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

[cami]

Eva rolled her eyes at his comment of throwing her over his shoulder and "getting rid of her". "How neanderthalic of you." she muttered quietly. She noted he was smiling more, even if it was simply a sneer or a smirk. He was having fun, wasn't he. Here she was trying to keep up a certain level of professionalism and he was having the time of his life messing with her, the asshole. What was it with this guy? She had never had such a relationship with anyone else. Neither friend, nor foe, nor lover admittedly, had ever made her feel the way she felt right now. And she wasn't completely certain if that was a good thing or not. On one hand, it was refreshing and exciting. She enjoyed a good challenge and something different from the routine. And this "session" was anything but routine. However, he was also frustrating her and backing her into a corner, which was didn't like. Basically, he presented a challenge that she wasn't so sure she could "win". Then of course there was the fact that, even though she would probably never admit it to him aloud, he excited her.

Eva laughed. So he thought he'd be better suited for the job? She didn't think so. She didn't have ten years of schooling behind her for nothing. She knew he was probably only being sarcastic, but she'd almost had enough of her job being underestimated, unappreciated, and disrespected. If it weren't for her, well, she could think of a few names off the top of her head of people who may have committed suicide. "Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd become a regular Dear Abby for these people. I'd love to see you try my job for one day. And before you get any ideas, I'd immediately say no. I don't want to subject this crew to whatever your idea of psychotherapy is, just like you wouldn't dare let me near a scalpel. " She paused and then threw a look at him that seemed oddly similar to the way a child sneered and teased another. "You'd probably just picture them all naked, anyway."

"You know, you're right about one thing." she continued, her voice still at a low volume. "I do find you interesting. You intrigue me, Doctor, because I've never had someone who so obviously needs my help refuse it and try to get rid of me by playing sick fantasies in their head for me to look at. You're a curmudgeon, yes, and an ass, but one thing you are not is boring." She chuckled. "If you wanted to get rid of me, you really should have just been boring and stereotypical. But now you've caught my interest." She turned herself so her back was toward the desk and her side toward him, leaning up against his desk with an attitude that she owned the place. She reached and grabbed her file on him, along with a copy of his counseling orders and her own evaluation form. She plucked a pen off of his desk and started writing, a grin spreading across her features.

"As for dinner... well, since you've been so nice how can I refuse?" she replied, her voice dripping in feigned sweetness. "However, I'm afraid I don't sleep with anyone after just one counseling session. But you're in luck, Doc. See, I'm getting some very controlling and sociopathic vibes from you. I dare say you're going to need to see me again." she paused and glanced over at him with a grin. "Trust me, I can make this happen." She continued writing on her evaluation form, drawing from little tidbits of his personality and what she knew about him to get enough for a solid request of continued counseling. Although normally people sought her out on their own, she had the ability to request (though it was more like 'ordering', seeing as how they rarely got denied) certain cases come to her. Oh, he'd regret ever being nasty to her, she'd make sure of that. She ripped off the client end of the paper which held the "order". "Here you are, Doctor McCoy. Don't try and weasel out of this, either. I have friends in some high places. I expect we'll be seeing each other again very soon. Your place or mine?"

Victory. At least, that's what she was beginning to think. She wondered briefly why she was subjecting herself to more of this emotional torture. Then again, to say that part of her wasn't enjoy this would be a complete lie. "Oh, and by the way..." she started, looking as though she was about to leave before leaning back over toward him, making it so her face was incredibly close to his. "If you're a good little doctor, maybe I'll let you find out just what I'm like when off duty." She stayed there for a second or two before pulling away and heading toward the door.

OOC| Feel free to stop her if you want. xD Or we can wrap it up and start another one of their second encounter? -shrug- Up to you, m'dear. <3

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

"I'm sure you'd enjoy being 'swept off your feet' in a manner of speaking." McCoy said back in a mild southern drawl, not so quietly as she had been speaking. "But I'm willing to offer that to you in a not so Prince Charming sort of way." She came in here, trying to act like she was going to do some serious counseling, but now she was off on her own personality instead of one she had to display for all of her clients. He essentially rid her of acting as though she were a puppet on strings. He of all people would know how to act like himself and still do a good job with work. She would appreciate him later and maybe go up into her own mind and tarnish it a little with thoughts of the doctor, but he was hoping too much. In a way, he was trying to get her to open up to him by revealing herself, his own counseling technique.

"You deserve a spanking, counselor." He sneered, not at all meaning it in the sexual way that most adults would use it for. The way she was looking reminded him of a child that needed to be punished and taught a lesson. He didn't find it fair that he had a title of Chief Medical Officer and he couldn't do anything to order her around. Wasn't Psychology apart of Medicine in a way? He was trying to find a way in his mind, but nothing would come. He really didn't have a problem giving other people attitude, but when he got a taste of it, he got crotchety. McCoy didn't care that he was being hypocritical. It was all about him in an argument and everyone should agree or he would start to rant. She could probably sense this in her little morbid counseling seminar that she was setting up with him. "Do I sense a bit of jealousy, counselor? Don't worry. I only save that part of my thoughts for you." He spat back, teasing her as though she really cared for him.

McCoy smirked, pressing his arms against himself even tighter as though he were going to squeeze the breath out of his own body. It would be a good reprieve to be rid of her. And if he couldn't ask her to leave, he would leave her in a matter of speaking. Now why hadn't he thought of that before? Leaving? Perhaps the fact that he wasn't about to leave his own office in order to get away from someone and he was stubborn about that sort of thing. "Thank you for the compliment." The rest of the things that were meant as insults in that little speech were things he had all heard before. The things that were either kind or neutral toward him got his attention. Even though he was poisoning the relationship between the two from the very beginning, it was true that she couldn't help herself from being whisked away by his interesting personality.

It was just a habit to keep paper around for some people. They probably found it more of a release than typing in letters one by one on a tiny electrical pad. She took this pad of paper as though it were her own and started scribbling things upon it with a horrible smile that he was afraid to figure out the purpose of. Raising his eyebrow in interest, he leaned forward in attempts to glance at what she was writing. She took him off guard when she started to speak to him again. With the way she was successfully bantering with him, he couldn't help but be thrilled by the woman. Disgusted by her job, but excited about her. "Damn. And I was looking forward to you coming into my quarters all ready and naked just like I pictured." Again he tried to get her shaken up by his blunt words. He knew that he would have trouble keeping himself busy after his encounter with her. "Well now I'm getting my hopes up for the next damn session." He said in a unique tone. He was both being sarcastic and genuine and it was hard to tell which tone was coming out through his mouth, even for him. McCoy could tell there was some obvious sexual tension between the two, no matter if they were conversing about it as though it were fake or not. It was there in any aspect.

The doctor held out his hand and took the order, glancing over it before looking up at her with intense gray eyes. "Well if it is your god damn orders, I guess I have no other choice." He would have anyway, just to bicker with her some more. "Mine. I invited you, remember? It would be rude if I invited myself to yours." That last bit was a joke, he was already being rude to her enough. It seemed in her eyes, she thought she had won this battle, but who had the date with the counselor? He would have to tell Jim that his practical joke was a misfire. She leaned forward and he had a huge urge to kiss her and get it over with, but he kept to himself, knowing that he had more chivalry on this ship then most people did. "Unclothed, I hope." He chipped after her with a grin before she decided to make her grand exit. McCoy wasn't that much of a dog. He was more giddy for their date than anything else he had going on in his life right now.

OOC: I'm antsy and want them to have their little date/session thing. XD