel you." she explained, setting the order down in front of him. Her tone suggested that she was aware of the whole thing possibly being a prank, but also that she wasn't about to let that stop her. Despite being an empathetic, compassionate, and often passive listener, Lt. Alder could be damn stubborn when she set her mind to something, and this was one of those instances. She settled back into her previous stance of her arms crossed over her chest, observing his reaction with one eyebrow raised. She also took this opportunity to give the Doctor a good "once over". Despite him sitting in his chair, she knew well enough that he was a tall man. His permanently furrowed brow, usually accompanied by a defiant glare, had etched a few lines into his face, though over all, he had aged his thirty one years fairly well thus far. He was a handsome man, she had to admit, and a very passionate doctor. If it weren't for his cantakerous persona, he may have been the perfect catch. Or perhaps it was that attitude that perfected the imperfectness of this man.

She came out of her thoughts a very moments later, returning her attention to him. "Now, I know that I my profession probably isn't on your top ten list, but orders are orders." she said, her tone very much suggesting that there was no use arguing. "So..." she took a few steps forward and rested her hands on his desk, lowering herself until she was at eye level with him, a mischievous and interested spark in them. There were some psychiatrists who were very much "no-nonsense" types, and from time to time, Eva would fit that mold if she knew it would be helpful to her client. But right now, she figured she'd be just a little playful... there was no reason this couldn't be fun, no was there? Fun for who, however, had yet to be decided. "... how are you feeling?"

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

A sly aura about her decided to show up as she moved her body ever so slightly. It wasn't hard to determine that she was in an all knowing mood. And she proved his curiosity about the way she moved when she finally spoke. His eyes were somewhat attached to her hip though and it was hard to pay attention to what she was saying to him, but he got the gist. "Didn't tell me what?" He lowered his head and rolled his eyes, talking to her like she was insane, which he already thought of her, naturally. A counselor was usually the insane one. Not the patients. But as her simple question festered in his brain, he slowly began to realize that she wasn't here just to talk to him. She was here to do her job. His eyes slowly widened, but his brow lowered, giving off an interesting look, but it was one he gave off frequently. His arms became loose from their hold against his body and they slowly moved down to the desk once more as the realization hit. She didn't even need to say the next sentence as he had already figured it out.

"No...No. No no no!" He interrupted in a growing intensity from quiet to loud as she again proved his thoughts with her words. Was he the Betazoid in this conversation? "Dammit, Jim!" He cursed aloud, not afraid to tell her how he really felt about this situation. She better not tell him that he was making progress in doing so. Standing up in his chair and ending up knocking it over, he leaned over the desk, his arms like trunks attached to the surface of the desk, showing his obvious anger toward this situation. He glared at the order, expecting to see a winking symbol laughing at him, but it looked official and that was the worst part. Jim wanted this Eva woman to actually think that McCoy needed some true counseling or else she probably wouldn't have bothered if she did see the damn winking symbol. "I don't need a damn psychoanalysis! I'm a doctor, not a mental patient! I refuse to give you anything." He sat back in his chair, suddenly relaxed with a bemused expression on his face as he deliberately thought in his mind 'la la la la' so she couldn't read him in that moment.

She walked to his desk and placed her elegant hands on it and he was tempted to slap them off, but did nothing and just sat at his desk with his arms folded across his chest once more. This wasn't uncommon to see from the doctor. It was a way to show people that he was blocked off from actual communication. The only time he didn't have his arms folded was when he was walking and when he was working on a patient. She lowered her head down to him and he stared into her hypnotic eyes and ceased the incessant 'la la la' in his brain and instead thought of how her eyes were like a black hole and he couldn't help but get sucked into them. She then asked him another question and he was brought back to his natural self, furrowing his brow and glaring at her with as much hatred toward her profession as he could muster. "I am feeling betrayed and murderous." He said with a small smirk appearing on the edge of his lips. "How do you feel?"

