A/N. People tell you that you only get one shot at life…is it true? If it is how would choose to spend your last few days or weeks? I have made up some facts about the illness and I will apologise if I cause offence or get certain facts wrong but I am only trying to write a story so hopefully you will forgive me…
Disclaimer. I do not, will not, have not, can not, should, not and could not own CSI. I don't have the money for one thing.
Sara Sidle woke up with an almighty headache and shooting pains cursing through her body, sitting up slowly and reaching for her glass of water and many packets of pain killers and vitamin tablets provided for her by the Doctor.
It had been three weeks since she had been feeling the effects of the illness she had been fighting since birth. She had been a fighter and all these years of living with leukaemia had helped her to be more reflective and optimistic. Recently she had lost a lot of weight and her skin looked paler than usual, so Sara had arranged for a meeting with her doctor to find out what was causing her to feel that way.
The news wasn't good in fact it was the worst possible news to get. Sara had four weeks to live and there was no possible way of medication or transplants working.
What do you do when you realise you are leaving the people you love most behind, what makes you see life through to the end, how do you tell people your dying? This is what Sara had to face and although she never hide from any task this was one she would be going alone.
Sara spent three hours on each person she could think of that meant something to her and wrote them a letter which included every moment that had caused Sara to be thankful for her life, she also planned to do one activity with each person and capture the memory of each day so that they could remember her last few days of life.
She decided to give the letters to Judy one the day before her passing so that she didn't have to tell them herself, she wasn't taking the cowards way out she was just stopping herself from seeing the disheartened and saddened faces.
19th June 2007
Sara was setting off for work as usual, stopping off to buy coffee and doughnuts for everyone before the start of another shift, despite the aches and pains Sara had high hopes for the way this shift would work out.
"Hey you guy's" Sara said placing the treats on the table
"Oh cool coffee and doughnuts" Greg managed stuffing a chocolate covered doughnut into his mouth "You know the way to a mans heart Sara Sidle"
Everyone laughed as he started to choke on a particularly large bite "Yeah Greggo and you know your way to the morgue" Nick said sipping his coffee
"Greg can I have a word with you before shift?" Sara asked earning herself glances from the others
"Why of course" He said winking at her "I knew she'd choose me"
Leading the way to the locker room she sat down on the bench pulling Greg down too
"Look I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I was wondering if you would like to take me to one of those wacky desert races things?" she asked
"Really…you want me to take you on a date to the races?" Greg asked excitedly
"Well everyone else is invited to come and watch but I'll be racing you" she smirked
"So it's not a date?"
"No Greg not a date but a quality time day out between you and me with the others for support"
"Well ok sure, I can totally kick your ass at something and prove it" he said in defeat and challenge.
"Cool, we better get back to the break room" she said
When they arrived back at the break room Grissom was already sat there waiting for them to return
"Sorry, erm…next Sunday Greg's taking me to the desert races and well if you want to come and watch me kick his ass then please feel free to come, I've hired the course out for the day" Sara said sending an apologetic glance at Grissom for stopping his handout of cases and for letting Greg take her out.
If only they knew the truth she thought as she sat looking around the break room at the smiling faces…
TBC what do you think…too much…not enough…rubbish story? I'd love to hear from you :D