A/N: Thanks for the reviews, keep the feedback coming!

The next part is a little shorter than the first but it seemed like a good place to end it :)

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Part Two:

When Sara returned from her little sojourn to the bathroom, Doc wasted no time picking up where he had left off.

"Well Sara, I think it would be best if we explored some of these fantasies of yours," he began.

"You do?" asked Sara incredulously. "Why, may I ask?"

"You may," he replied, giving her a whimsical grin.

'Great,' thought Sara to herself. 'He's turned into a stand-up comedian while I've been gone.'

Observing that his joke had made little impact, Doc continued. "Okay, what I want you to do is tell me about the fantasy that is the most recurrent."

"And this will help me how?" asked Sara, seriously wondering where this line of questioning was going to lead.

"Well by vocalising your feelings and desires, hopefully you will be able to lessen the obsession you have with this man," explained Doc.

"Obsession??" screeched Sara. "I never said I was obsessed!"

"Yes dear," replied Doc somewhat patronisingly. "That's what they all say. Now just start when you're ready."

Sara let out a loud hmmph and folded her arms across her chest. "Fine," she said peevishly.

"Make sure you're relaxed," said Doc in a soothing voice. "Close your eyes if you like and just drift off to that happy place."

Unable to contain herself, Sara let out a loud giggle. "Happy place??" she laughed. "Doc that is so cliché."

"I told you I was old school," replied Doc, his face deadly serious. "Now, when you're ready."

"Okay, okay…keep your wig on," she said, leaning back on the couch.

"Sara, I don't wear a wig," deadpanned Doc.

Sara giggled again at his serious tone. Taking a deep breath, she began to mentally prepare herself to reveal her most intimate secrets. It was true, she had fantasised many times about situations involving her and Grissom. Some were like scenes from romance novels where he swept her off her feet and others were like…well…others were X-rated.

Sara could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she her mind fleetingly dipped into one of her steamier fantasies. 'No, best not to relate that one,' she thought to herself. 'Something recurrent but something in between romance and unadulterated lust,' she mused.

"Sara," interrupted Doc's voice, causing Sara to jump slightly. "You haven't fallen asleep on me have you?" he asked.

"Uh…no," she replied. "Just composing myself, I'm ready to begin now," her fidgeting hands betraying her show of confidence.

"I'm listening," reassured Doc, parroting his earlier phrase.

Sara had to suppress another giggle as images of the TV show 'Frasier' sprung to mind. 'Okay Sidle,' she told herself firmly. 'Quit dithering and get on with it.'

TBC…

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