Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Rinker’s Office - Captain Niles Primrose comes to visit - When the past doesn’t match the present…or the future

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.

“Oh,” Primrose looked at him a bit perplexed. Since the immediate job he had intended to dangle for bait no longer seemed enticing he offered the only thing that would sweeten the deal and ensure compliance. “Well, then you can return as Captain Rinker Chief of Psychiatric Services for Star-Fleet Command.” Having gotten the payment out of the way, now Rinker can pay the bill.

Setting the Data chip on Rinker’s desk, Primrose slid 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.

“Excellent,” Niles smiled broadly. Leaning in as if he and Rinker were close friends he added in a frustrated tone, “you have no idea how infuriating this crew can be. No one had anyone’s back here on the crew. It’s that Kelly,” he rolled his eyes. “She is preventing this crew from the greatness our esteemed benefactor Admiral Perkins could grant them. Glad you have the sense and intelligence to play ball.” He pointed his finger like a gun and made a clicking sound at Rinker with a wink. “You are destined for great things. I can see it.” A novice therapist could see the man in front of Rinker believed every slippery word escaping his mouth. “A team player through and through. Even though you kept me waiting, I think we will be good friends in the very near future. Now tell me about this fourth person.” The man seemed to be practically salivating at the idea of hearing what Rinker was going to say.

“I didn’t write a full report, don’t have enough data for that, but since it’s 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.”

“Of course it would be between me and you,” Niles propped his feet up on the edge of Rinker’s desk “I mean we can’t be held liable for a data breach or someone accidentally,” he air quoted the last word, “misplacing it. Lucky or unlucky,” he let out a deep, satisfied laugh, “for us these damn things all look alike…am I right?” Working with this Rinker was a walk in the park and so unlike the rest of the crew. As he watched Rinker comply with his request he decided why stop with one set of records. The man seemed affable enough. “You know while you’re at it… download everything you have on Captain Bordeaux. Never know when a little leverage comes in handy.”

Taking the PaDD Rinker passed over so he could review the information Captain Niles Primrose wore a smug, satisfied smile.

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.

“Nah leave off that last part,” Niles blew off Rinker’s comment as if Rinker was asking if the statement was needed or not. About twenty seconds later the smile turned into a frown.

“What and I supposed to do with this,” he threw the PaDD back on Rinker’s desk.

“I need details,” he leaned forward in his seat. “What are her triggers? What will force her to be compliant? Can she be controlled? I am here to determine if she is the best candidate for cooperation and that ain’t in your report,” Niles rattled off everything that was not mentioned in the report stabbing at the screen with his finger. “Apparently the human male that goes by the name Rogan is psychotic or psychopathic or something but probably not our best candidate for debriefing. We don’t know about the other female but some on name ensign by the name of Dorothy or Debbie or Darla,” Niles fumbled Della’s name. “She thinks the other male is sociopathic or schizophrenic. Either way, he might not play ball so we are focusing on which female we can get to play ball with the least amount of time and effort.”

Leaning back in his seat, Niles let out a small huff of annoyance. “Since you didn’t get around to putting something useful like that in your report you can just tell me,” he motioned with a gesture for Rinker to start talking.

“We have about 57 minutes left,” He leaned back in his chair. “Let’s 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?”

“What,” he blinked twice. “I grew up in a perfectly wonderful home with mother. I don’t have many friends because it is hard for most to understand how my mind works. The price of being a genius I guess.” Niles missed the sarcasm in Rinker’s comment completely. “People have always been jealous of my natural leadership qualities,” he replied with utter conviction in his voice.

“Now Heathcliff,” Niles adjusted his bulk in the seat. “If you could just give me the rundown on what we need.” A first-year clinician would see that the choice of pronoun from I to we indicated Niles had no idea Rinker was not on board with the agenda Primrose had conceived. “Oh but before you do, why don’t you pop on over and rustle us up something to drink and maybe a sandwich or two. I missed lunch. Ian Bordeaux informed me that the officer’s mess was being renovated so I was going to have to eat with the crew. Can you even imagine,” he let out a hefty laugh like Rinker just told a joke. “Eating with the crew.”

His 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 for 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

“Exactly,” Primrose hit the table with his palm. “That is exactly the kind of hutzpah response we are looking for. Keep it up. I really love the way you referenced the whole subpoena thing. For the record, we did look into it and you are like an iron gate with magnalocks. Ain’t no one getting past you and this confidentiality thing,” he twirled a finger about like the notion of confidentiality was a field surrounding them that could be turned on and off. “Now about my questions and that sandwich?”

Niles Primrose