Author's Note: Alfred Hitchcock is God, I love pretty much every movie of his and I really didn't want to re-tell the movie in my own way. This story takes place after Norman is taken into custody… I don't care about screwing with the remakes, because they weren't from the Hitch! Please enjoy my story and I'd very much appreciate reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my own original characters; everything else belongs to their respective owners and this story if purely for entertainment purposes.

December 20, 1960

Fairvale Insane Asylum

The residents of the Fairvale Insane Asylum were already settled in for the night when a crowd of police officers came marching down the halls, never once taking a grip off of their catch. The crowd went straight for the nurse's station and an officer tapped impatiently on the window. A young woman appeared and opened the window questioning softly,


"We have here your newest resident, Norman Bates," the officer answered gruffly. "The doctor at the station told me to give you this," he handed her a manila folder, the contents of which she skimmed briefly.

"Oh, alright. Has he already been searched for harmful items? His belt? Shoelaces?" The officer nodded. "Let's place him in one these rooms for tonight," she gestured down the hall while leaving the nurse's station. "Are all of these men necessary?" She questioned the officer whom given her the folder. He gave a little nod and all but two of the officers left, giving the nurse a chance to get a good look at the new patient.

His dark hair was disheveled along with his clothes, a wool blanket was wrapped around his shoulders and his brown eyes told her that something wasn't clicking the right way. The young man looked as though he had just won a battle, a smirk played at his lips and his eyes wandered his surroundings.

"Just follow me," she told the men. Soon she pulled out her keys and opened the available room. "Gentlemen, if you two would be so kind as to wait outside," the nurse led Norman into the room after waiting for him to be un-cuffed and shut the door. She sat him down on the bed and then sat across from him in a chair. "Norman?" There was no answer. "Norman?" Still nothing, but after a moment she tried again. "Mrs. Bates?"

"Yes?" His voice caused her to jump back in her chair; it was positively eerie the way it sounded and she needed a moment to let it sink in.

"My name is Rebecca Taylor and I'm one of the nurses here-"

"Nurse? Ha! You look like you're barely out of high school, girl. Of course I'm stuck with you." After the words left his mouth she swore she saw a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"I'm twenty-three years old and I'm plenty qualified, that's nothing to be worried about. It'd probably be best for you to get some sleep; we wake everyone up at seven in the morning. Are you warm enough?" Rebecca didn't get an answer but took Norman lying down as a yes. "Goodnight Norman," she called out before leaving the room, locking it behind her.

The next day Rebecca arrived at seven in the evening to begin her shift when a commotion brought her swiftly to Norman's room. When she approached, she saw that two large orderlies were restraining him.

"What's going on here?" She demanded of the men.

"Nurse Martha tried to coax him out of the room for some fresh air when he charged at her with the chair. That was a good fifteen minutes ago and he hasn't calmed down, yet." Sighing, Rebecca walked over to the bothered man and spoke in a calm voice,

"Norman, please calm down. There's nothing to get upset about, just calm down and you can go back into your room." He calmed for a brief moment before lashing out again, trying to break free of the orderlies' grasps. "Please, Norman," she continued, but before she could get out another word, another man showed up and pulled out a needle, sticking it in Norman's arm.

"This should calm him down quickly," the man smiled. "Be sure to put him back in his bed, he won't be able to do much of anything for a little while."

"Yes Doctor Monroe," Rebecca told him while looking back at the slightly fussing patient. "Let's take him back into his room, come on now."

She led the men to his room and pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed. The orderlies sat Norman on the bed and once Rebecca was there, holding him up, she gestured for them to leave. Making sure he wasn't going to fall, she laid him down and tucked him in, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. Sitting on the edge of the bed facing him, she pulled out a kerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow while saying,

"We're not here to hurt you Norman, all we want to do is help. Sorry about what happened earlier, the orderlies are very protective of the nurses and it doesn't helped that you threatened one with a chair," she smiled at him. "The medicine that the doctor gave you is going to calm you down for a few hours and it'll probably put you to sleep, so don't be afraid, okay?"

Norman just looked at her, his dark brown eyes full of questions, his dark hair moist with sweat and sticking to his forehead. Every other moment or so his lips would twitch, as if trying his hardest to smile, but it was a losing battle that Rebecca wanted to help win for him. She smiled slightly as she gently caressed his cheek after wiping his brow, but a cold voice suddenly shot through the air.

"You vile girl! Get your hands off of my son!" Norman's face had a cold, hatred look to it and Rebecca quickly pulled away from him. "What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to fill his thoughts with erotic escapades?"

"Norman, please stop this. Norman?" She stood up from the bed and retreated until her back was against the opposite wall. She was sure that he would have followed her if he hadn't been medicated. "Norman, just go to sleep, the medicine is really starting to kick in." Before he could get another word in, she walked out and locked the door behind her.

"And that would be Norman Bates," a voice told her from behind.

"I know, I admitted him last night."

"He's going to need a lot of therapy and consultation, this isn't going to be an easy case," Doctor Monroe started. "I understand he has already made three nurses cry, including Martha whom he nearly assaulted."

"From what I've read, he's had no steady stream of human contact, save for the few motel customers that would come and go. Would it be possible that interaction could help at all?"

"Mr. Bates is suffering from an extreme case of Dissociative Identity Disorder, our first hurdle is to extract his mother's personality from his body. I've set up appointments for him to see a psychotherapist everyday, for now our only job is to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else."

"Yes, doctor."

"And we're also putting him on an anti-psychotic medicine, which may make him irritable the first few days."

"Okay," she nodded.

"Okay?" Doctor Monroe enunciated. Rebecca nodded and he smiled, "Good luck with the rest of your shift, I'm going home. If there are any more problems with Norman, just call Doctor Gavin, he's on call tonight." He walked down the hall out of sight before she walked down the other way to check on the other patients.

About a half an hour later, Rebecca was making her rounds again and checked up on Norman. He was curled up under the blanket and his breathing was calm and steady. Relief flooding over her that he was peacefully asleep; she quietly shut the door and continued with her rounds.

Author's Note: I swear I'll make the future chapters longer, but I thought this was a good place to stop for chapter numero uno.