Point of View - Narrator

"Sara? Sara!", he screamed as she went limp in his arms.

She was unconscious.

He panicked as he tried to dial 911 into his cell. He nimbly jumped into the back of the ambulance as they took Sara away.

He couldn't actually take in all that had just happened. His head was somewhere else.

They arrived at Desert Palms Hospital and they took Sara back into the Emergency Room.

Gil treaded back and forth until he could've practically bored a hole in his path way. He remembered to call the CSI's. He told them everything, and they promised not to harass him about keeping it a secret until this crisis was over. He was in hell waiting for someone to tell him something about Sara.

The CSI's arrived all in one, big, panicked mob.

Greg, Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Brass, and even Dr Robbins,all took turns talking to Grissom, trying to comfort him, as they took turns comforting each other with the news they had all just been informed of today still fresh.

Greg had beenrambling to Grissom about 'Papa Olaf' again, telling him another one of the 'great' things he did when Greg was young.

Greg was Norwegian, but he only lived there until he was ten.

After that, he told Grissom his life story, but Grissom didn't have the strength to shut him up.

Greg was also driving everyone insane as he snapped his gum over and over, until Warrick came over and forced him to spit it out.

"I can't help it, I hate silence.", he said innocently. "I think we should do something to pass the time. I know! How about I spy!", he said in a hyper voice, as everyone silently wondered if he had had a little too much caffeine.

Nick replied with a, "I spy a level 1 CSI who won't get to see his 26th birthday, if he doesn't shut up and sit down."

Greg agreed, but he looked like a little kid who didn't get his way.

Grissom couldn't seem to hold back tears any longer, as hard as he tried, and he couldn't swallow because of the lump in the back of his throat. He bowed his head down and he felt great comfort from the gentle caress of Catherine's small hand on his weary shoulders.

Finally, a doctor wandered out of the OR, still in his scrubs, and called out, "Mr. Grissom? I have news for you about Miss Sidle."

"Where is she?", he frantically yelled at the doctor as he stood up too quickly, causing him to clumsily lumber over.

"She is in the OR right now, and she is being prepped for surgery.", the doctor replied calmly.

"Surgery? Why is she getting surgery?", Catherine asked when she saw Grissom with his mouth slightly open, not saying anything.

"I am afraid she has suffered a tear in the weak cancerous tissue in her right kidney, causing harmful bacteria to leak into her system. She is stable, but the tear is going to cause internal bleeding soon if we don't operate now. It is completely necessary to operate ASAP. She is going to need that kidney completely removed, but because the other kidney is more than healthy, she will not need a transplant. As long as the toxins that were released into her bloodstream don't affect her ability to heal, she will be fine in a few days."

"When can I see her?", Grissom demanded, almost in tears.

"The surgery she is about to receive will take about an hour to complete. She won't be conscious yet, but you may stay with her in post-op."

Everyone hugged each other, each person filled with fear about the news they have just received. Half of the CSI's were only now beginning to soak in the fact that their co-worker and best friend was sick with cancer, much less that she was in surgery. Catherine hugged Grissom tightly, and she forced him to eat something so he could stay.

All the CSI's left for the cafeteria, letting Grissom be alone to think. They all knew that he hated showing emotion around people, so they let him have a time to vent