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Ok, really afraid to post this what with great stories from Topez around here. Kinda got this idea while watching the movie Gothika. I'd put it in the Batman section since I using the character of Dr.Crane.....but it's not in Gotham & nothing really to do with Batman Begins the film. Just Crane, but feel free to move it if you wish. If it's any good perhaps I'll continue it, if it's sh*t let me know & I'll delete it. No, sadly I do not own the character of Johnathan Crane. CONSTRUCTIVE critism is appreciated, don't gotta be mean. This is by no means my first fanfic, but only the second I've ever posted. So here it goes! Oh, we'll just make the rating PG-13 as I don't know what will pop into my head.

*~*~*~*~*She could feel his warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine, his hands gliding down the sides of her arms....everytime was like a fantasy. *~*~*~*~*
She woke bolt up as thunder crashed. She saw rain coming down in sheets outside the window. She glanced round the dimly lit room, unsurprisingly, he was no where in sight. She swore the man could work for the CIA or something. She gathered the scattered bed sheets round her naked body, it was a cold night....well it wasn't till he left. Where the hell did he dissapear to all the time anyway? One day, I'm not gonna be here when he gets back & we'll just see what he does then. He's a freakin' shrink, shouldn't he know how I'm feeling?[i][/i] Oh well, a mans a man, no matter how handsome, charming, sucessful, sophisticated, kind, intelligent.....oy she really needed to stop rambling his qualities in her head. After all, every girl enjoyed a little mystery; but he just wasn't a mystery, he was out right confusing at times! Sheets wrapped around her she made her way into the bathroom to take a shower, wash away her nightly sin. After she had cleaned up she put her hair up in a towel & slipped on a hotel bathrobe & walked back into the luxurious bedroom. That was another thing, did he not have a home? Always, always some glamorous hotel; tonight it happened New Yorks Plaza Hotel. She couldn't complain though....roomservice was great & those "Do Not Distrub" signs served there purpose. She sat at the edge of the rumpled king sized bed & dialed his phone number. Rang once, rang twice, "Hello?" came the smooth voice from the other end. Thrid times a charm she thought. "Why hello Dr. & where have you run off to?" she could almost hear him smile on the other end. "Had some work to do, down in my hell hole." She laughed. "Ah, so your in your office then?" she took the towel off her head & shook out her long blonde tresses a bit before laying back on the bed, phone in hand. "Yes, my office. Sorry to have left you." "You always say that & each time I belive it." she sighed. "That's because each time I mean it. But if I didn't work how could I afford to keep us shacked up in grand suites that meet your approval?" "You know I could care less where we are....heck we could stay shacked up in your office for days for all I care; though I don't think you'd get any work done." It was his turn to laugh. "What are your plans for today?" "Don't know, its pouring so I may just longue around here." "Will you be there when I return?" she paused, seriously thinking of saying no; just to see how he'd react when her dream of the previous night entered her head & once again she could feel his breath, his lips on her skin. She cleared her throat. "I'll be here, always am aren't I?" "Great, cause I work with the insane all day, I need some normalcy in my life." With that he hung up & she lay in thought on the bed. While he has his many good qualities, he's also way too mysterious, work obsessed, a bit obsessive compulsive & perhaps maybe even far too attractive.[i][/i] She mumbled to herself & sat up again. How many patients did he have anyway? Did he have any friends, any life outside his work & her? Kinda creepy now that she thought about, as much as he worked with people he completely avoided a social life. Heck, she'd been with him 4 months now, apparently since he came to New York & knew next to nothing about him, other then their late night rondevous were nothing short of spectacular & he was clearly wealthy & intelligent. It's as if he was trying to stay...hidden. Twisted.[i][/i] She concluded. The mans just twisted. With that she flicked on the TV to Soap Net to watch her show, General Hospital. However, if a mans to be twisted, atleast he's one who won't end up alone....[/color]

Hope you guys liked, please review!

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Ah, don't make me nervous! I can see you guys are viewing it but not posting! If it sucks that bad just tell me, lol. Don't leave me in suspense! Post or PM me, I don't care either way.

[topez]

I love the wording and the emotions!

