Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle are married, and here's the low-down on how this story will go.

Warrick did die. Sorry, but he did. As far as the staff goes, however, I'm keeping it old school, so the staff maintains of Grissom, Sara, Catherine, Greg, Nick, Jim Brass, David, Doc Robbins, Hodges and Ecklie.

Now to GSRs story. They were married in 2010, and both moved back to Las Vegas. Sara works at the crime lab and Gil is a professor at ULV. They welcomed a little girl in April of 2011, whom they named Gabrielle Elizabeth Grissom, "Gabby" or "Izzie" for short. She's now nine, so it's 2020. She's like her parents, but she's also precocious and mischievous, always playing some kind of prank or gaggle on the team when she can. However, lately, she hasn't been herself. She's not been feeling well, but hasn't let on to anyone about it. When the story starts, Sara is beginning to discover what's ailing her baby girl, and it's not good...not by a long shot.

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Sara was unsure of what to do as she sat at the edge of Gabby's bed, taking her temperature. When she pulled the thermometer out, her eyes went wide with alarm. 102 degrees. She set it to the side and felt Gabby's forehead with the back of her hand. Gabby was resting peacefully, for now. On closer inspection, Sara noticed deep dark, angry bruises all over Gabby's arms. Lifting up her butterfly nightshirt, Sara saw some running the course of her stomach. How long had this been going on, and her and Gil had been clueless? Quietly, she stole from the room. She went to the closest room, her and Gil's, and picked up the phone, dialing from memory Gil's cell phone number.

He didn't answer.

Sara glanced at the nearby clock on their bedside table. 9:30. Of course...he was in one of his lectures. Shaking her head, she hung up the receiver, pondering a moment. Gil had the only car at the moment, as hers was in the shop. Instinctively, she dialed another number and waited. She thought about hanging up, but then there was an answer along with a very groggy voice.

"Hello?"

Sara sighed with relief. She took the receiver with her as she walked out into the hall and glanced into Gabby's room. Gabby was still in bed, but was awake, moving around and moaning in pain. Sara cleared her throat. "Catherine...it's Sara. I need your help."

"What's wrong?" Catherine asked, not seeming so sleepy anymore.

"Gabby's sick...fever...huge bruises..." Sara sighed, shaking her head as if clearing it. "I know it's serious. I'm pretty sure that it's...it's..."

"Cancer," Catherine whispered, sighing. The symptoms were classic, and Gabby hadn't been acting like herself lately. How they all hadn't seen it earlier mystified her. "I'll be right over, Sara." They hung up, and Sara walked into Gabby's room, where she was trying to sit up in bed. She was a beautiful child, with a mass of dark ringlets that fell past her shoulders, but her beautiful face was all too pale and scrunched in pain.

"Mommy," Gabby whispered. "I don't feel so good."

Sara sat on the edge of the bed, taking her daughter's hand into hers and caressing it.

"I know you don't, ladybug," Sara replied. "That's why I've called auntie Catherine, and she's going to take us to the hospital."

Gabby wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Do we have to? Maybe I just need some over-the-counter medicine," she offered, trying to not show that she was fearful of the big community hospital where they lived.

"Gabby, there's no other choice," Sara said, trying to reassure her daughter.

"But I'm missing school," Gabby said, disappointed. "And I can't fall behind. I just can't, mommy." She was trying to plead, and Sara understood her disdain, but Sara just couldn't allow her to go while she was almost positive that she knew what was wrong with her.

Even Gabby understood the seriousness of it, but it was also serious for her to miss school. Being nine and born in the month of April, she should only have started the third grade this year. But being the product of her parents, Gil and Sara Grissom, she just started sixth grade in August and was doing remarkably well. She had perfect attendence, up until now, that is, and couldn't face having to miss even one day of school, as she loved and enjoyed it so much.

Sara was trying to help Gabby in anyway she could, but just couldn't find the words to comfort her. "I'll get your work," she tried, and as Gabby's face relaxed, Sara knew it seemed to help. "I'll bring it by the hospital, but you know as well as I do that this is not negotiable. Your sick, and we have to take you in if you want to get better."

Gabby was silent, but finally nodded, knowing her mother was right. If her mother didn't love her, she wouldn't press this so much. They were a lot alike, Sara and Gabby. Stubborn and bull-headed in their own ways.

"Will you call daddy?" Gabby asked after a moment, tears brimming in her eyes. She'd feel safe with both her parents with her while she was there.

"I tried, but when we get there, I'll see if Catherine can go and get him," Sara said, flipping Gabby's dark brown hair off her shoulders in a gesture of tenderness. She caressed her daughter's cheek, and was rewarded by a soft smile.

"Please have her to," Gabby replied softly. "Please."