Talk to Me! (Chris)

[Dr. Lahki Bakshi]

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Lahki spent the morning preparing her office. She had moved in a few weeks ago, and it was FINALLY to her liking. But she had a certain way she liked it for patients, so she started doing that routine. She cleaned the couch where they sat with a Chlorox wipe, just in case. In medical school, she had done a rotation in family medicine, so she was aware that disease-causing germs were EVERYwhere. She also got out some fresh plastic cups for water, and turned on the little space heater, since she got cold easily. On the table in front of the couch, she put a pen and legal pad-sometimes it was helpful for patients to draw or write out their thoughts than speak them. 

She settled into the large overstuffed armchair SHE preferred, and read through the file once more. She'd read it more throughly the night before. She had a list of questions for him...had he had therapy before? If so, what did he think of it? If he was coming in here with some preconcived idea based on a past bad experience, it would make her job much more difficult. Finally, she flagged a few things in his file, and then stood. She put her now-empty tea mug down on her desk, and moved to the door. 

With a quick flick of the wrist, she stuck her head out of the door. A slight Southern accent fell from her lips as she spoke. 
b] SSA Morgan?! Christopher. It's time...

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[SSA Christopher Morgan]

After all the killers he'd put behind bars, ghosts he'd put to rest and good he'd done by taking evil out of the world, Chris still found himself in yet another Bureau Psych office waiting for his appointed time to which he'd walk in and be analyzed. He found it rather strange how an agent educated with the same major that he'd had in college would be trying to study him for some reason. It was no secret to him that other agents and even his own superiors found him strange in how he did things, though the young agent didn't feel that it was grounds for a psychological evaluation.

Apparently Hotch had thought differently and set an appointment up to which Chris had no choice but to go. He had sat waiting for what felt like an eternity, but had really been just over ten minutes but the urge to go out for a smoke was about to kill him just about as badly as his fortune that morning. Before leaving his apartment for work, he'd seen it in the clouds as clear as plate glass: a lion pouncing on a gazelle. He found the symbolism to mean that, at some point in that day, he was going to have to make a choice whether to be the hunted or the hunter.

After the psych came to the door and called for him, Chris turned his head and rested a finger to his temple thinking aloud but in a hushed tone, "It's time... she makes it sound as if I'm headed for my execution, but with a smile. Strange. Still, I find it odd how the BAU employs nothing but beautiful women. Not one wart-faced, overweight elderly one in the bunch. Amazing... just amazing..."

He then lowered his hand and came to his feet, making his way over toward the door, formerly introducing himself to her once inside. "SSA Christopher Morgan. Please, call me Chris - that's what everyone calls me."

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WEARING! Click
TAGS! Lahki
NOTES! i'm sure she's seeing why he was referred lol
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[Dr. Lahki Bakshi]

Lahki watched carefully as Chris stood. She could tell off the bat by someone's stance, and the way they walked. If it was with confidence-shoulders back, head high, and an open torso-she knew her job would be easier-confident people had less (though not "no") need for her skills. On the other hand, if they were slumped in the chair, or, on the other side, rigid, and walked with a slump, their shoulders down, head down, and arms held close to the body-indicated a lower self esteem, and set off warning bells. Chris seemed to be more in the first category. Great.

After she called out for him, and he stood, he began to walk toward her. Then something caught her attention. He started talking to himself.

t's time... she makes it sound as if I'm headed for my execution, but with a smile. Strange. Still, I find it odd how the BAU employs nothing but beautiful women. Not one wart-faced, overweight elderly one in the bunch. Amazing... just amazing... HMM. An agent who talked to himself. Either his IQ was so high that he needed to talk aloud, like Dr. Reid, to better organize his thoughts, or else he was bat-shit crazy. Either way, she would flag that for his file.

She smiled more as he approached. He spoke directly to her this time.

SSA Christopher Morgan. Please, call me Chris - that's what everyone calls me. SHe nodded, and extended her right hand for a handshake.

Dr. Lahki Bakshi. You can call me whatever you like.[/color] She indicated the couch for him.