But try to make paragraphs as it makes it easier to read and flow!

So, appart from that it's pretty much awesome....i would love to see the next bit or is it supposed to be just a one-shot?

Cillian Bar either way!

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topez said:

I love the wording and the emotions!

But try to make paragraphs as it makes it easier to read and flow!

So, appart from that it's pretty much awesome....i would love to see the next bit or is it supposed to be just a one-shot?

Cillian Bar either way!

Ah, thank you! Such a great compliment coming from a writer such as yourself. And thanks for the Cillian bar!! I'll try the paragraph thing. I'm usually pretty good about it, when doing school work, actual stories, etc. but the story was just such a random idea I had to just write it down before I forgot it. So there's my reasoning for that. Glad you like my story cause like I said it was random so I wasn't sure if it was any good. Um, I mean for it to go on, & since you like it I can continue it. But it was just gonna be a one-shot had no one liked it.

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Never too many questions, always short, sweet, simple & to the point. That's why he liked, her; Kiki. Kiki asked no questions, didn't pry, was capable of compassion without complete understanding & that's what he needed because frankly there was too much to explain. He had a past, everyone does, but that's exactly what is was & for the time being there was no point in letting it out.

Sitting at his desk, he stared out his small office window. It was pouring, as Kiki had said. He let out a small sigh & then clicked open his briefcase, file after neatly organized file he shuffled through them all till he reached the bottom. A non-labled, blank file & opened it. Notes, notes, more notes. All on the toxin. Which of course worked perfectly until SOMEONE had an antidote made & I was tazered in the face! He gingerly touched his face were the marks had been. Damn Rachel Dawes.... No matter, he had work to do, patients to see.....With that he closed his briefcase & made his way down the dimly lit asylum halls to his patient.

Rain coat wrapped tightly around her, umbrella in hand held above her head, Kiki walked down the drenched streets. She could hear her heeled boots clicking on the wet pavement, all other noise, such as honking cars, puddles splashing, etc. were drowned out by her thoughts. Leave me alone all F-ing day will he, I can entertain myself huh? Well, lets just see what possible fun waits for me! All I need is one handsome guy & the key card to the hotel room that sits in my pocket. Maybe then he'll understand! He really was blind for a shrink, & despite her frequent diary scribblings; she had no way to get her feelings out. Why her anyway? He was smart, wealthy, attractive,...elegant even. She, was attractive she supposed, kinda had to be with her job,working as a dancer(not striper nor hooker, just dancer) at the Lucky 7 club. Course, Dr. Crane didn't know that. Nope, he thought she worked graveyard shift at a local bar. Maybe he's dumber then he acts... Why'd she care anyways, sure she liked him, but it wasn't like she was in love or anything. The idea was laughable! If you had a job like hers you come to the conclusion every mans just a man & has his....needs. Why should Dr. Johnathan Crane be any different?

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I know its short, & I'm not sure I like how I ended that bit so may change it. I'm sick so my creative juices are lacking. But, what ya'll think?

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She walked drenched & miserable into the lush hotel room. She stripped off her coat reveiling the dampness of her dress & dropped it off in the bathroom over the tub. She then walked into the bedroom to see who else? But the source of her misery in his dry suit, blazer off & shirt untucked laying leisurly on the bed.

Hello there. Hard day?

She glared at him momentarily, not sure whether to scream at him or not. She simply sighed & replied:

You have no idea.

Hmm, poor baby. Come here.

It was then she realized he must be enjoying the view as her wet dress clung to her body. Pig! She thought, but saw no point in trying to hide anything & made her way over to him, despite her wet clothes, sat on the bed beside him. He situated himself sitting behind her & massaged her shoulders & felt her instantly relax.

It's midnight. Where have you been? You didn't have work did you?

No. I....just needed to think.

About what?

Stuff.

Vague, she was always vague. But he had grown use to it & usually didn't pry, she respected his privacy so he respected hers.

I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. As I said I was out...thinking.

It's fine.

You weren't worried about me were you?

No, I know you can take care of your self. I know better. But I would have liked you to have been here.

She rolled her eyes, he thought he was so subtle, pssh. She was in no mood though & with that stood up & made her way into the huge walk in closet.

