Author's Note: So many reviews when I got back from a CSI marathon! I love you all. As usual, here are my replies to my anonymous reviewers…

To MollyMKS: (Review for Chapter One) I love Snickers flirty fluff! And you'll need lots of it to keep you sane for the rest of this fic, since I predict it will get pretty depressing. Thanks for reviewing!

To MollyMKS: (Review for Chapter Two) Amen, Nick is definitely the hottest guy who happens to be walking around on this here planet. Thanks for reviewing!

To MollyMKS: (Review for Chapter Three) Chemo is a nightmare. I'm not looking forward to writing all that. Thanks for the review!

To heartagram: (Review for Chapter One) Thanks.

To heartagram: (Review for Chapter Two) Yeah, she gets cancer. And it gets depressing. But thanks for reviewing!

Seven Weeks Later

Sara had lost all her hair now. It had fallen out in small clumps at first, then they gradually grew larger as time progressed. When it had started looking funny, she went to a hairdresser on a whim and said, "Just shave it all off."

She'd been bald for about two weeks, but it was still difficult for her to look at herself in the mirror and not think about her cancer.

She was catching up on a stack of old forensic journals when there was a knock at her door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and was wondering who it could be. Opening the door, she saw Nick standing there, with a big surprise for her. She didn't quite recognize him at first. He'd shaved his head. She was speechless, and he either wouldn't or couldn't say anything. She reached up and ran her fingers lightly over the newly exposed skin, her eyes welling up with emotion. A watery bead rolled down her cheek slowly, touched that he would do that for her. He lifted his hand to her face and brushed the lone tear away with his thumb, leaning in to kiss her on the tip of her nose, then the lips for a few minutes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he around her waist. They became content to just kissing there in the open doorway until Mrs. Bird, the nosy old lady next door, came out and started poking them with her umbrella. They moved it inside, sitting on the couch and continuing. Pretty soon, they were French kissing and their hands were halfway up the backs of each other's shirts, when the timer on her oven went off.

Nick pushed himself up off of Sara from the lying position they were in so that she could get up. She did, and shut off the annoying beep, reaching in to pull out a batch of cookies.

"Wow, Sara, those smell delicious," Nick said.

"Thanks. I made them for everybody at the lab. It's only half the batch, though. I still have to bake the second half."

"I don't suppose I could taste-test them? You know, just to make sure that they're good enough for us," he teased, while waggling his eyebrows.

"Sure. You want dough or cookie?"

"Definitely dough," he said.

"You're such a girl," she teased.

"I resent that," he said with a perfectly straight face, as she offered a fingerful of dough to him. He seductively closed his mouth around it and licked every last bit of it off.

"Stop that, Stokes," she said.

"Stop what?" he said innocently.

"You know perfectly well what," she said.

"No, I don't," he said.

"Seducing me. I always knew you wanted me," she said.

"Awww, you caught me," he said, with an Aww, shucks look on his face.

"So you admit you want me?" she said.

"Sure do," he said plainly.

She laughed and turned back to plopping the balls of dough onto the cookie sheet. "I take it back. You're such a guy." She put the last of the dough on the sheet at put it in the oven. She turned around and threw her arms around Nick's neck, quickly resuming their previously interrupted makeout session.

Author's Note: I know it was short (like really short), but another chapter is in the works right now. Please review!