[cami]

His reaction hadn't been at all unexpected. She simply watched him with a bemused expression as the realization that he was in for some serious psychoanalyzing started to set in. She stayed quiet as he made a futile attempt at saying "no" a few times, as though that would somehow make the order not mean anything or go away. In her profession, she was used to people deciding for themselves that they didn't need her help. She knew her being Betazed, and thus possessing the telepathic abilities that came with it, had something to do with it. It was bad enough being a regular psychiatrist - people didn't like her asking questions. But if they thought she could figure the answers out without asking them in the first place? Her office would be empty day in and day out. McCoy had it easy. Generally, people wanted to be physically healed. It was much more difficult to convince someone that they had an emotional problem than it was to convince them that their arm was broken. It was very difficult to help people when they didn't see a need to be helped in the first place. Thus, she always made sure to use her natural abilities minimally. Of course, he didn't need to know that.

She nodded at his reply of being a doctor, not a mental patient. "I'm sure. But you know, you'd be surprised how often those two tend to coincide. You spend day in and day out around casualties. Don't tell me it's never gotten to you." she said simply, though honestly, that was jumping in a little too quick. She straightened herself back up and walked over to another chair in his office, pulling it over until she was sitting across from him. Normally, this was not how she counseled clients. Usually, they laid down on a little couch she had in her office while she sat in a chair next to them, or sometimes they'd have a private meeting in their quarters, though she tended to save that intimate of a one-on-one for those of her own gender. No need for rumors to go around. She wasn't into that kind of counseling.

"Oh, I'm feeling fine. Thank you for asking." she replied coolly. As mentioned earlier, Eva was used to resistance from clients, and the smart ass remarks that accompanied them. But resistance was not something to be avoided: it was something to be interpreted and something to overcome, just like everything else in psychotherapy. Resistance was a form of defense, and defense was a response to a threat. Of course, there were plenty of different possibilities for him to feel threatened or resist, and she didn't know him well enough to start figuring out what that was exactly. But she planned to change all of that soon. "I want to make this as painless as possible, Dr. McCoy." she began, leaning forward in her seat and resting her forearms on her knees, clasping her hands together. "Being your first time as my client, I just want to take a little time to get to know you... beyond what I can find in" she showed him the file she had on him, but was careful to keep it out of arm's reach, "here."

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy stared at her, in shock. That was a bit of a leap, but he kind of admired that. He would usually scare counselors away before they got to that type of deep psychology. He wasn't used to having questions asked to him like that. Was she actually trying to get to him and was it actually working? He actually thought about the questions before he eventually forced himself not to directly answer anything she fed him. "So I heal people and that makes me a mental patient? You, Ms. Alder are the crazy one." He voiced her insanity aloud as though it was a complete truth and he knew one hundred percent that she needed to go to a mental hospital. But his voice wasn't as sure of itself anymore, it wavered and wasn't as loud as he turned her down, once more. Truth was, it did get to him. He was only a caring individual to patients, really. The only people that knew his real compassionate side were his friends, and he even tried to cover that up with boyish tendencies like drinking and talking about attractive women or how horrible they were. If any of his few friends were asked to describe McCoy in one word, they would not say compassionate or caring.

He was sneaky in diverting everyone's attention from that loving side to himself to a more bitter man. It wasn't as though his meaner side was a lie, it was just protruded out more often than the softer side was and that was his goal. It was who he was, unless someone provoked the other side out. And that was a feat. She wasn't about to break it, especially with the title of counselor.

Now that the soul retching question was passed, he returned to his normal tone, feeling sure of himself now and not thinking of what was previously asked at all. "I'm in agony." He rolled his eyes and scoffed, twirling side to side in his chair again, now knowing that she wasn't about to leave him unless he provoked her to leave. The fact that she was trying to be professional when McCoy was far from professional with the crew was getting him irritated. As if he already wasn't. She blabbered on and on until she pulled out something that he feared she would have. Boy this woman was good. She was prepared and everything. He wouldn't go down without a fight, however. Scrambling forward, trying to reach the document, he growled as he realized it was no real use. If he needed to get it away from her, he would have to touch her and she could yell rat if he did such a thing. "God dammit." He mumbled under his breath, slouching back into his chair and grumbling obscenities to himself. "Please, end the torture." He groaned, sighing loudly.

All at once, he got a horrible idea. If she was prepared for him, he would be prepared for her. Betazoids could read minds and emotions, couldn't they? Well he would just have to give her a dirty mind that would bother her until she finally left. Having naughty thoughts wasn't a form of sexual harassment the last time he checked. Having a look of menace on his face, he leaned forward and looked as though he was about to cooperate, but instead thought of her in a compromising position, naked on his bed. After a while of thinking this, he realized that he actually was fond of the idea. But only based on her damn looks. Personality had nothing to do with it.