What's wrong with you?

Me? Oh nothing, nothings wrong with me Dr.! If there was, surely you'd know & diagnose me. I was just alone all day, woke up alone, went out alone, wondered around aimlessly alone all day in the pouring rain, for which I'll probably recieve a horrible cold. My clothes are soaking wet, I come home alone even though this isn't really home, just some impressive, obnoxious hotel! And all you want is sex!! But no, nothings wrong. I'm fine, really.

Oi! She was in one of those moods. It was one of the few things that ever complicated their relationship & it hadn't happened often. But he knew what to do to make it go away. He suppose he couldn't blame her, but what was he suppose to do to stop these moods of hers permanently? Cure her.

If you say so.

That got her attention in a second flat & she came storming out of the closet in one of his nice dress shirts that reached her mid thigh, her damp hair freely falling to her waist.

Excuse me?! What do you mean if I say so?! Of course there's something wrong with me you idiot! I can't believe your a shrink!! You.....!

She sighed exasperated, what was the point? She walked over to the bed without a word & crawled in under the plush sheets as far away from him as she could. He propped himself up on one elbow to face her though her back was to him.

You went out to find someone else today, to perhaps try & make me jealous. Meant to bring him back here & fool around so I would see & you could find out if I cared. Your upset because either you didn't find someone or you did but couldn't go through with it. Your sick of being left alone & me coming & going as I please though your perfectly free to do the same. You think I'm using you for a good time. Yes?

F-ing mind reader. He was a good shrink, & she hated him for it, for always being right! She responded quietly, not turning towards him.

That would be correct.

He had calmed her down & knew it. He scooted closer to her & laid beside her, wrapping his arms around her to whisper in her ear.

Your not suppose to care. That's why we got into this, so neither of us would have to care. I don't & I purpose you do the same.

Stupid unattached perfessional! Men....

I know, your right. And I don't care. I was just....over reacting.

That's my girl. Now....

With that he got up & dissapeared into the living quaters & returned rolling in a tray of sweets. He rolled it over to the bed & cut a small piece of chocolate cake & put it on a plate, sat next to her & put a bite on the fork ready to feed it to her.

Now, how about something sweet hmm?

What'd ya put in it?

Nothing. Where'd you get an idea like that?

Well....

She pretended to think it over a bit.

Last time I didn't want to sleep with you, you brought in strawberrys & champagne & within 20 minutes later I couldn't have cared less what we were doing & we made love throughout the night. Next morning, you were gone as usual...but there was a container of valium on the room service tray right beside the champagne bottle. You drugged me.

Oh that....well, you could just give in willingly like I know you want to....

I could've had you arrested, just like I could now.

You & I both know I'd be out of prison within a day & you'd miss me.

You'd pay them off...& if I don't care about you, which I don't. I wouldn't miss you.

It's great to have connections Kiki, & you wouldn't go through with it anyway.

He set down the plate back on the tray & rolled it away a bit & sat back beside her.

What if I don't want to?

Well that cakes not going anywhere & neither am I.

He gave her a serious look. She didn't know whether to be afraid or melt. She choose the later & with that she was his. His seduction skills were inhuman, she thought perhaps he was inhuman. He didn't seem to feel anything, she couldn't make him care no matter how hard she tried. Besides the physicality of their relationship, there was nothing else to him, to them. Despite the pleasure they shared throughout the night, as always, she fell asleep feeling ashamed, used, guilty, & confused. Twisted every which way.

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She woke up, it was still dark & of course...he was gone. In the space beside her, there was no warm body, just cold rumpled sheets.

B******! Maybe I should do the "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days Thing", bring in teddy bears, make everything pick.....except this isn't his home & he'd drop me in a second! she thought. She sighed & laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling.

What am I suppose to do?.....

A few silent tears escaped her eyes. She should leave, she knew she should. But she couldn't do it. And again not because she loved him, the idea was laughable. But because she didn't want to abandon him the way she had been abandoned so many times. As long as their "relationship" stayed uncomplicated, he'd stay around, all she had to do was comply. And he wasn't forcing her to stay. She wiped away the few tears that had stained the side of her face.

