She recognizes him now. She wouldn't say she knows him, not more than to nod and say 'hi' as they passed in the hall. His name is Stevens or Higgins or something.

Hawkins. That's it.

He'll be reporting for his shift in a few hours. Harleen leaves a note with the shift supervisor that she wants to see Hawkins in her office as soon as he gets in.

(It's not such a strange request. Doctors, especially ones with difficult patients, have been known to ask the security staff if they've observed anything.)



With such volatile patients, paralytics are sometimes a necessity. They're also not as popular a choice for theft as the narcotics. Harleen can avail herself of a vial and a syringe with no one the wiser.

She goes back to her office to wait. The syringe (no longer empty) is hidden just inside her top drawer.