[cami]

"I never said you were a mental patient, Dr. McCoy. I merely implied that there are certainly times when the job gets to people. Any job can - hell, there are times when I feel like I'm the one who needs the damn psychiatrist." she said, offering a smile. "For example, the crisis this whole crew just went through... I saw sickbay. I saw the patients. I know there were some that didn't make it, by no fault of your own, of course. But if you are telling me that none of that got to you, that none of it ever gets to you, than you are simply not the Doctor I thought you were." Eva let it rest at that, willing to move on unless he brought it up again. In many ways, it was the client that was in charge of the counseling session. She couldn't push people or force them to change in any way. Her role was simply as someone there to help and offer advice. That was why she always preferred clients coming to her on their own rather than being ordered. Of course, more often than not, it was the people that needed her the most that needed a push.

Eva studied McCoy's face, though she really didn't even need to try very hard to know that he was going to resist most, if not all, of the way. Her empathetic abilities helped in that, though she was sure a child would be able to tell, too. He was putting up a tough facade, one that she was starting to think had become his default setting over the years. Was he always this way? Or had he been raised in an environment where any other way to deal with society was unacceptable? Or perhaps he had been hurt before and just didn't want to deal with letting people in only to have them let you down? These were only three of several reasons she knew for reasons why people acted this way, though she was also certain that there were reasons she wasn't aware of as well. But that was probably a little too much to delve in on a "first timer".

"Now, Dr. McCoy..." she began, getting ready to start firing questions. However, something in his demeanor changed. Where she once sense resistance on all front, she felt a barrier drop between them. Normally, she would have kept going and accepted this as a "breakthrough" of sorts. However, she doubted anything she said had gotten to him yet to cause that. She locked eyes with him. He was leaning forward, like her, in an attentive manner and for all purposes, he looked ready to cooperate. He probably could have fooled a regular human being, but she was not so. She wasn't even human. However, she had made a promise with herself to not use her telepathy unless absolutely necessary, so instead she attempted to read his emotions. There was something... devious laying underneath his feigned pliancy. Damn him. She wanted to know what he was thinking... but that wasn't an option. At least, it wasn't until she sensed that.

An eyebrow shot up as she felt a different emotion. Whatever he was thinking about, it had gone from mischief to... desire? Lust, perhaps? What the hell was he thinking? She managed to hold off for a few moments, her eyes squinted slightly in thought as she watched him. She pursed her lips, testing to see if he'd either stop or just give up and tell her. When neither happened, she couldn't stand it any more. If it was anything too personal, she decided, she'd simply pull out and continue. She probed effortlessly inside his mind slightly, just trying to get an idea of what he was thinking about. Whatever she was expecting, it surely wasn't what she was met with. Rather than freaking out, though, or storming out like he was probably hoping for, she decided on a different route.

"Do you think about naked women in your bed often?" she asked, a slight smile playing on her lips. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms against her chest, which was, in all honesty, a position that made her feel a little less vulnerable. "Are you familiar with the term 'nymphomaniac'?"

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy opened his mouth as though to retort, but instead looked as though he were shocked instead. It was true. She just claimed that he was an uncaring man, basically. And that really ruffled his feathers. "Good God! Of course it gets to me. I always think 'well damn. what could I have done different?' and I replay it over and over with each damn person! But I know I am good at my job, Ms. Alder. Do you know why? Because I can't think of anything I could have done different that would have saved those people. I did everything out of the book and even things that weren't! There was nothing else I could do differently. Medical Science only goes so far. I'm a doctor. Not a miracle worker..."

At the beginning of his rant, he was planted on his chair, but as it went on he began to lean forward and then finally stand up out of his chair, almost screaming with passion for all those people that died in his arms. Multiple times he banged his fist on the desk, reddening his skin significantly. As the rant died down, so did he and he slowly began to lower his voice and sit back down in his seat. When he was finished, he sat there and stared at her for a moment before chucking to himself. "Damn...You are pretty menacing if you actually got me to tell you something." He rose his eyebrow, beginning to have respect for the way she worked.

