Niles sat in the beige chair beside the empty dark brown couch. He glanced around the room. A large mahoghany door seperated him from a screaming woman in the other room. His eyes darted around the room. Only a few amateur paintings of brightly colored paintings hung on the white walls. The floor was an off-white color. Despite the attempted warmth that the room provides, Niles couldn't help feeling as if he would grow mad being in the room any longer.

The mahoghany door opened. A regal woman with short dark grey hair entered the room. She had a beak shaped nose and high cheek bones that looked as if they were protruding out of her skin. She took a seat on the empty couch. "Sorry, it's taking so long," she said smoothing out her black skirt, "I'm Dr. Bort, Miss Babcock's therapist."

"How is she?" Niles asked stiffening in his chair. He looked down at his feet as Dr. Bort flipped through a few pages of her binder.

"She's...well, not the best I've ever seen her," She replied watching Nile's eyes carefully. "I couldn't interrogate her before due to her mental condition. Since you are the closest person to her, do you mind answering a few questions?" Niles grimaced as he recalled CC's blank stare and calling him her "grandmama." He nodded as Dr. Bort pulled out a notepad filled with lined yellow paper from the pocket of her black binder.

"Yes, of course," he finally replied swallowing. He noticed the four cameras in the corners of the room. He felt a bit more nervous as he felt an added pressure. He looked back at Dr. Bort whose brown eyes seemed to be reading him as if he was a book.

"Has she been abusing alcohol or any other drugs?" Dr. Bort asked. Niles smirked as he wondered if Dr. Bort knew anything about her patient. CC should have been admitted to rehab a long time ago.

"She's always been a heavy drinker," he replied hoping the humor wasn't evident in his tone.

Dr. Bort nodded as her pen glided across the lined page. "More than usual?" she asked without looking up from her small handwriting.

"Yes, I think so," he replied closing his eyes as he tried to recall how much alcohol CC drank. She wasn't known for barging into the kitchen and demanding that Niles make her a drink for obvious reasons, but she had snuck into the wine cellar. He had been picking her up from bars more often, and she carried a small flask in her purse. "I know she drinks a lot at home," he replied remembering the bottles of liquor in CC's apartment. He doubted that she drank anything else.

"Alright," Dr. Bort said coolly, "do you know if she intentionally physically harmed herself in any way?" Niles's head jerked up. The idea of CC taking a knife to her smooth alabaster skin made him want to vomit. He shook his head wondering if that was the reason that CC wore long sleeves no matter the weather. He assumed that she couldn't find any other professional attire after her weight gain, but now he wasn't so sure.

"No matter, she has to have a physical examination so the nurses will inform me of any unusual scars or markings," Dr. Bort continued. After a thorough questioning of CC's behavior and mood changes, Niles wondered if he ever knew the really CC Babcock. He wondered if she was a self-destructive woman that no one ever heard her plea for help. He suddenly had all sorts of questions about her and her unhealthy obsession for Maxwell Sheffield.

"Dr. Bort, why is she here?" he finally asked trying to remain confident. He cleared his throat while the therapist looked at him expectantly through her wire rimmed glasses. "I mean why did she go crazy?"

She sighed and closed her binder. A soft sympathetic smile played on her thin lips. "Niles, she hasn't come to her therapy sessions in two months. I can only speculate. Do you know of anything that might have triggered this reaction?" She crossed her arms as she awaited an answer.

"Miss Fine and Mr. Sheffield are engaged," he replied. He could have sworn he saw a flash of light in Dr. Bort's eyes.

"Thank you, Niles," she said coolly. "Do you think you can come here Thursday at three?" She a rose from her chair while Niles released a yawn.

"I believe so," he answered hesistantly.

"Very well, I will see you then," she replied. The two left the room. Niles halted when he saw a woman with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes following a man in a lab coat. He took a deep breath before going in the opposite direction. Dr. Bort sighed as she closed the door behind her. "I'm surprised he's handling this as well as he is," she muttered under her breath.