A/N: Helllooo! Welcome to my story, do stay for a while. So I'm really excited about this story and well I have no idea where I'm headed with it, but it will have loads of dark theme, funny themes, sexy themes (;, and all around! So give this story a chance and review!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING except for the busty, blonde Secretary and the unfortunate soul of Jane Castillo. Good day

"Can I help you?" A blonde woman nasally asked, popping her gum in the process.

The young woman who approached the secretary flinched away at the sudden pop, "I'm the new intern for Dr. Crane..." She looked around briefly, "I've had an interview with him some time last week."

The secretary watched her with bored eyes before picking up the phone attached to a cord, punching in a number. She put the phone between her slim shoulder and looked up at the new intern, "You can have a seat..." She nodded her head to the vacant seats before returning to the phone call, and popping another loud bubble.

Jane Castillo hurried over to the seat, head down. She plopped down, glancing over at the blonde secretary.

"Yes, Dr. Crane. There is a woman here-claims to be your intern. Uh-Huh. Okay, I'll send her up." The secretary promptly set the phone on back on the receiver and arched a delicate eyebrow over at the young woman, "Well? You know where his office is." She almost felt sorry for the brunette girl for going to have to deal with the director of the asylum. almost.

Jane gathered her belongings and made her way to the elevator, not sparing a glance at the blonde. She tapped the level the doctor was on and made her way to his office, which was all the way to the end of the dark hallway. As she made her way to the office she delved in her thoughts of back home. Right now her mother was probably watching Family Feud with her brother and dad. Luck bastards.

It wasn't very hard landing a job here. Word got a around that inmates were escaping once or twice a week, orderlies were becoming corrupt with bribes, and the financial debt was a huge problem. Hospitals weren't supposed to be taxed. right? She got a call back from the doctor not over a week, congratulating her on her new position as intern. Jane supposed that the internship at the asylum would look good on a future resume when herself becomes a licensed psychiatrist.

When she came face-to-face with the wooden door, she was hesitant to knock. She hadn't came all this was to coward out of this. She knocked twice. There was no answer. She raised her hand to know again, but a irritated voice stopped her,

"Come in."

She gingerly creaked open the door, allowing her to peek inside,

"I don't bite, Miss. Casillo."

His voice shocked her as she fully opened the door, allowing herself in,

"I-I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. Kinda nervous..." She stood awkwardly by the door, soothing down her pencil skirt.

Jonathan nodded and gestured to a chair in front of his desk, "No worries. Please have a seat."

Jane shuffled to the chair, feeling his eyes on her every move. Now not only was she nervous, she was self conscious. Jane quickly reassured herself she already got the position, so there was nothing to worry about. But this guy gave her the creeps.

Johnathan stared blankly at the young woman, his fingers clasped together; judging. She was nothing special. Brown, almost black hair, green eyes; which sparkled with anticipation, and a slight baby face. He had seen more spectacular woman. His eyes looked her up and down, soaking every detail about his new intern. The way she seat indicated that she did hold herself high, and the way she twitched clearly indicated she was nervous. He let a microscopic smirk appear. He was definitely going to have fun with this one.

"So, uh do you need me to do anything, Dr. Crane?" Her voice knocked him out of his daydream. Her voice. It was hesitant, but held a certain passion to it. He wondered what her screams sounded like.

He looked over at Jane, "Yes. I have an appointment at 10 o'clock, so you will need to tidy up around here," He gestured around the space, "As you see, I'm far too busy for such petty tasks. That's why I'm leaving it up to you." He stood from the leather chair and pushed it under the desk, "Any questions?" When he didn't get an answer he simply smiled, "Good. I'm expecting it to be taint-less when I get back, which will will be around twelve o'clock." With that he closed the office door and left Jane to her clustered thoughts.

Clean his office? Clean his office?! Did she look like some damn janitor, or secretary? She took the position as intern for experience, not to clean some jerks' office. Her eyes scanned the office with disgust. He wanted her to clean this by twelve o'clock? Was he insane? She probably wouldn't be able to clean it if she had a week to do so. Files littered the desk, pencils were scattered around, and not to mention she ad no idea where to put the files at.

She picked up the first file her eyes landed on. It read Henry Romos. She looked towards the door to make sure it was closed, then back at the wrinkled file. She fought with the angel and demon on her shoulders, deciding whether she should open it or not, the demon clearly winning. Curiosity had the best of her as she cracked open the file and gazed at the papers before her in disbelief and horror,

Patient Name: Henry Romos- Age:42 Weight:130 Height:5'7

Brief Description:

Henry Romos, Father to Angelica Romos and David Romos, was recently divorced from his late wife, Mary Romos, maiden name Ryan. Henry suffered from a psychotic episode which lead him to murdering his wife and son. Henrys' daughter; Angelica, survived and is now being held in protection service. She suffers from depression and panic disorder, but is not showing any major psychotic disorders.