You may sit here, or you can stand, or whatever you like. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. She placed the "busy" sign on her door, and shut it behind her. Maintaining patient privacy was of utmost importance to her.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

The profiler nodded at her introduction then glanced at her hand for a moment then shook. Chris wasn't normally a shake hands kind of guy unless it was over an agreement of some sort in which his word was his bond. Still, he felt that he should at least be decent and return the gesture before moving on into the office. He took note of how it was decorated and arranged, rubbing his chin briefly trying to gather his thoughts about how he would have decorated it to suit his own tastes; he realized he wouldn't have done much different than the doctor did and the room made him feel more comfortable than other Bureau Psych offices that he'd been in while in Washington.

"Dr. Lahki Bakshi," he stated turning to face her, "a very Indian name. It suits you." He then moved over to the couch and took a seat. He suddenly recalled the movies and television shows that he'd seen which had the patient lying down telling the psychiatrist about their home lives as a child. There wasn't much for him to tell in regards to his own childhood given they moved around so much and his father was usually away on assignment with his religious mother raising his sister and he. Their home was strict and ever-changing but he never doubted his parents' love.

"If I may, Dr. Lahki Bakshi, this is unnecessary," he finally stated matter-of-factly, "I had a psych eval before coming to the BAU from D.C. and did well. I also passed the yearly polygraph. I won't lie to you, I hated that thing. Sitting in a chair with wires strapped to me for hours put me in mind of being in The Matrix. Except I'm the agent." He paused and reached up to tap his chin in thought with a furrowed brow, muttering to himself, "Maybe I should invest in a pair of sunglasses..."

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WEARING! Click
TAGS! Lahki
NOTES! and the movie tangent begins
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[Dr. Lahki Bakshi]

Lahki was busy taking mental notes as she observed Chris. He seemed a mix of seasoned professional and little boy. Most men were. She knew this, but to her as a professional, it indicated that there was pain below a tough-to-crack surface. Maybe she would be successful. Maybe not. Time would tell, and hopefully it would tell in her favor. She was just here to help. She didn't wish to be a bane to anyone, nor to cause undue stress and anxiety on a person. Her last patient, the young TA that worked with the Bureau, usually left a ball of nerves. That girl had some serious issues, but Lahki saw light at the end of the tunnel. WOuld the same hold true for this agent?

She let him talk. His words, the vocabulary he chose, the tone of voice, and emotions therein would tell her much.

Dr. Lahki Bakshi,a very Indian name. It suits you. She nodded, and settled into the armchair across from him.

Thank you. I have always liked it. You are here for your intake interview. Now, from now on, you may see me any time you like, on self-referral. Otherwise, I will see you once a year for your annual Psych eval, or on an as-needed basis, if your Unit Cheif deems it necessary. Ok? Also, whatever you choose to tell me is confidental. It will not leave this room, beyond any mentions of suicide or homicide, ok? I am duty-bound to report only those things. It was true. Lahki carried with her many secrets, some of which could devaste the entire West if reavealed. But she didn't say a word to anyone, except sometimes to Tuna and Luna, since they wouldn't repeat it.

She let him continue.

If I may, Dr. Lahki Bakshi, this is unnecessary,I had a psych eval before coming to the BAU from D.C. and did well. I also passed the yearly polygraph. I won't lie to you, I hated that thing. Sitting in a chair with wires strapped to me for hours put me in mind of being in The Matrix. Except I'm the agent.

Lahki nodded again. She understood those things.

I know. But it's protocol. Believe me, I read your last psych eval. I think it's too soon myself. However, I noticed that you keep referring to me by my full name. May I ask why? She was curious.

Maybe I should invest in a pair of sunglasses... Lahki shook her head.

That look wouldn't suit your features. Aviator styles might, though. She gathered that Chris talked to himself out of habit-it was a good way to keep people at arm's length. Maybe he would tell her about it if she played along.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

While Lahki moved to her place in the room, Chris found himself looking around admiring the décor in more detail. It was a collection of various items but all of them seemed to be of the same theme unlike his apartment which was a collection of random oddities that he collected when in the field. The only truly normal things in his house, other than the furniture, was the basketball in his living room floor that had one the all-state championship at his high school years ago. He still played with it from time to time but normally kept it near the computer desk in the living room as a lucky charm of sorts like the saint on his keychain. While most people didn't buy into superstitions or the paranormal, he'd seen and heard things in his life even before the Bureau that would make even the most die hard skeptic a believer. He felt his lucky charms, coffee, and fortunes helped him close cases as well as keep him safe but even he was still looking for that one undeniable sign aliens existed. Of course, he didn't plan to tell anyone about that as he was given enough hell by being called Creepy Morgan at the Academy.