Eva seemed to be getting ready to hold him down and ask him questions by force with the way she said 'Now, Dr. McCoy...', but the sentence beginning never got an ending to it and he was hoping that would be the case. She stared into his eyes as he stared into hers, a sly plot festering in his brain as he kept thinking the worst possible body positions she could be caught in. There seemed to be a twitch of release in those eyes as she finally sucked in some emotion that he was trying to give off from the picture in his head. It wasn't really planned that he would actually get turned on by the picture, but that just added to the wonderousness of his plan.

Just a moment later when he began feeling the lust for the image in his mind, she seemed to turn on her thought reader and a twitch of his mouth signaled an amused smirk from the way she moved in her seat. He was expecting a slap in his jaw, but nothing like that came. The small smirk vanished and he was left feeling trapped. He would never get out of this alive. The thought faded from his mind and he was left with the feeling of giving up altogether. Answer her questions. At least lie. Just get her to leave! Pushing back into his chair, he folded his arms once more as though he were a pouting child. "Only when they're taking up my damn space!" He didn't bother answering her last question. It was irrelevant and completely untrue. She knew that, probably. It could have said in his record that he 'hasn't gotten laid in years'. Another thing that she could be laughing about in her devious psychoanalytic mind.

ooc: sorry it was epic fail. i was in a rush.

[cami]

Eva was careful to remain quiet during his passionate reply, watching as with each word he grew more and more angry and her insinuating him being uncaring. In truth, she knew that was not the case. She knew he cared for each and every one of his patients, like many doctors. She wondered briefly how much he was like Dr. Puri in that regard; he took ever patient's death personally. Luckily, over the years, he had utilized Eva's job and didn't let it weigh on him too much, but she believed he had a tally record of all the ones that didn't make it. He was a man that couldn't let go. But now here was a new "client", another doctor who was much more outspoken about his dislike of psychiatry, but one she felt needed it just a little bit... perhaps even more. "Good." she simply said with a nod, her voice calm. "You're right; none of the casualties were your fault at all. Sometimes, the patient just insists on dying."

There was a small pause as he sat back down and composed himself, during which time the two simply looked at each other. She felt herself smile at his next words, glancing down at her hands in her lap briefly and a light chuckle. "Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." she said softly, looking back up. What she was met with, however, was that mental block of inappropriate thoughts. She let out a heavy sigh, keeping her eyes locked on him, hoping to convey the message that he wasn't going to get rid of her that easily. However, as long as he kept this up, it was probably going to be very difficult for her to get anything done. She had already made minor victories today... why not turn the tables and make him be the uncomfortable one for a little bit? If he could easily conjure up an image of her in a compromising position, why not mess with it a little bit?

"Mm. I see. So your solution to dealing with a strong woman who presents the slightest problem to you is to picture her naked?" she continued, standing from her chair and slowly walking around the desk, behind the chair in which he sat. "Is it only women, Doctor? Or do you find yourself applying the same concept to any gender?" she said as she made her way behind him, hiding her devious smile. She allowed one finger to trail across his broad shoulders as she continued to walk, encircling him like a shark would its prey. She didn't pause at all until she finally returned to her chair, but opted to stand behind it rather than sitting down again. She now looked down at him, her arms folded over her chest and her head tilted slightly to one side. Rarely did she act this way around her clients, choosing to be very professional and personable, but this was no ordinary client. This was a challenge of sorts she hadn't encountered before. And, as usual, Eva was ready to take it head on.

OOC|| No worries, it's fine. ^^

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

Bones grumbled and huffed out a grunt of pure exhaustion. "I like the way you put that. Makes me feel loads better." McCoy said with a roll of his eyes as he laid his head back on the desk, clearly not learning the lesson that if he was rattled one more time, the desk would wreak havoc on his cheek again. "They don't insist. They don't want to die. They tell me all the time, but I can't save them. Do you know how many empty promises I've given to those people? I'm going to hell because I've lied so many times." Oddly enough, this was making him feel a bit better. He was still against the whole lifestyle of being a counselor and needing to know what people were thinking all the time. They were like leeches trying to bring out horrible memories and then they sucked them up for sustenance. He shuddered at the thought if that were true. Why was she so curious? She obviously knew that the report was a joke and yet, she stayed. McCoy wished that he had looked at her file more thoroughly.