Couples therapy...that's what I need, that's what we need. Not that he'd go for it.......

Not that I'd go for what?

Where the H*** had he come from?!

Wh-where were you?

I....went to talk to the manager.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

At 6am?

Early bird gets the worm.

I'm not even gonna ask.

Good. Are you alright? *Noticing her tear stained cheeks*

I'm fine, bad dream is all.

Mind get control of your body? *sitting next to her on the bed in a plush hotel robe*

Hmm, you could say that. Think my body won control over my mind last night though. *Kissing his neck at which for some reason he tensed*

Couples therapy huh?

She ceased her actions instantly & looked up at him. She bit her lip, she hadn't thought he'd heard...she was kind of afraid he had. She had never seen him angry but something told her she wouldn't want to & she avoided it at all cost.

I....I.....it was just a random thought. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just blubbering.

We went over this last night.

I know, don't get attached. No one gets hurt. Like I said I was just blubbering. I was letting my "female driven emotions" as you put it, get the best of me. But that's why I have your "Male driven fact based logic".

He looked over her carefully, she was lying; no doubt about it. But she was trying to believe what she said, & if that was the best she could do so be it. If she got hurt it was her own fault.

I have to go to work. *He moved to stand but she grabbed his wrist*

You need to get different hours. Stay with me......

She didn't say please but she didn't need to, her eyes said it for her.

D*** women & their emotions he thought staring almost coldly back at her.

D*** him & his cold perfessionalism! she thought looking up at him with pleading eyes, her hand not losening it's grip on his wrist, she didn't want to let go.

I have to go. *he stated firmly & went to walk away again but her grip only tightened & he turned back to face her, an even colder look in his eyes this time*

No you don't. You just want to.......*Determined to make him stay*

I don't want to, I have to. Work! *he stated firmly*

Well I don't want you to & if you screw your work I'll screw you!

Tempting, but I still have to go. *He pulled out of her grip*

She glared up at him momentarily, catching him off gaurd spit in his face. It took only a second for him to respond & hit her hard cross the face sending her back a bit on the bed. Now he didn't have to be as buff as...some pro wrestler, she bet he just hit her twice as hard as any of them could. She put one of her cold hands gently to her stinging cheek in shock....she knew she had never wanted to see him mad & instead of avoiding it this time she had provoked it. But it was her triumph despite the stinging of her face, she had gotten some sort of emotion out of him, even if it was anger. Least now she knew he was human.

You made me do it, you had it coming. *He stated coldly like it was obvious*

I didn't make you do anything Jon. The mind controls the body, especially yours. It's why you do what you do....

She had a point there. And it stung to have his own words used against him. Why was she doing this?! This was the first time they had ever really argued & certainly the first & only time he had ever hit her. He had principles, & not hitting women was one of them. This was suppose to be uncomplicated, & now it wasn't. He couldn't have that.

Get out.

She'd expected that, she complicated things. And quiet frankly she didn't care. She had made him act human, she had still won the battle. Let him kick her out, she had a home. He had no home & now no one to go to.

My pleasure. *She stood & stripped off his shirt revieling her naked body & stalked into the bathroom & came back out in one of the plush hotel robes not unlike the one he was wearing. She wasn't even gonna bother to grab her suitcase that had some clothes in it, clothes he had bought her. Without so much as a word or a glance behind she walked out the door & was gone.*

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The train rumbled over head, a light raining falling. The enviornment really did afect ones mood.

I need ice cream......

She was still in the hotel robe, nice & dry as she had taken a taxi home earlier. It was now 9pm. The whole day had passed & she had done nothing but mope. But that would change now.

I'm gonna get some cookie dough ice cream, put in the ultimate feel good song as loud as I want & do the Hugh Grant dance!

With that she stood & did just what she. She turned up the volume as loud as it went on her stereo, went & made that bowl of ice cream, came back out of her kitchen & pushed play on her strereo which instantly blasted "Jump!For my Love" by The Pointer Sisters from the Love Actually Soundtrack. & began the "Hugh Grant Dance" as she called it, the one he does in the film.

