Jeff X psychologist! Reader

Part 4
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You mull over the paper work in front of you. Sighing you lean back in your black office chair and run your fingers through your HC hair, pushing it back. Looking at the stacks of paper your reminded of the scene in Bruce Almighty where Bruce opens the filing cabinet. Laughing a little you cant help but think of how Jeff's paperwork could fill up that filing cabinet. You had to admit, you were impressed with his work. He sure gave the cops a run for there money. Your glee quickly faded- he was going to be a tough nut to crack. You see, you liked to play a little game. You where truthful to all of your patients when you told them that nothing of what they said was documented. You where also truthful when you told them that they can ask questions and you wouldn't ask them anything to do with there file but what you didn't tell them was what you where doing whilst rehabilitating them.

Your game was simple really. You weren't going to ask them anything about themselves or there file you where going to gain there trust, there friendship and get them to tell you information out of there own freewill. You weren't going to give the information away, no, you just liked the satisfactory feeling of knowing something that no one else knew- to own a little dirty secret. Smirking to yourself you laugh lightly and return your gaze to the paperwork.

Chirping noises echo in your home office, your attention shifts to the hanging bird cage in the far comer of the small room. The Shrike hops from perch to perch. You smile as you remember the reason why you own such a plain looking bird. Whilst some might have colourful macaws or budgies you where much more interested in the behavior of the bird. that's why you owned a Shrike. Shrikes impale there prey. They even had a Latin name which meant 'Butcher'. they where smart, manipulative birds and that's why you liked them. Turning your attention to your computer monitor you watch as jeff shuffles about in front of the shelves before grabbing a book and looking it over. You where watching him from a hidden camera in the ceiling. You also had a 'call' button that corresponded to a certain key on your computer. It was incase Jeff did something he shouldn't when those idiots back at the asylum where meant to be watching him but weren't. the button immediately called for security- it came in handy more times than you would think. Smirking as you watched him return back to his bed with the book you mutter, barely audibly.
" A caged bird will never sing. So lets see how much freedom we can give him"