McCoy turned his head upward off the desk so he could at least look at her while she spoke. He could owe her just a little bit of respect, but not much. "You didn't have to look into my mind. That was your error, counselor. I did nothing wrong. It was perhaps you who broke your own code?" He was trying to speak in an elegant way with words he would never use in daily conversation which sounded really wrong with his rash southern accent. The fact that she was getting ruffled about this in some sort of way egged him on to keep trying to get her to stop bothering him. He chose to ignore the accusation of his sexuality being tainted by the opposite sex. If he rose the issue, he would not stop ranting.

Again, he pictured her in a position, but this time another person was in the picture. Himself. She was probably blocking him out now that she knew what was in his horrible mind, but he still wanted to try. And to be honest, he liked the image more than he thought he would. McCoy never really thought that way anymore, but now that he was trying to just for the demise of the therapist, he quite enjoyed it. His pants started to get tighter than they already were. Damn pants. Do they really have to be so stuck to my skin? He thought to himself before enjoying the thought of her in his mind once more. His pants got tighter and tighter with each thought he was trying to convey to the counselor. His horrible plan was having a backfire. Glancing down at the tightness in his pants, he quickly scooted forward to try and hide himself under his desk when he realized why the pants kept shrinking. The thoughts subsided and he tried to think of other things to get himself to become less 'excited'.

She stood up and his head began to turn as she moved around his office until she was behind his desk, where his eyes couldn't follow. He just turned his head forward and stared at the empty beds of sickbay as she touched his shoulder gently, feeling it slide across the back of his neck to the opposite side of him. His body shuddered slightly and his eyes closed as he kept trying to think of images that would get him to get the firmness in his pants to go away. This wasn't helping at all, but he doubted she would report him if she found out. After all, she stuck her toe into the waves of his mind and now he felt that she would be sucked into the cyclone just from curiosity at what else he was thinking up. Should he still play this little game? If it meant not having to truly ask deep questions, of course. Opening his eyes, he stared at her as though he was saying 'game on'. He wasn't going to give up that easy if she wasn't going to either.


ooc: again, sorry it was kinda everywhere. this time, i was distracted. totally yell at me if it was confusing.

[cami]

Eva nodded but remained silent after his reply. She had a feeling this would be a man with a guilt complex. That wasn't necessarily a terribly bad thing, but from her experience, people like that rarely let go of certain things, and letting go was a crucial part of psycho therapy. "You know, I took an emergency medical class, like most cadets in the Academy, and one of the first things I remember my instructor telling me was: 'there are two simple rules when it comes to medicine. Rule number one is people die. Rule number two is no one can change rule number one.'" she paused, her face and voice solemn. She hadn't actually intended to get any actual counseling done, but she decided that if opportunity continued to arise, she'd go for it. It couldn't hurt and they both could benefit from it. "It's not pretty and it sure as hell isn't ideal, but it's the truth."

When he accused her of looking into his mind, she bit her lower lip. She knew she shouldn't have done that... damn her curiosity! It had never happened before. There was just something about him that almost seemed to increase her curiosity. "I like to think of it as more of a guideline than an actual code or rule." she replied. It was true. There was nothing that said "thou shalt not". It was more of an unspoken and universal courtesy. But that was only with professional clients. This was hardly a real counseling session. And besides... had had been thinking about her naked! Eva had to calm herself down before she opened her mouth to continue speaking, reminding herself not to let him get her too riled up. At least, not visibly.

It was a little odd to go back and forth between actual counseling and then playing mind games with the Doctor, but to say it wasn't intriguing would have been a lie. He was willing to fight her on almost every front by trying to get rid of her, yet he was also openly talking about his dealing with patients and the effect their deaths had on him. He was a curious man, that was for sure. As she locked gazes with him yet again, she noticed he had gotten that look on his face again. She had stopped invading the privacy of his mind for two reasons: one, it didn't really sit right with her and two, she wasn't sure she even wanted to know. Then again, to say that she wasn't curious would have been a lie. She squinted her eyes slightly, a small smile finding its way to her lips as she regarded him. "Something on your mind, Doctor McCoy?" she asked coyly.