Hold me, I'll give that you need
Wrap your love around me
You're so excited, I can feel you
Getting hotter, oh baby
I'll take you down, I'll take you down
Where no one's ever gone before
And if you want more, if you want more
More, more, more

Jump for my love
Jump in and feel my touch
Jump you want to taste my kisses
In the night then

Jump, jump for my love

I'll take you down, I'll take you down
Where no one's ever gone.......

She froze her dance & paused as the music continued while she stared open mouthed at the two police officers in her foyer.

Ms! We need to talk to you!

One shouted, not that she could hear him with the blaring song.

Huh?! I can't hear you!

We need to!

Hold on! Let me turn this off!

She went to the stereo & pushed pause &turned to the officers, bowl of ice cream in hand.

Now, what can I do for you two? *sat onthe couch & motioned for them to do the same which they did*

We just need to talk to you Ms....Grant, Kiki Grant?

Yes, that's me. What's it to ya? If it's about my music being so loud, with all do respect sirs I ain't disturbin nobody. No one lives by me & I live under subway for God sakes!

No, no that's not it. Um, do you know this man?

She stared in shock a moment at the picture in the officers hand. It was one in the same, Dr. Jonathan Crane. Uh-oh.

Oh God! Is he ok? Did something happen to him?! Christ, I just had to be so stubborn! Tell me where he is!

He's fine ma'am. We just have some questions for you about him, clearly you know him.

He's fine?! Then....I don't wanna talk about him! I never wanted to see his face again, put that picture away! Gah......can't get rid of him!

Relationship trouble?

One of the officers asked cautiously.

Says who?! What relationship?! The mans a pig &.....! *she took a huge spoonful of her icecream, sitting cross legged on the couch feeling like a pouting child*

The two men looked at each other & then back to her.

Ms. Grant, do you know of the Gotham diaster that took place aboiut 6 months ago?

Who doesn't? I don't watch the news, read the newspaper nor take place & gossip & I heard about it regaurdless! Why?

Well this man you know, *he held up the picture again* his name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. Course we assume you know that.

Course I do.

Well, maybe you should look at this. *The officer pulled out an folded newspaper article & handed to her for her to read*

In the article was his picture, the article was a full page. "Gotham shrink gone over the Cuckoo's Nest!" read the headline. She read the article from top to bottom, her jaw dropping in shock as she read....."Dr. Crane, the GENIOUS mind behind the mass production of fear inducing toxin....in business with known Crime Lord: Falcone......major role in legend "Ra's Ahl Goul" twisted plot........attacked assistant DA Rachel Dawes....alter ego he's entitled as ScareCrow wearing a burlap sack over his head while toxin works it's 'magic'..........dissapeared into the night without a trace." She couldn't read anymore, she dropped the article as tears gathered in her eyes.

Great.....I have an attraction to the insane! *She mumbled*

We take it you didn't know all this.

She could barely find her voice, her response came out in a whisper.

No...no, course I didn't. *This explained why he stayed in hotels & didn't have a permanent home*

Well, we just want you to please tell us everything you know about him.

Um....not much to tell. He, he doesn't have a home, he stays in hotels....grand, obnoxious hotels. Most recent the New York Plaza Hotel.

She saw one of the officers jotting down these notes.

He works....um, I don't know the name of the place. Some institution, I don't know the name. He has awkward hours, never consistent. He...doesn't have any friends to my knowledge, doesn't really associate with others except his patients I assume.

Patients?

Yes. He....I'm sorry, I don't know anything else that would help you. I'm not even sure I'm the person to ask.

You had a relationship with him did you not ?

She gave a small laugh.

Define relationship....

Your a...?

No! No, I'm a dancer at the Lucky 7 Club. He doesn't know that though. He thinks I work a graveyard shift at some local bar...where he met me.

Name of that bar?

Um...."Jump". It's called "Jump". It's a small nook in a wall. I don't even know if I remember where it is.

We can find that, no worries. Listen, have you two had some sort of falling out?

He....kicked me out. I had it coming as he said. I made things complicated, he doesn't like complicated.....

Would you help us?

In anyway I can....the mans insane!

Good. Cause we need you to get back together with him.