Jane flipped to the next page that was stapled to the back,

Patient Progression

Henry shows little to no sign of recovering from his sickness. He constantly babbles about his family, saying how they visit him every day. I assure him that they are nothing but hallucinations. He denies and babbles on about other pointless subjects. His also seems to suffer from insomnia, paranoia, and has the idea that the 'devil' is inside of him. The medicine I have prescribed to him has clearly taken no effect on him, so I will be testing my Fea-"

"Miss. Casillo, would you mind telling me as to why you are digging through my private research?" Jonathans' icy cold voice froze her on the spot, "Find anything you find of interest?" He questioned calmly.

Her breath hitched as she wheeled around to face the looming doctor, " I-I'm sorry, Dr. Crane! I-I was just cleaning and I just s-saw the folder and was trying to figure out where to put it!" She stuttered out a lame excuse.

Great first day and I already butchered the job. Good going Jane. Her voice in her head groaned.

Jonathan glared at her behind his thick rimmed glasses, "Miss. Casillo, I do not appreciate you snooping around my office. You would not appreciate me giving you the same treatment." The last thing he needed was some nosy intern poking around while he wasn't even gone for five minutes.

She sucked in a sharp breath, "I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. I don't know what came over me, it was totally inappropriate of me to snoop around...It wont happen again." Her face burned bright with embarrassment, "I swear."

Jonathan took her pleading into consideration, "It better not, or you will have to look elsewhere for a position as intern," Jonathan took the folder from her quivering hands, "I do not take melding lightly, Miss. Casillo. You are grown and should know this by now, I presume?" He placed the folder in a file cabinet before grabbing his suitcase; the reason he had come back. He turned to Jane, "Alphabetical order. Not one out of place or you can start looking at other hospitals. Good day." He slammed the office door, causing her to jump.

She sighed, looking around the out of order office. This was going to be a long day.

By the time she was done sorting out everything, her fingers felt as if they were bite to the core from paper and her nervous chewing. She had placed every single folder in order, placed all pens and pencils in the cup that rested alongside his computer, and even dusted. Now his office was as boring as ever. She had noticed earlier he had no pictures of friends, family, or even pets. He did seem pretty isolated.

She sat on the chair that was seated looking towards the desk, and flipped through three magazines that were conveniently stored by the cushioned chair, Forever seventeen:Gossip Deluxe! She she hesitated before opening the glossy magazine, hating herself

I'm twenty four for god sake! But she couldn't put down the magazine, she was a sucker for gossip.

After a good hour of mindlessly flipping through the different magazines, the office door opened revealing a red headed woman. She looked towards the doctors' desk then back to Jane, "Hello, you must be Dr. Cranes' new intern," She walked towards Jane and extended her hand, "I'm Dr. Cassidy. But call me Sarah."

Jane shook hands with the doctor, "I'm Jane. You can call me Jane." She gave a friendly smile.

The young doctor laughed slightly, "It's nice to see some humor around here for a change."

"I'm glad I could help, doc."

Sarah smiled before she mentally face-palmed her,"Oh- I almost forgot," She shuffled some files handing them carefully to Jane,"These are the case files for, Victor Zsasz. Would you mind giving them to Dr. Crane for me?"

"No problem."

"I'm glad to hear that. I would give them to him myself...but I'm busy right now with a patient at the time." The intercom crackled to life above their heads," Dr. Cassidy, You are needed in the secure unit; minimum security."

Sarah sighed, "That's my cue. I will see you later Jane, good luck with Dr. Crane...he can be a handful at times," She gave her a quick, chaste smile,"I hope to bump into you soon." Jane didn't get to reply before Sarah hurried off to the secure unit; one place Jane was eager to visit.

Dr. Crane wouldn't be back for another half hour so she busied herself looking through his drawers. She couldn't help the temptation at being nosy. She found nothing of interest besides a couple of pencils, pens, and neatly stacked paper. How could he sit in here all day with nothing to do. Perhaps all of his patients kept him busy.

She sat in her previous chair, nodding off. So this is the intern life? How boring. Her brother described being the best thing ever; free food, experience, and you got to do nothing. She should have paid a bit more attention a the last part.

When Dr. Crane come back from his uneventful appointment with a rambling schizophrenic, he found Jane sprawled rather awkwardly on the chair, sleeping peacefully.

He rolled his eyes at the girls' manners. If she wasn't his intern he would of fed to Killer Croc. He would have to keep her alive.

For now. The scarecrow sneered in his head.

Johnathan smirked at Scarecrows eagerness for the kill, Now, Now you'll have to wait awhile. Then we can try out our new toxin

The Scarecrow cackled I like your thinking, doc.

With that Scarecrow was silenced, and Jonthan was left with the girl in front of him.

What do you fear, Miss. Casillo?