Eva had felt him shudder slightly beneath her touch as she had walked by him and couldn't deny the rush it had sent through her to think she had such an effect on him. Well... perhaps "rush" wasn't the right word. As of this point in their... relationship, Eva wasn't sure how she felt toward the Doctor. On one hand, he was stubborn, cranky, and frustrating. On the other, he was intriguing, caring, and a challenge. She enjoyed a good challenge. Despite the fact that he may have frustrated her or made her uncomfortable with his less than chivalric thoughts, she felt as though she wouldn't be able to just stand up and walk away. There was something addicting about this man. Something undeniably and sickeningly addicting. So was dipping into his mind. Unable to help herself, she looked once again, not sure if she would want to see what she "saw". Nope.

"Doctor McCoy!" she yelped suddenly, her arms falling to her side and her fists clenched. "Stop it." she added. She hadn't expected to react this way, and after doing so, regretted it. She didn't want him to know he was getting to her, but what he was thinking! Not only was it inappropriate and crude, but it was... oddly, enough, not an altogether terrible thought. She stopped looking into his thoughts, but not just for the aforementioned reasons. She stopped because was long as he was naked in those thoughts, she didn't want to look because she didn't want to be thinking of him... that way. Now he was a temptation. She wanted to remain professional, but that wasn't going to be easy.

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[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

"I let it go...eventually." McCoy grumbled with a clenched jaw, realizing that he had been rambling before and praying he would never do it again. He remembered that rule and lived with it. When the previous chief medical officer on the Enterprise had died in the Romulan attack, he went forward and took his place without hesitation. It needed to be done and he wasn't going to spend time wallowing in himself when there was work that needed to be done. People that needed to be helped. He only thought about the previous events of the day when he was in bed and that is where he felt saddened by it for a while. He would eventually fall asleep and have to deal with similar instances the next day. He signed up for this and he wasn't going to give it up. McCoy saved more people then lost and without him, some people wouldn't be here today. This was his job and he was damn good at it. He raised his hand to his mouth and rubbed his chin and let his fingers rest on his lips, as if deep in thought. "I know that." He mumbled to her, his eyes lost in thought as he looked at nothing in particular.

When he spoke to her about breaking a rule, she seemed to get anxious. He hit a spot and she knew it. He looked at her almost as if you say 'gotcha'. She had her own mind tricks and he had his. "Well, counselor...Do you look into your patients minds often?" He asked her, giving her the same attitude she had been giving him after she read his thoughts. McCoy leaned forward and folded his fingers together as though he were the psychologist in this session and she was his prey. She would have to force him down and feed him a Centaurian slug in order for him to speak anymore deep thoughts. She was trying to screw him over by talking about his patients. They were one thing he was going to stand up for. Saying that he didn't care was unthinkable and just plain wrong. He wished he didn't speak up about it, but he had to get the facts straight. He needed to prove his position as a doctor.

Now they were having a staring contest, but to the power of ten. There were things you could do without moving that would get the other one to blink. This was an interesting new game he had found. Smiling right back to her, he tilted his head as though innocent and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Why don't you find out?" He egged her on to probe his mind just so she could see. His previous wife never knew how he felt about her and that is probably why she left him. This woman could look into his mind any time she wanted and that excited him so. There were no hidden waves that crossed the brain that she couldn't see. To others, that would be invasive, but in this instance with him, he welcomed it.

She finally gave in to her curiosity and peaked into the man's thoughts. They were obviously what a man would think of on any given moment of the day. Odd that this was the first time he had done so in years, but he wanted to show her that he meant business and he wasn't going to give in without a fight. The sly and devious look on her face turned into one of shock as she threw her arms down to her sides instead of letting them sit on his desk in a seductive manner. McCoy leaned back and started to laugh, something that was somewhat of a rarity in the man. "Stop yourself. You can't, can you? You can't resist it. You like seeing yourself like that. And me...don't you?" He rose an eyebrow with a devilish smirk, not expecting a real answer. This game had turned into one of a sexual nature for the two and now he wasn't afraid to show it. A tight pair of pants wasn't going to allow him to stop.