She laughed aloud only to see their faces serious & unmoving. She took another two bites of her icecream to see them still not laughing with her.

Your kidding right? The mans insane! And you want me to be with him?! Put my own life in danger!

You'll have prtection.

I'll need more then a condom !

That's not what we mean & you know it.....

She sighed, they were as crazy as he was for wanting her to do this.

Can I have a tazer?

If it'll make you feel safer.

She nodded. Why'd she have to be a helpful citizen?!

What if he won't take me back? He's not one for compassion.

We see that. *He gestured to the darkening bruise on her cheek* He do that?

Unconciously her hand moved to her cheek.

Yes. He's never hit me before today though & I've been with him for 4 months.

They nodded gravely.

Listen, do whatever you can to get him to take you back. Once your back in, learn whatever you can & call us & let us know what you find out as soon as possible.

They both handed her their cards & stood. She stood as well.

But...he's not exactly an open book either!

Do your best.

And with that both the officers left. She stared after them & put her ice cream down on her table.

Gah....music! *she walked back to her stereo & turned her song back on, blasting*

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She was dressed in a plain black dress that flowed at her knees with a low v-neck, it fitted every curve perfectly. Her long hair was down to her waist, nothing done to it, just gently curled. A pair of plain black pumps on. She looked simple & elegant, which is how Jonathan liked everything, & his favorite color was black so by his standards, she should seem perfect when he arrived. She sat on the edge of his bed, fortunately he had not checked out of the Plaze hotel & she had managed to talk a key out of the concierge.

All she had to do was wait....but she was nervous. Now she didn't know how to greet him. Mad & furious as she had every right to be, desperate & wanting another chance which is what she was suppose to do, or yell run & hide cause the man was insane & had poisened an entire city with fear which would be any normal persons reaction! Why couldn't the police just arrect him? They knew where he was, what he'd done, why did they need her at all? Maybe they were trying to figure out if he was up to something, or they knew he was & they wanted her to find out his dirty little secrets...or they wanted him to lead them to someone else. The possibilties were endless & she didn't want to think about them, & she wouldn't have to because her thoughts were interrupted when he walked in the door.

He froze after locking the door noticing her on his bed. What the hell is she doing here? he thought to hisself, well he'd find out.

Jon....working as always?

What are you doing here, what do you want?

Hmm, you've changed in a day. You never use to ask so many questions....especially when greeting me. *she teased him, crossing her legs*

Your stuff is packed in a duffle in the closet, you left it.

I didn't come for my things, I don't want them.

Leave then, cause I have things to do. *now standing infront of her*

Your not at work anymore Dr......& I'm not letting you kick me out again, not that you would.

And why wouldn't I? *This was unexpected & he didn't understand her sudden mood change. He was surprised she wasn't yelling at him, crying, or throwing things in rage & confussion for him kicking her out. He'd figure it out though, break her down like any patient.*

Please....you can't resist me, & you've missed me in the day apart we've spent.

I'm not going to couples therapy.

She laughed, she'd given that idea up the moment she'd spoken it. It amused her to see him trying to figure out why she was back.

We don't need that, your a shrink yourself. What good would another one do for us?

There is no us. Please leave. *he set his briefcase down on the desk & removed his coat. Moving back to stand infront of her when she sat still, unmoving.*

What do you want?

Give me another chance.....no more complications, I promise.

No. *he answeredly flatly & firmly*

You know you wanna.....you miss me. *leaning back on her elbows on his bed, her legs remaining crossed*

I don't miss you & you need to leave. And you seduction ethics won't work, I'm in no mood.

Every man could be in the mood when provoked. Who was he trying to kid?! No bad day at work would stop hormones.

I know that you know that I know that you want me....*uncrossing her legs, her eyes glazed over in lust. Men were so easy...*

Are you attempting to analyze me? It won't work. *It was working, but no need for her to know that & he did have work to do*

Are you trying to tell me, Mr. I know everything, that if I were to lay naked on this here bed it'd have no effect on you & you'd call security? Cause I don't need to be a shrink to know that's pure bull****.

Yep, it was pure BS & he knew it, not in the mood to argue gave in to his desire, not thinking about later....which would be a mistake for the dear Doctor.