I'm Not Afraid Of You

Obsessions

  "Are you obsessed with killing people, Mr. Gramm," Dr. Woods asked.
  Kidd grunted. This was their second session together and Dr. Woods wasn't any less intimidating. She walked in, waved off the guards, and began the interrogation. She was tough, but this only made Kidd more persistent. He smirked up at her.
  "Hello to you, too, Doc." Kidd spoke with a smile. "And no. I wouldn't call it an obsession. I says it's of a passion, like painting."
  "With blood?"
"Yes," Kidd replied cheerily.
  At this Dr. Woods took off her glasses. She folded them and set them gently in front of her. She leaned forward, her hands folded on the desk, and looked the psychopath in his eyes. He leaned forward, too, returning her stare. Dr. Woods narrowed her eyes and Mr. Gramm smirked.
  "You know, your little hobby has costed you your sanity and the lives of several innocent people," Dr. Woods challenged.
  "Oh, but you see," He said and tapped his temple three times. "I was born with a few loose screws. I was bound to lose my marbles. And as for my victims, I never killed an innocent person. Only people who were thought to be innocent."
  "What about Matthew Georges, father of of three? Or Jane Brunner, nobel prize nominee in computer science," Dr. Woods read out of the file." Sarah Bloom, widow, mother of four. Mayor Henry Green-"
  Kidd shook his head with a smirk. Then looked as if he had an idea. His smile became more devious.
  "I'll tell you what each one of them did, if you tell me your first name."
  She stared at him skeptically for a while. Kidd stared back with a charming smile. Dr. Woods sighed and crossed her arms.
  "Fine," Dr. Woods said irritatedly, and leaned back in her chair. Kidd just smiled like a small child who finally got everything they wanted.
  "Mayor Green was stealing money from the city. Miss Bloom killed her husbands. Sarah was embezzling money from the University she worked at, as well as small businesses. And Mr. Georges beat his children and his wife. When I killed him the eldest, who was eleven, thanked me,"he said with an I-told-you-so smile.
  "Huh, that makes some sort of sense. Okay, My name is Celeste​."
  "Celeste," he said as if tasting the name.
  "Mr. Gramm are you obsessed with... Helping people? If that's what you can call it." Celeste was eager to change the subject.
  "If by 'obsessed' you mean 'passionate', then yes. What, might I ask, are you passionate?"
  "If by passionate you mean 'obsessed' analyzing. Thinking of what would happen or what could happened. The choices given and the choices made."
  "Intricate," Kidd commented.
  "Do you have any other obsessions or habits. Good or bad, old or new?"
  "I used to smoke, but my hands got too tied up," Kidd wiggles violently in his straightjacket. "And I do have, um, a new one. It's lips. There's this one pair of lips that... that I wish I could touch and kiss. I just can't get my mind off of them," Kidd said as he drooled over Celeste.
  "And who do these enticing lips belong to, Mr. Gramm," she said not noticing how Kidd stared at her. She had her eyes trained on something in the folder.
  "Yours, Dr. Woods. Those full red lips of yours can drive a man mad with lust," he whispered to her.
  "Well then, it's a good thing I work with madmen already. When did you start smoking, Mr. Gramm," Dr. Woods said, changing the subject again.
  Kidd saw how she blushed. He saw how he made her flush. But he was being carful. He didn't want to press her. He was just as strategic as she was.
"I started when I was thirteen. I was captured and had to quite when I was twenty-three."
  He noticed that she always took notes, no matter what he said or did. She studied her other notes too. She always had her glasses in the middle of her nose.
  "If you could smoke now, would you?"
  "Yeah probably. You know, stress."
  Dr. Woods nodded. She, too, smoked cigarettes. And still does. She had to look away though. Some how her patient was affecting her. She couldn't look at him too long or she'll blush. You have him where you need him for now. Keep at it. Stick to the plan, she reminded herself.
  "Well, it's good that you're not smoking anymore. You mentioned being obsessed with my lips earlier? Would you say you are obsessed with me in general, Mr. Gramm?"
  "Oh, most definitely, Doc. I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Your lips, your skin, your eyes. It's like your wearing pheromones that filling my mind with thought of you."
  "Quite the sweet talker, aren't you," Dr. Woods said with the ghost of what could be a smile.
  "I'd say, I'm pretty charming. Not nearly as charming as you, though, love," Kidd said with a grin, biting his bottom lip.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Gramm. A suggestion: maybe try painting with paint and see what happens. That concludes our time Mr. Gramm. Allow me to walk you to the door," Celeste said quickly.
  She grabbed his arm and helped him up. Before she opened the door,  Kidd stopped in his tracks.
  "Thank you, Celeste. I find these sessions quite helpful," Kidd said softly.
  He bent down to kiss Celeste on the cheek. As he pulled away he paused at her face. Their lips centimeters apart. His light brown hair mixing with her darker brown hair.
  "I don't think this is very professional," Celeste said, her voice barely above a whisper. She did not dare look away from his lips. They were so close to hers, and he was so unpredictable
  "I'm crazy, remember?"
  Kidd closed the space between them. The kiss was soft and sweet. Celeste pulled away and smirked.
  "You really are crazy, aren't you."
  "I'm psycho, baby," Kidd said with a wide grin.
  Dr. Woods opened the door and handed Kidd to the guards. They took him away and as they rounded the corner, Kidd turned and winked at her. Her plan was definitely working.
  Then she grabbed all of her files and notes and went to meet Dr. Pelissier for lunch. She went to her office fist to put her stuff away and grab her purse. Then walked across the building to his office.
  I hope this isn't about the crush he has on me. That would be most awkward.
  Dr. Woods thought.