Title: The Doctor Is In

Author: Xanti

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine but the storyline is.

Spoilers: Minor references to Scuba Doobie Doo and Invisible Evidence.

A/N: This was originally meant to be a one-chapter fic but somehow it grew while my back was turned. For ease of reading, I have decided to split it into several parts.

Thanks to Ash for being my fanfic guinea pig and for urging me to finish this one.

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Part One:

Sara lay on the leather couch staring at the nondescript ceiling. The room was silent apart from the quiet ticking of the clock hanging on the wall. Her eyes moved around the room, scanning what she could see from her position. The wall on one side was covered by a huge bookcase and was full of books on specialist subjects. Small pictures adorned the other wall, modest decorations in such a studious environment.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted her observations, indicating that the man sitting in the armchair next to her was about to speak. "So Miss Sidle, what brings you here today."

"Uh, well," she said uncertainly. "One of my co-workers suggested I should talk to you about my uh…issues.'

"That co-worker wouldn't happen to be an interfering middle aged mother of one would it?" queried the doctor.

Sara chuckled, but didn't say anything about his lack of professional etiquette. "Yeah, Catherine," she answered. "I take it you've had dealings with her yourself?" she asked.

"Yes I have," he admitted. "On more than one occasion."

"Ahhh," said Sara. "So you understand how forceful she can be."

The Doctor sighed. "Well that's not quite the word I'd use, but yes, I understand," he agreed.

Sara smiled, the good Doctor and herself were definitely on the same wavelength.

"So Sara, what are these...issues you mentioned?" he asked, gesturing in the air with his hands.

"Well Doc," she began. "I can call you Doc right?" she questioned, turning her head to look at him.

"Sure," he replied with a smile. "Whatever makes you comfortable."

"You know, it's funny," said Sara, changing the subject. "I always though that laying on the leather couch was a bit of a myth."

"I'm old school," deadpanned Doc. "Now stop evading the issue and tell me why you're here."

"Okay…well…it's just," Sara paused, unsure how to start.

"Yes, I'm listening," urged Doc.

Sara gulped loudly. "I'm in love my supervisor," she blurted, screwing her face up as she heard the words.

"I see," said Doc. "And how long has this been going on."

Sara sighed. "Seems like forever," she whispered melodramatically.

"Okaaay, and when exactly did forever begin?" he quizzed.

"The first time I saw him at my college seminar," Sara reminisced. "Those beautiful blue eyes," she said dreamily.

"And now he's your supervisor?" Doc asked. When he didn't receive an answer he leant forward and waved a hand in front of Sara's glazed eyes. "Earth to Sara," he said.

"Oh sorry," said Sara, snapping back to reality. "What was the question?"

"And now he's your supervisor?" Doc repeated.

"Yeah that's right," replied Sara.

"I see," said Doc. "So you get to see him almost every day?"

"Uh huh," answered Sara.

"And how do you find that?" asked Doc.

"Well that's the problem," said Sara. "I have these…well…urges," she explained.

"Would you care to elaborate on that?" questioned Doc.

"Not really," replied Sara, her cheeks turning a healthy shade of pink.

"Sara, I can't help you if I don't know what the problem is," stressed Doc.

"Well when I see him at work, I feel the sudden urge to grab him and kiss him," she said, hiding her face behind her hands.

"And that's all?" he asked.

"No," came the muffled reply. "But I'd rather not say any more."

"Okay, well lets move along for the time being," said Doc.

"Good idea," agreed Sara, removing her hands from her face.

"So what do your other co-workers think about your attraction to this man?" asked Doc.

"Well, none of them have really said anything, apart from Catherine of course," said Sara with a chuckle. "I'm sure the others know, I mean I pretty much drool over the guy every time I'm around him, they would have to be blind not to notice," she mused.

Doc smiled to himself at her admission. "Have you ever acted on any of your impulses?"

"Well," said Sara, thinking about the question. "Once I reached out to stroke his cheek and told him that it was chalk dust."

"But it wasn't," stated Doc.

"No," admitted Sara. "He was having a bad time with a case and I just wanted to offer him some reassurance."

"And how did he react?" asked Doc.

Sara giggled as she remembered the incident, which was so firmly etched in her mind. "I think 'surprised', would be an understatement," she said.

"So, your supervisor is not aware of your feelings for him?" questioned Doc.

"Oh he's aware," replied Sara. "He just has a hard time knowing how to deal with it."

"Hmmm, interesting," mused Doc to himself. "So tell me Sara, have you ever fantasised about this man?"

Sara turned to look at him, surprise registering on her face at his last question. "I…er…well," she stammered.

"It's a yes or no question Sara," prodded Doc.

"Well, yes," replied Sara. "Yes I have, I mean who wouldn't," she said, shrugging her shoulders as if that very thought was inconceivable.

"Of course," replied Doc with an amused smile.

"Uh do you mind if we take a break for a moment," Sara asked quickly. "I need to visit the little girls room," she said, giving him a guilty looking smile.

"Sure," he replied, knowing that she was trying to stall. "I'll be here when you get back."

TBC...

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