The young agent nodded in response to her words on how things were going to go and his purpose for being there. He hated seeing psychiatrists as it was too close to looking at himself in a mirror rather that he was looking at himself mentally as opposed to physically which could be trouble. His job required him to delve into the minds of the worst psychopaths on the planet and understand their motivations to do what they do which made for a terrible existence if he dwelled on it. The young man's tendency to avoid psychiatric exams was his means of avoiding reflection of the topic of the killers he'd either killed or put behind bars. He replied calmly, understanding what she'd said. "Very well. But if I may... given my profession and those I deal with, if I felt the need to commit murder as they do or otherwise, it wouldn't be wise to tell someone bound by oath to tell the authorities. Aside from that, I would never dream of suicide. It's just too cowardly. All in all, this is going to be the most boring hour of both our lives, Dr. Lahki Bakshi."


"Sure," he stated before following up with a soft shrug, "it's my way of remembering names. If I recite the full name and title enough, it will sink in fully within a day or two as well as the job that individual performs. I do it with suspects, too while memorizing features, vehicle description, license plate, certain tells about them. It may not seem normal, but it's just my way of doing things."

Chris, instinctively, raised a finger as he retorted with his classic, less-than-charming wit that most women found to be atrocious. "Perhaps, but I never did specify the type of sunglasses I should invest in, only that I should. Besides, if I were to wear those like in the movie, I'd be risking copyright infringement."

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WEARING! Click
TAGS! Lahki
NOTES! none
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[Dr. Lahki Bakshi]

Lahki was in full-on observation mode. She was watching Christopher closely, using her training and skills to evalute the fitness of this man for service. So far, his body language indicated sanity. His speech patterns were a bit alarming, though.

Very well. But if I may... given my profession and those I deal with, if I felt the need to commit murder as they do or otherwise, it wouldn't be wise to tell someone bound by oath to tell the authorities. Aside from that, I would never dream of suicide. It's just too cowardly. All in all, this is going to be the most boring hour of both our lives, Dr. Lahki Bakshi. Lahki just nodded. It wasn't likely. Apparently, this Agent Morgan had never taken an Actuary class. THAT was the most boring hour of her life for an entire semester.

Ok. I respect that sentiment. But for the rest of the hour, humor me. I DO need to send a report to your Unit Chief, and the Bureau dislikes it when I put that an agent was uncooperative, no matter the reason...ok? She smiled, but she was serious. They got to work then. Chris humored her and told her why he spoke out her full name.

Sure...it's my way of remembering names. If I recite the full name and title enough, it will sink in fully within a day or two as well as the job that individual performs. I do it with suspects, too while memorizing features, vehicle description, license plate, certain tells about them. It may not seem normal, but it's just my way of doing things. Lahki nodded, and notated. Whatever worked.

I am all for mechanisms that help you do your job, Agent Morgan. If it helps, then continue on. Who am I to decide what is normal? I simply asked out of curiosity. Also, it could indicate some sort of mental issue, or memory loss problem. It's best to weed those out early on. She didn't think that was one of the issues at hand today.

Morgan continued.

Perhaps, but I never did specify the type of sunglasses I should invest in, only that I should. Besides, if I were to wear those like in the movie, I'd be risking copyright infringement.Lahki nodded.

You're right, you didn't specify, but you mentioned Shaft, so I assumed that you meant that type. And I am not sure it's copyright infringement, unless, of course, you actually BECOME Shaft. I think it's fine, Agent. But DO check out the aviators.... She made a second note to follow up with him about his random TV reference. Now, it was time to do some serious work.

So. It's your first day. Do you have any reservations so far? Anything that seems odd, or out of place to you? She was sure to ask open, leading questions to better get to know him.