A/N: Okay, first off, I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone out there that has been affected by the 'events' of this story. (I don't want to give it away, but you'll understand what I mean if you read it.) Particularly my Godfather/Uncle Jeff, Grandma Jane, and Aunt Becky, may they be in peace. To all of the survivors out there who made it through and to all of the families and friends of those who were not as fortunate.
Second, I'm sorry for what I did to Sara in this, but the story was in my head and needed to be written.
Third, all mistakes are mine and that of Microsoft Word which has been known to suck royally. If there's anything really troublesome that I missed please let me know. Also, all of my information might not be completely accurate, so just work with me on that one and be imaginative.
And finally, please read and review. I put a lot of thought into this story, so please let me know what you think of it. I always love your comments, good or bad. Be honest.
Disclaimer: Still just a single mother of two, writing fan fiction. But soon, I promise, I'll own CSI and GSR will be consummated with a live action kiss (at the very least they owe us that!)
That's it. My rant is done. Enjoy the story!
-Surviving-
Chapter Nine: Only Hope
Ideas for the new house kept their minds busy and occupied, and the following day, since Sara seemed to be having a better day physically, they went to her apartment to start packing up some of her things. The entire packing experience was a blast for both of them, and kept them laughing, until Grissom's cell phone rang, and both of them froze.
"Answer it." Sara said, trying not to sound as nervous as she was.
"What ever happens Sara, we're in this together." He said before taking a deep breath and flipping open the phone. Tentatively, Sara listened into the half of the conversation she could hear. "Grissom. Yes. Okay. Yes. She's having a better day today. Thank you. Please. Right. Okay. Yes. I understand. Yes, I will. Thank you doctor. Goodbye." He had turned away from Sara while speaking so she couldn't see his facial expressions and read his eyes, but his voice sounded strained and dismal. Instantly her heart sunk. There goes the hope.
"So…?" She asked him on the verge of tears, with his back still turned to her.
"Well, the results are in." Still his voice was gloomy, and she felt the tears release from her eyes. She had been stupid to believe that there would be a match.
"It's…It's okay. We'll find another way. You know, we'll figure something out. And there's still the chance that the chemo will work. And we could always try and find my mother or brother, it's been a long time but I'll do it. We shouldn't worry. And besides, there's still more options. And we have time." She rambled on and on as the tears escaped her and her hoped washed out with them. She didn't even notice Grissom turn back around in her hasty pacing of the room.
"Sara." He tried but she continued on, so he tried once more. "Sara!" That stopped her and she froze but still didn't look up at him. Cautiously he walked to her and placed his hands lightly on her upper arms, holding her still. "Sara, look at me." And she did. Only to look into his eyes that, too, were leaking tears. That's when she knew that the hope was gone, or so she thought. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't actually look deep into his eyes to see the true emotions. "Sara, honey…I'm a match." She didn't hear him, her thoughts had taken over. "Sara? Sara, did you hear me?" Finally she shook the thoughts from her mind and regain her focus on him.
"Hmm?" She said wearily. He could tell that she was already slipping back into her own world, a world where nothing can hurt her, and he knew she hadn't heard.
"Sara. I'm a match. We're a match. You're going to have the transplant."
"What?" Now, she had heard, she just didn't believe it.
"Baby, we're going to get you through this."
"A match? You're a match?" She asked in disbelief.
"I'm a match baby. It's good news."
"You're a match." And then the words finally sunk in and hit her. A joy stricken smile slowly formed across her face as new tears, happy tears welled in her eyes. "Thank you God." She whispered before throwing herself into Grissom's arms and releasing the sobs welling in her.
"Thank you. Thank you." Grissom kept repeating in a whisper as he held her as tight as he could. It was clear to her that he wasn't thanking her, but someone or something else. Once the excitement hit them, Grissom picked her up, her feet dangling as he spun her around laughing. Finally placing her back down after making her very dizzy, he held her close again before kissing her with all the love her felt for her. "God Sara, I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Griss. I love you more than anything."
"Come on. We're celebrating tonight." He said taking her hand and gathering up their things.
"What? Where?" She asked with a huge smile.
"Anywhere. It doesn't matter. Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do!" He said excitedly.
So after finishing up with a few boxes and packing them into the Denali, they headed out of Sara's apartment. They had decided to celebrate with going to a nice dinner, as Sara was getting a little sick of the "cancer food" as she called it, and then catching a movie. Nothing fancy, but for them and Sara's energy, it was high-class. But first, Sara wanted to stop by the lab to let everyone know the news and to thank them all for getting tested. As it turned out, both Brass and Nick matched four out of six qualifiers, and in the case it was needed they agreed to do whatever it took. Their matches weren't great but it was better than nothing, and besides, Grissom was a full six point match.
Their night went wonderfully. Grissom even let Sara hold off for a couple hours on her meds so that she could actually be awake during their date. The doctor had said it was fine and that he completely understood. He was able to switch one of her medications, which was the main reason that Sara was having a better day in regards to her energy and strength, but the other's had to stay as prescribed, which left her still with the insta-sleep, the nausea and dizziness. But she was happy to have at least the smallest bit of her energy back. The transplant was scheduled for four weeks after the celebratory night, so in the mean time they searched for their new house, sold the townhouse and packed all their things.
The house they found was perfect. With Sara's eye for artistic detail and beauty and Grissom's eye for practicality and his old soul, the small Victorian colonial was just the thing for them. It features a blend of preservation along with more modern amenities. Three bedrooms, two and half baths. Complete with the white picket fence out front and a beatiful lush green lawn both in front and in the large back yard. The old style kitchen had been redone to fit a more modern layout with basically all new appliances and cabinetry, and it was large enough for them and more. Full fireplace in both the living room and master bedroom, to which Sara fell in love with. Located on a beautiful corner lot, bordered by a white picket fence and filled with flowers and plants of all kinds. Grand, handsome staircase, high ceilings, and a wealth of design details. Natural light flowing to every room through the great windows. They didn't even have to consider it before making an offer. They were in love.
