Simon Lagrieve stood with his arms crossed and watched as Amanda Waller waited for the steel doors of Cellblock 10 to open. Once it closed shut behind her, she continued walking, moving right past him without looking up.
“Mrs. Waller?” he said walking a step behind her, “Can I speak with you?”
“Not now. Very busy.”
He had to pick up the pace to keep up with her, “I just need a moment of your time. I've been here nearly a week and I get the impression that you are avoiding me.”
“You got that impression huh? Obviously didn’t stop you,” she stood and waited for another security door to open.
He stood just slightly behind her, “I don't understand why you feel the need to avoid me. I was hired to…”
“I didn't hire you,” she said before moving through the open doorway.
“Excuse me?” he replied, as he continued his pursuit.
“I didn't hire you.”
“I heard you, but I was hired to provide mental and psychological analysis for members of the missions team and I have not been able to reach a single one of them.”
“That's the funny thing about the missions team Doc…They are always on a mission.”
He continued to follow her as she headed down another hallway toward her office. “How am I expected to do my job if you won't allow me access to the missions team?”
He took a step back as she suddenly stopped and turned toward him, “Your 'job' is not my concern. I know that Sarge Steel brought you in here probably due to your previous relationship with June Moone.”
{*Editors Note*: As seen in Suicide Squad #8.}A smile began to form on her face as a look of surprise formed on his, “ I make it a point to know everything about everyone here. And, oh yes Doc, I know everything about your total disregard for doctor patient confidentially when you spilled your guts to Steel on every visit you had with Miss Moone.”
“But I…”
She looked up at the balding man in glasses who stood nearly a foot taller then her. With her index finger mere inches from his face she continued, “I don't care. I truly don't. I can't stop you from being here but I don't trust you, and I certainly will not make things easy for you. Psychoanalyze anyone you want. Just stay the hell away from me.”
He stood there, speechless as she entered her office and slammed the door behind her.
Doctor Lagrieve stood in front of the closed door and let out a long sigh. He adjusted his glasses and slowly turned and walked down the long hallway mumbling to himself.
They call her the Wall…Can't imagine where they got that one… *****************
A short time later, Simon Lagrieve sat in his office staring at the stack of folders in front him. Despite Waller's obvious attempt to unnerve him with the knowledge that he had treated June Moone for over a year after the Apokolips invasion, he had indeed felt a great deal of guilt for how he so easily rolled over for Sarge Steel. At the time, he thought he was acting in the best interest of the American people considering June's dark half, but he later realized he was only acting in the better interest of Sarge Steel. Simon felt ashamed for allowing himself to be bullied in such a way. It was something he wouldn't allow to happen again.
As time passed he had often wondered what had happened with June and the progress she had made since their last visit. That wonder turned to disappointment when he received a telephone call from Steel who filled him in on the current situation with June and the Enchantress.
He had no intention of leaving Georgetown and moving to Colorado, especially in the twilight of his career, but Steel masterfully persuaded him with an offer he couldn't refuse. A few months back his wife had been diagnosed with Cardiac Amyloidosis, a disease that effects the heart. It's a chronic and progressive condition with a survival rate that typically doesn't extend past two years. Steel promised the best medical care possible for his wife, if in return Simon would take on a few unconventional clients at Belle Reve, one of whom included June Moone.
Typical of a deal with the devil, Simon soon realized. He'd gotten more then he bargained for when he discovered that his
unconventiona clients manly consisted of prisoners who were also part of the governments 'work release' program, the Suicide Squad.
The very thought of working with such damaged individuals seemed beyond him. He had taken on clients of 'questionable backgrounds' before but that was when he was much younger and was still under the delusion that he could cure the world of all its ills. He was older now and had come to accept that some people would always be inclined to do wrong things, evil things. It sickened him to think that he might come face to face with such…evil. He wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to deal with it.
Regardless, Simon would endure and focus on the positive. The one constant in his life had always been his wife Ruth and the thought of losing her was more then he could possibly bare. He knew that the disease she carried would eventually take her but he hoped that by bringing her here, she would receive not only the best care, but also live out her remaining days free of pain and suffering that so often came in the later stages of her condition.
With his wife on his mind and in his heart, he was determined to make the best of the situation. He thumbed through the stack of folders in front of him in hopes of understanding the type of person it took to work for the 'Suicide Squad'.
Simon wondered if it was Waller who came up with the name and if she was truly a self-destructive individual or an insecure control freak? At some point he might be inclined to disregard her warning and find out for himself….maybe.
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It was several hours later and Simon needed a break. He was completely horrified at the number of broken and damaged people that had been subjected to Waller's 'team'. Each file revealed another story more discouraging then the last. How was he ever to meet with these people face to face if he couldn't get past their lives and minds on paper?
He left his office in hopes of finding his one true crutch in life…hot coffee. There was an entire wing of the prison that contained living quarters for non-prisoners who were part of the mission's team as well as offices and service areas for staff members. He expected that the kitchen area would be unoccupied so late in evening with the missions team away and Waller gone for the day. Simon was surprised to see a light coming through an open doorway as he mover closer down the hallway. When he reached the open door, he looked inside.
“Doctor Lagrieve,” a man said from inside.
Simon poked his head in and saw an older man across the room sitting at a desk, “I'm sorry. I thought I was the only one awake at this ungodly hour.”
“Nonsense, there is no such thing,” the man smiled as he removed his reading glasses and moved from behind the desk toward the doorway.
