This was a strange little break from the norm. Klaus was used to focusing on wolves and other related magical dangers, so when Jones asked him to go visit the mental hospital to check out a John Smith, two things had happened. One, he had asked Jones for details. Two, John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt had become stuck in his head admittedly only somewhat to his dismay. In fact, he'd left her office singing it. He was past the whisper stage by the time he'd reached his team's grouping of cubicles and grabbed his leather jacket. Cole had chuckled. Kat had scowled. Matt had... Well, Matt had been Matt.
Thankfully, Cole had asked where he was going. "Well, Jones has given me an assignment, and none of you dossers--and I mean that in the most loving manner possible--are invited!" He puffed his chest slightly as he spoke, giving Cole a look at the jab he made. "Seems my degree may actually pay off yet. But I do have to bring a lovely young woman with me, and she should be waiting for me now. So, laters, babes!" He winked at Kat as he waved to everyone, his jacket over his shoulder as he turned. That was about as pop culture as Klaus got with women's books. The book had been a phenomenon and he'd caught Kat reading it once before his abduction. She'd claimed it was for simple curiosity, but he had a feeling she'd liked it. He'd read it just to be able to tease her. That was back when they were on amiable terms. He missed those days.
Once out the doors, he looked for Clark, who smiled brightly as he set eyes on her. "You ready?" he asked, pulling his keys out of his pants pocket then moving his jacket to rest over his arm instead of his shoulder. Much more natural.
"Ah, my comrade contractor! Da, it's ready to go!" Klaus knew her fake Russian accent meant she was in a good mood. He feigned pain at the light punch she laid on his arm and rubbed it. "How ya been, boy?"
"Ah, you know. Same old, same old. Nothing much to write home about. Sure you heard about Matty?" Of course, the more accurate question was likely, "Who hasn't?"
"Yeah. Bad break. He hasn't come to see me yet though, and I sent him such a pretty invitation, too. Can you be super ultra casual and drop a hint that I have open office hours on Tuesdays?" Klaus caught the grin she shot him as she caught him rubbing his arm, and he stopped rubbing at her jape. "Such a baby..."
"Yeah, yeah," Klaus said with a chuckle as he began to walk toward where he normally parked Baby. "And of course I can. Dunno that it'll make much of a difference. He's pretty moody these days unless you're a certain someone." He leaned down to be a little closer to her five-foot-five frame and added with a hushed tone, "Unfortunately, that person has tits and ass, so y'know, not me." He smirked and shook his head as he straightened back up. "So, how you been?"
Surreptitiously, Clark looked down at herself and then over her shoulder. "Huh. Not me either, despite my generous endowment of the arts...how does a blind man check women out anyway?" Clark followed Klaus, both hands in the back pocket of her jeans. She was dressed casually for a doctor, something that made Klaus feel at least a little better about his dark jeans and powder blue button down.
"With his hands," Klaus replied, halfway teasing in tone, the other half slightly begrudging. There were still feelings he had to sort through that he hadn't allowed himself to do. "He got to second base sooner than most, I'm sure. though he did see her around before he lost it." He sighed, listening as Clark graciously went on to answer his question rather than continue that vein of conversation.
"I've been well. Research project just finished up, so I've got a metric butt load of paperwork. It's nice to get out of the office."
"I'm sure it is," Klaus said, sympathizing. "There's nothing I hate more than paperwork, and there's been plenty of it with this Devil case."
Clark chortled "That Devil....we'll be seeing him in my department before the year's out, I bet. Not looking forward to that case."
Klaus offered a snort of his own. He needed off that topic. He hated that he had to "work" on the Devil case as it was, given everything. "So, think I should stop by the flat to change before we go to this place?" He may have tried a bit today, but it was still casual. "Or do you think they'll even care?"
Clark seemed to give him a once over appraisal as he began to walk around the car to his side of it. "Nah," she said. "Dressed down keeps patients comfortable. Too much starch and they get twitchy sometimes. Well, twitchier."
"Alright. Then, I won't worry. I'm trusting you, Doctor," he said with a smirk as he unlocked Baby and leaned over to pull up her side's lock once he slid in. "Do you think there's any truth to the suspicions?" he asked as he buckled in. "I mean, he said 'muggle,' but…he does sound a mite around the bend."
Clark didn't answer immediately but was fairly quick on the uptake. "I mean, there's one way to find out, and that's why Jones asked us so nice and promised a pay raise to go check it out, right?" A twist of her lips brightened her face with a wicked light as she teased him.
Klaus chuckled and looked over his shoulder as he backed out of the space. "True, true. And I guess if I'd had any luck with jobs, I could be working there instead of here as it is." He paused as he shifted Baby into gear and began to move forward. "Gotta say, I hope that pay raise is better than what I'd make in some clinic like this one."
"Yeesh, no. I still have that scholarship if you want it..." She had tempted him with finishing his degrees and working with her. It would mean no hunting some months, and he had been far from okay with that idea. He'd gotten his degree, and he didn't see the need for the higher degree when he hadn't used it anyway thus far.
Klaus sighed. "Much as I don't mind the prospect of hanging with the cool cats, feelings haven't changed on that end," he replied with a shrug, waving to the gatekeeper as he let them out of the car lot. He turned out into traffic as soon as a spot came available to pull into. "What keeps you lot that busy some months anyway?"
"Overnight shifts for the holding facility. Can't explain much more than that."
Klaus nodded. He understood that, he supposed. They'd hashed the conversation out before, the details she could divulge of the job and whatnot. There was no more that could be said, he knew. It just... As much as Klaus wanted to further himself and use his degree, get something higher so he could get the clearance needed for the position? He was content with life. He felt like he was doing something. Going back to uni felt like backtracking somehow even if it wasn't. "I know," he replied, not sure where to go with it. Silence was fine with him until they got to the clinic unless she had something to talk about.
And silence won. It took them about fifteen minutes to get to the facility in the light traffic of the day, so it wasn't bad, especially for Klaus who had turned on the radio at a low volume so as to avoid annoying Clark. Once they were there, they explained they were specialists and had been sent for in regards to recent developments in the John Smith case, and they were led by a doctor who recognized their cover to a small counseling room to await their patient.
((Patricia Clark played by Ri here. We just wanted to move the opening post to the action.))