A/N: Thank you for the review! Thanks to Cybrokat for the beta-ing. Oh, btw, this is NOT medical correct. (I'm not in the mood for long authors note, sorry)

He was shaken up by some sound around him, and realized that he had slept for sometime. He looked at his watch, and saw that the time that he had been away only had been 10 minutes. He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that someone was standing in front of him. It was the nurse that he had seen earlier.

"Mr. Grissom, Doctor Morgan wants to talk to you, right now. He's in Ms. Sidle's room."

He rubbed in his eyes, and looked at the nurse, confusion filled his face. "Where's Catherine? Has someone been looking for me?"

The nurse shook her head, as a sign that she didn't know who he was talking about. "No, I haven't seen anyone who was looking for you. I'm sorry. Shall I walk you to Ms. Sidle's room?"

Grissom nodded vaguely and followed the black-haired nurse to Sara's room. The door was opened, and Sara was lying there. There were red spots all over her face now. He could see that on her hands, the spots had disappeared and red blotches had replaced them; there was almost no white skin left. The beeping of the heart-monitor was really irregular, one time it was really fast, the other time so slow that Grissom thought that her heart was giving up. The doctor was next to her bed, injecting some fluid in her upper arm. When he was done, he walked towards Grissom.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, it's not going well. She's suffering from multiple organ dysfunction syndrome. This means her organs are about to give out, her lungs just can't handle it anymore and her heart is about to stop as well. If she wants to survive, she needs to be operated, and in her condition, I can't let her go to the operation room. She will die on the operation table, she wouldn't survive it. I wanted to ask you to sign an affidavit to, if her heart stops beating, not to reanimate her. Do you want to sign it?"

Grissom was perplexed by this totally unexpected question. "Is there… nothing you can do?"

The doctor shook his head. "We do everything we can, but we can't do more."

The emotion became too much, he started to cry vehemently. After a while, he dried his tears and looked at the doctor. "She's going to die, isn't she?"

The doctor nodded slowly. "If there's not going to happen a miracle, she's going to die. It's only a matter of time. I can't tell you how long, it could be minutes, and it could be hours. I'm really sorry that I can't do more."

Grissom didn't want to look at her face, it was too painful for him to think about the fact that it was his decision to make, that he was going to decide if she was going to make it or not. At least, it felt that way.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and saw that Catherine. She seemed even more confused than him; her eyes were turning from Sara to him. She was silent, but waiting for an explanation.

"They asked me to sign a no-reanimation file… she's dying, Cath…"

His words faded away in a whisper. He had no tears left to cry. He turned to the doctor. "Is she… in pain? Can I talk to her? I need to tell her something…"

The doctor looked at Sara and nodded slowly. "I don't think she is in pain, we're administering painkillers. About you wanting to talk to her, I think I can make that happen. So… you want to sign the paper?"

Grissom took the paper, read what was written on it, and wrote his signature on the bottom of it. The doctor put the monitors off. It wouldn't matter anymore if she would be alive or dead, they wouldn't try to save her life. They removed the tube from her mouth. All the personnel left the room, and only Catherine and Grissom stayed. They looked at each other. He saw that she had cried, her eyes were red, and tears were visible on her cheeks. She shook her head, as a sign that she didn't know what to say. She walked towards him and gave him a hug. A long time, they stood there, in complete silence, then they let each other go. Catherine tried to make eye-contact, but he looked away from her glance.

"Do you want me to leave?"

Grissom didn't say anything at the first, but knew he had to make clear what he wanted. "No, Catherine, would you please stay with me?" He felt that his voice was swollen by the tears.

Catherine nodded and took his hand. She decided to stay in the corner of the room, on a chair. She knew that she had to be silent now, and that it was going to be immensely heartbreaking. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but couldn't get rid of the bad feeling she felt, the situation was too close to her.

Grissom took a chair and placed it next to her bed. He sat down on it, sighed and wiped away his tears. He looked at her face, and tried to imagine it when she was smiling, but his attention was drawn to the painful expression on her face, she was suffering. The doctor had told him that she wasn't in pain, but he was sure that she was. He took Sara's hand, and caressed it softly. He kissed her fingers, one by one. He moved his head to her face and whispered words to her, softly in her ear.

"I love you… Sara… I… Don't be afraid, it's going to be okay." He felt that his tears were dripping on her skin, but he didn't care. He let them lay there. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead and the rest of her face. He laid his head rest on her pillow, next to her face.

After a while, she opened her eyes. She blinked a couple of times and looked at him. "Hey…" She seemed to say it with difficulty, but she was alive. The absence of confusion told him that she knew what was going on. He didn't know what to say to her, he wanted to tell her anything, but he didn't know how much time he had left. His mouth opened and shut again. She smiled at him, and her smile seemed to have the same warmth than it had before.

"I'm going to… die, right?"

He couldn't answer her question; it was too much for him. He felt that his heart stopped beating, the coolness of her words made him shiver. That she knew so well what was going on, surprised him even more, and made it even more painful, as she knew what was going on, he couldn't deny it anymore. Slowly, he nodded. "Yes, Sara… I… I don't know… I don't know what to say."

She turned his head to him, her hand touched his cheek. She smiled at him, at least she tried to. "Shhhh, don't… worry… Can you hold me? That's… enough for me…"

He moved the upper part of his body on the bed and placed his arm around her. He touched her hair with his hand. She closed her eyes. She tried to say something to him, but realized that it cost too much power. Her voice stuck in her throat, but she tried again. "On… my desk, at home…is an envelope. You… have to read… what's… in it. Find it…."

She felt that he nodded and snuggled to his chest. She seemed ease, he was with her, and it was okay. She didn't have the power to fight her fate; it became all clear to him. That it was okay with her, that she accepted that she was going to die, it all made him calm, and gave him the strength to hold on, to be there with her, until the death separated them.

"Sara?"

He felt her nodding, she obviously has no strength to look up and say something, and he continued the words. "Sara, I… I'm sorry, for everything… I… I love you. I know that it's… too late… but I… wanted to let you know. I love you…"

She looked up and opened his eyes. "Grissom… its okay… I love… you too. I'm… tired… Grissom? Can you… say… goodbye to everyone?"

Grissom burst out in tears, he didn't try to stop them anymore. Between the sobs, he tried to make things clear. "Yes, Sara… I'll try to say… goodbye. Sleep… please sleep honey… don't be afraid… it is okay…"

The words she was saying were whispers now, and almost fade away. He tried to listen closely to them. "Grissom… promise me… that you won't… give up. Go… on with… your life."

Her head fell down on his chest; she was unconscious now. He felt that these words would be the last words. He didn't try to wake her up again, knowing that it wouldn't change anything. His crying stopped, he just felt a great emptiness in him, and it was growing. "Sara… I promise you." He was not speaking to her, nor to Catherine. He was saying the words to no-one.

He laid his hand on the artery in her neck, and felt her heartbeat. She was still alive, how long would it last? How long would it take until her sick body would give up? How many minutes had he left with her? It was unfair, but he had not the strength to think about it. He stayed in his position, for several hours.