Was Markovic Pierce Born Sick?

Chapter Twelve -- Was Markovic Pierce born sick?

Unsettled by the last session, Poppy missed the next two session and she knew she should not have, but she just could not bear to face Markovic again, the words he said to her, the taunts, the warnings, the gloating, he was messed up in the head, and she needed to have a week off from him. When Agent Reed called, she told him she was under the weather, but she was sure he knew, and she didn't care.

Refusing to show up for meetings did not mean she was not working. She spent the entire week making research into everything he said, she read about Existentialism, she tried to understand Nihilism and Absurdism, she understood what he said about people having one pleasure or the other, about Hedonism. She read up on the philosopher's he mentioned when he was talking about obsession. She threw herself into research about obsession to no avail, she could not understand him, he drove her crazy even in his absence.

Kierkegaard believed obsession to be an existential despair, Heideggar claimed it was an inauthentic being, Satre - Obsession as bad faith, Lacan - Obsession as mirror stage fixation, Foucault -- Obsession as power dynamic. Is Obsession a choice or compulsion, Can obsession be rational or irrational, Is obsession morally justifiable?

Where is the fun in that? Run back to your Prince Charming, to your fulfilled life.

The funny part was that she could not remember the question that led to all these about philosophical beliefs and Obsession. In her hours and days of study, she found nothing and it drove her crazy.

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She sat in front of her laptop, with a hot coffee in her hand and she stared at the blank screen.

"Maybe you should just give up and hand over the case to better people? People with experience and firmer understanding of Serial Killers." David walked into the room and she froze "What did you just say?"

"I don't mean to insult you, I'm just been logical. Why waste your life over something that gives you no result?" He shrugged and she scoffed "I am wasting my life with you, and you give me no result." 

"I'm gonna give you two minutes to apologize." David said furiously and she rolled her eyes "Screw you, David." He was so annoying and all he did was whine. "Some of us have to work, some of us have passion and hopes and dreams, not all of us have our life handed to us by our Daddy." She snapped at him.

"My daddy got you your freaking job, so don't feel high and might." He laughed at her and she felt a strange form of rage coil in her. 

"Your daddy did not give me this job, I worked for this job, I am worthy of this job. I spent house bent over a desk, reading, I spent hours in the library, reading, I did so much research, I wrote a lot of papers, a lot of academic journals, I worked my ass of to be where I am and I will be damned if I let you take away all my years of work and claim your Daddy made me. The only reason he could recommend me to the freaking FBI was because I was already known, and built." She snarled at him.

"Do you know who I am?" She raged, so angry. "I am Poppy Ellis, I am a renowned person in the world of Psychology and I will go down in history as the youngest criminal psychologist recruited by the FBI and no one will mention your Daddy's name, because I made myself. Everyone knows who I am, and you want me to throw that away and be a Socialite wife? I will rather walk on hot coal than throw away the career I have spent the last ten years building."

"My brothers helped me, my parents helped me long before your Daddy did, and bold of you to shame me for a connection when your entire existence is based off your Daddy's name, you are just an extension of him, no one knows who you truly are, and they just know you as Richard Grayson's son, and I have never shamed you for having help, or having no dreams. So, you have no right to look me in the face and diminish my entire career to your Daddy." She growled and he paled, he had never seen her before. Poppy had always been gentle, docile, complacent and now, she was acting crazy.

"I won't stand here and allow you talk to me like this. Call me when you have come to your senses." He took his coat, his keys and he headed for the door.

"Go to hell!" She screamed as he walked away, and she sat down when he had driven off, and took a sip of her perfectly warm coffee. She was glad to be rid of David's whiny ass, she knew how it would go, his mother will call her tomorrow, complaining and scolding, then David will turn up and she would be expected to make him a welcome home dinner. Not this time. She pushed him away from her mind and focused on figuring out Pierce.

Was Markovic Pierce born sick?

Her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her -- Markovic was arrested and had been in the FBI custody for months, but they kept his identity as a secret out of pity for his family, except the FBI was not an organization that had pity. She took her phone and dialed Reed's cell.

"Hi, Reed, quick one, why has Pierce not been televised? Why has there been nothing about his family? You kept their identity a secret from the media." She asked immediately he picked.

"We cut a deal with him, he agreed to the Psych evaluation for the safety and privacy of his family, the media is quite brutal when it comes to this and we need it untainted by them." He answered and she ended the call and typed Mark's name.