[cami]

When he had asked if she looked into her clients' minds often, she quickly shook her head. "No, I don't. It's an invasion of privacy, and they trust me. But you aren't an actual client... are you?" she asked, one eyebrow lifting. If he said no, than there was no breach in his privacy (well, there was, but it wouldn't bother her as much) and if he said yes, than he was stuck and would have to meet with her again. And from what she could tell, she didn't think he'd want that. This right here was a win-win situation for her, but not so much for him. She watched as he seemed to easily drop into the role of psychiatrist himself, his large hands clasped together. She gave a dry laugh. "You're not trying to steal my job, are you?"

She fidgeted as he accused her of being unable to help herself. It wasn't because of the fact that he was accusing her in the first place, but because he was right. She couldn't help herself. Eva had thought she had better control over her curiosity, but apparently not. And now that curiosity had gotten her into quite the predicament. She had closed herself off telepathically, determined not to screw anything else up further. She pursed her lips, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't give him any encouragement or put her in an even more uncomfortable position. Honestly, she didn't see a way out. No matter what she said, from the little she knew of him, she thought she could tell that he would probably twist it. So should she humor him and go along with it? Or leave, defeated and him thinking he won? The latter was not a very pleasant idea. She didn't want to have the reputation of giving up the moment things didn't go her way. And so, she decided to stick it out, at least a little longer.

"I couldn't help wondering why you had such a devious look on your face, no." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "But now that I know what's going on in that demented head of your's... trust me, I'll be able to keep myself from repeating the same mistake." She grinned and walked around to his side of the desk again, her posture composed once again. "And just so you know..." she set one hand down on the desk and leaned in close to him, "nothing going through your twisted little mind is even anywhere close to what I'm like in bed. Trust me." She practically whispered the last part, her black eyes staring intensely into his. He wasn't the only one who could play this game well. This wasn't the first time she had felt tension such as this with a man, and she guessed it wouldn't be the last. However, it had never happened in this sort of setting, but what started out as a practical joke of a counseling session was quickly turning into a battle of wills. Damn you, Jim.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy saw that trap and tried to avoid it with an indirect answer to it. "I don't want to be, but you were ordered to give me a psychoanalytic evaluation. If you go against your orders, you would be in trouble with the captain, but if it were up to me, I'd throw you over my shoulder and get rid of you myself." He mused to her with wide eyes and a gruff tone with somewhat of a smirk. He never really smiled, but this was actually quite fun in the way that he knew that smiling would rile her up a bit. "So I guess you're stuck with me, missy." He added as a last retort, barely opening his mouth to speak as he squeezed his own arm to try and keep from going bananas on this woman. Why did it have to be a woman counselor? A man would understand. Women had no idea how a man thought and knew that from a few years of experience with marriage to one.

"Being a doctor, I had to take a few counseling classes. If we didn't have you here, the crew would have to come to me and I'm sure they would prefer someone who doesn't pry into someone's business or better yet, their mind." He growled with an arched eyebrow, hoping that he was succeeding in making her feel stupid for even considering coming to him. McCoy needed a new best friend if his was trying to torture him with a counselor disguised as a beautiful woman. There were two separate sides that wanted to say different things and do different things. One was to yell and scare her half to death. One was to throw her on his desk and try to scare her in a sexual way. Either type, he wanted her to rethink coming to his office. The latter was something that would enjoy him though.

Rolling his eyes with a sarcastic smile, he threw his arms up into the air as though giving up trying to explain everything to her anymore. "I'm sure, counselor. Do you just acting stupid or are you really unintelligent?" He asked bluntly, leaning forward as though he were talking to her like she had mental issues, which he already thought she had anyway. "You just can't help needing to figure me out. I'm a huge puzzle for the history books, huh? It's really not that hard, counselor. I'm an angry old man that yells at anyone who even looks as his grass to get off his property. There. I just saved you some time in your life that you could have been using to practice your psychology bullshit on me. You're welcome." He scowled, even raising his lip like a dog would do in a threatening situation. "So now that you have all that free time, would you instead like to use it on coming to my quarters for dinner sometime?" Why the hell not? He had nothing better to do and she was the best damn looking woman on this damn ship anyway. "I'd like to figure out if you're better or worse than what I was thinking..." He whispered right back to her, narrowing his gray eyes for added effect.