It was then that Simon realized how foolish his comment had been when he saw the distinctive collar that sat on the mans desk, “Sorry…Father. I was in pursuit of coffee and…well it's been a long couple of days.”
“Then you come to the right place. I was just about to put a pot on. Would you care to join me?”
“I don't want to put you out. I will just make my way to the kitchen and be on my way. It was a pleasure to meet you, Father…” Simon said, extending his hand out.
“Cramer. And please, call me Richard. The weight of the collar is enough most of the time as it is.” He said as the two men shook hands, “So, do you like your coffee strong?” He turned away motioning Simon inside.
“Strong is the only way,” he responded as he slowly made his way inside and looked around. “I thought I had the smallest office here.”
“I believe I own that distinction, but most days I spend the majority of my time in the chapel. I just returned from visiting an old friend and thought I'd catch up on some business before the day started.”
Lagrieve felt somewhat uncomfortable to say the least. This was the closest to a church he had been since him and Ruth were married and that had been twenty-five years ago. It wasn't that he didn't believe in God, because he did. But he also believed that God wouldn't want his people wasting their time in worship. He had given them the tools to be self sufficient and self reliant. Simon did recognize from time to time that people felt the need to turn to a higher power in moments of stress or hardship but true strength and power to overcome adversity came from within. It was his job to help people embrace that power.
As the coffee began to brew he decided it wouldn't hurt to talk with someone who was in a similar situation here at Belle Reve. He took a seat in the chair in front of a small wooden desk, “So, may I ask…what brings a Roman Catholic priest to a prison?”
Father Craemer chuckled, “I am no longer a priest in the church but I guess you could say I go where God sends me.”
“I didn't realize God sent men of the cloth away to prison.”
Both men laughed as Father Craemer sat a cup of coffee down in front of Simon before sitting down across from him, “I've asked him that same question many times myself. Nevertheless my mission has taken me to worse places from time to time.”
Simon glanced back up at the wall behind Father Craemer at what appeared to be the Army Distinguished Service Cross next to a college diploma from the University of Michigan, “I can imagine,” Simon responded. Maybe there was more to this guy then he first realized. He felt somewhat ashamed. In his line of work he knew better then to judge someone based on preconceived notions.
Simon took another sip of the coffee, which relaxed him. He slowly sat the cup back down and leaned back in his chair. “So, are there many Catholic`s here at Belle Reve?”
“There are some but I am available to all, regardless of religion or denomination?”
“And that doesn't conflict with your beliefs?”
“Absolutly not. I have held worship for Mormons, Muslims, Hindus, you name it. But I draw the line at snake worshippers. Something about snakes just gives me the creeps.” Both men again found themselves laughing like two old friends that have known each other for years.
As the hours passed and a second pot of coffee was brewing, Simon got up and stretched. It had been sometime since he had had a pleasant conversation with someone other then his wife and even then it was hard to get passed the fact that he didn't feel as comfortable talking with her as he used to. He would often be overwhelmed with feelings of guilt knowing that she was slowly slipping away from him and one day he would be alone. She would recognize that look in his eye and stop him even before he spoke.
You will not feel sorry for me. She would tell him.
Come back when you have something positive to say. If he only had half her strength he could take on the world and be home in time for lunch.
Speaking with Richard, he noticed a similar strength. It was a quiet unspoken strength that made you feel at ease. Maybe that was why he had opened up like he had. A direct contrast to the way he had his patients open up before he could begin to treat them.
This man of God would make a damn good psychiatrist if he ever felt inclined.. Simon thought as he sat back down.
After another cup of coffee, Simon once again stood up and stretched. Looking at his watch, he had realized that it was nearly sunrise. He would need to go home to shower and change before visiting hours began at the hospital. The recent dose of treatments his wife had endured since arriving had left her too weak to leave the hospital. Perhaps that was why he hadn't been in a hurry to go back to an empty apartment full of unpacked boxes.
“Richard I have really appreciated your time and company but I must be on my way. Hopefully I can make it out of here before Waller gets in. That woman truly frightens me.”
Father Craemer scowled, “Do not let that woman intimidate you. Inside, she's nothing more then a kitten,” Simon gave him a curious look, “Ok… she's a bitch, but mostly harmless once you get to know her. Gummi Bears usually help.”
“I will remember that if I am ever trapped in a corner. I will throw candy at her and run the other way,” he said as Father Craemer moved from around the desk and the two shook hands.
Simon moved reluctantly toward the doorway. He turned back to face the man he was proud to call his friend, “Richard….I just….thank you,” he said before turning back around.
“My pleasure, Simon. Anytime you need to talk or simply hide, you know where to find me,” Richard spoke as Simon stood in the doorway, “of course before you go I would be honored if you joined me prayer.”
Simon turned back, “I….I would like that.”
Both men bowed their heads as Father Craemer began, “Dear Lord, I thank you for the grace of being alive this morning. I thank you for the time you have allowed me to spend with my friend Simon Lagrieve. Please watch over him as he continues to travel down a new path. Allow him your strength as he endures through the challenges that surely await him. Oh Lord, please be with Ruth Lagrieve as she too must travel down a new path. Hold her hand when she feels lost. Let her lean on her when she feels weak. And carry her when she can no longer carry herself. Let your love shine the way always and forever. In your holy name we pray. Amen.”
Simon reached up to brush away a tear from his cheek as he whispered, “Amen.”
END.[/I]