Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Rinker’s Office - Captain Niles Primrose comes to visit - When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future
Niles looked at his watch and felt a surge of annoyance that the man behind the door did not toss out whatever malingerer was lolling about on the couch blathering on about what made them sad. There were real issues going on and a broken heart of bruised ego did not come close to a real issue in his mind. The real issue was getting inside the heads of the people on the ship. He had the information from the prisoner designated Rogan from Della Marx’s session. She would be going down later to speak with the other male. Rinker had the report on the child. After today the only one left with being the last female. They had booked an hour session but Primrose only needed about two minutes. Just enough time for the man to hand over his therapy notes. Primrose would extend him the courtesy of yammering on for a bit about this Jessa but he really didn’t care. It wouldn’t matter in the end. The child was the most logical to break and Starfleet intelligence could break someone in far less time using puppets or painting pictures as these counselor’s tended to use.

Ten minutes later the door rolled open and Captain Niles Primrose strode through the door entering Rinker’s office. “Commander Rinker,” he announced as if the man was a cadet in school and not another seasoned officer. “I intend to keep this brief. Since you counselors love to toss up the old confidentiality clause when it suits your purpose I will accept you understand the importance of keeping this meeting between me and you. My superior’s will thank you and if you play ball there might just be a promotion in it for you.” Not asking, Primrose took a seat in the chair in the office.

Rinker looked at the door. How on earth didn’t he lock the damn thing. He shook his head slightly and then looked that the Captain. “Yes, a confidential clinical session… I understand.”

“Hello Captain, I do like promotions.” The was no evidence in any of the records that suggested he had any interest in promotions. “That why I left the position of Chief of Psychiatric Services - Star-Fleet Command.” He nodded.

Setting the Data chip on Rinker’s desk, Primrose slide it towards Rinker as if it were a drink. “I need you to upload everything you have on the fourth member of the four-person team that attacked the ship. I was going to send in my own people,” he leaned back waving his hand like he was doing Rinker a favor, “but thought I would save time.” Settling back Primrose looked around the office waiting for Commander Heathcliff Rinker to comply.

Captain Niles Primrose, Starfleet Intelligence

“I must officially protest and say I’m forced by ethical rules to have you to get a court order for my notes.” He started, “after you acknowledge my protest, and say I’m a Captain of Star-Fleet Intelligence, I don’t give a damn about your ethic rules, I’ll acquiesce.” He paused to let Niles follow his thinly veiled opportunity.

“I didn’t write a full report, don’t have enough data for that, but since its between you and me and this data stick you could send to anyone.” He slid the data chip into the port and copied his first note for Jessa. “I can give you everything I recorded in my session notes about prisoner 4.”

Patient J, First Session, Stardate 202112.01.
J entered my office escorted by security and IB. She was calm but displayed hypervigilance (sub clinical). We worked together to process her trust issues, conflicts W/SF, minimal progress. Left office calm, agreed to return if available.

“I’ll just put in my session log for you ‘that you requested that I violate Doctor - Patient privilege, under color of your authority as a Captain of Star-Fleet intelligence.’” He smiled.

“We have about 57 minutes left,” He leaned back in his chair. “Lets talk about how you don’t have any friends. Is it because you reject people first by being a jerk on purpose… or is just that you or so unlikable by trauma? Did your mother not love you?”

He fake polite question face and tone dissipated and his annoyance came out. “I mean does that,” He gestured at him, “ever work. I mean you didn’t even bother to read up about me before you tried this… stupidity. I’m not a resident who still wet behind the ears. I’ve been a psychiatrist a long time. Do you think I’ve never had my records subpoena-ed. You can’t get a drop of information out of me or my session notes unless I want you to.”

Rinker