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Anyway, on with the chapter.

Nick immediately sat down on the cold, plastic hospital chair. His hands gripped themselves together nervously as the doctor consulted his notes. He introduced himself as Dr. Clark. He shuffled through the papers, before looking up at Nick, an eyebrow raised.

"You're related to Ms. Sidle how?"

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to find an excuse. "I'm her fiancé," he announced to the doctor, who seemed satisfied enough with that answer. Nick blew a sigh of relief, before turning his full attention back to the doctor, the anxiety gripping him once again.

"We discovered a cyst on Ms. Sidle's ovary. She's been taken in for an ultrasound."

Nick swallowed. "Is it serious?"

"It all depends on what we discover during her ultrasound. Have you been with her all night?"

Nick nodded.

"How has she been?"

"She had pains in her abdomen," Nick explained. The doctor nodded.

"Any dizziness or nausea?"

Nick nodded. "She collapsed at work, and she got sick as well."

Dr. Clark bit his lip. "It was a stroke of good luck that you brought her in when you did…"

"What do you mean?" Nick questioned urgently.

The doctor glanced at his watch. "I'll speak to you after the ultrasound."

"When can I see her?" Nick asked quickly.

The doctor answered as he walked away, "Soon."

Nick watched him as he walked away, feeling rattled by the doctors comment about it being a stroke of luck about her being brought in when she was.

He didn't know much about ovarian cysts for obvious reasons, but he felt an uncomfortable tugging at his heart. Being a CSI, he was able to read peoples facial expressions very well. Dr. Clark's features did nothing to calm his nerves.

He sat there for a while longer, he didn't know how long. But soon the doctor emerged. Nick immediately sat up to greet him.

"How did the ultrasound go?" he asked. Dr. Clark didn't look confident.

"We'll need to operate," The doctor told him. Nick blinked.

"She doesn't have cancer does she?"

"Ovarian cancer isn't common among women her age," Dr. Clark informed him slowly. Nick looked hopeful, but the doctor continued. "But that doesn't mean it's impossible. Once we remove the cyst, we'll be able to determine whether or not it is cancerous."

Nick nodded. "Can I see her now?"

Dr. Clark nodded. "We'll be operating in the morning, so she'll have to stay the rest of the night. You can stay with her until then."

Leading Nick to the room, he pushed the door open for him. "Just be gentle," he informed Nick, and with that, turned and left Nick.

He made his way into the room. Sara was in a bed opposite the door. She was asleep, her hair splayed out around her face on the pillow. As Nick approached her, he noticed she was terribly pale. He sat down next to her bed, and grasped her hand, which lay next to her on top of the covers of the hospital bed. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Nicky?" she asked sleepily.

"Yeah," he drawled out softly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm tired," she told him. He smiled at her.

"Go back to sleep then."

She looked like she was about to protest, but Nick leant forward and pressed his index finger against her lips.

"Don't argue with me," He told her forcefully. "You're having an operation in less then 12 hours. You need to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

She swallowed and looked up into his eyes.

"What if it is cancer, Nick?"

Her eyes were filled fear, and Nick felt his heart give another painful tug. His hand moved up and caressed the side of her face. "Then we'll deal with it."

She looked confused.

"We'll?"

Nick nodded. "You're my best friend, Sar. I'll always be there for you."

She smiled weakly at him.

"Thank you, Nicky. My fiancé." She teased. He blushed.

"Well I needed to know what was happening with you," he argued," And that was the first thing that came to mind."

She grinned at him. "We'll if I ever needed to have a fake fiancé, I'm glad it's you."

Her eye lids closed, and he continued to caress the side of her face until she drifted off to sleep. His hand remained there though, his eyes focused on her face. Even in sickness, Sara was still beautiful. His thumb gently traveled along her bottom lip, and his immediate thought was of what it would be like to kiss her.

What the hell are you thinking Stokes? He thought angrily to himself, his hand pulling away quickly from her face. Sara is your friend. Just a friend. You're just a friend. She needs a friend. Not a lover, not a boyfriend, a friend.

He leant back in his chair, his mind filled with confusion. Sara had always just been his friend. Sure, he found her attractive, and he had a lot in common with her, but he had never, ever, considered her as more than a friend, or even developed feelings for her. So why was he feeling so different towards her?

He ran a hand through his hair, and glanced at her again. He couldn't have feelings for her. He just couldn't. She was sick, and he knew that she had feelings for Grissom. It was well known. She wouldn't date him anyway. It just wouldn't work.

She just needed a friend.

Nick opened his eyes and let out a groan. He must have fallen asleep during the night. His eyes were misty, and after rubbing them for a couple of seconds the room came into view again. Sara was still asleep, and he felt his heart stop beating for just a second, a whole heap of emotions running through his body when he looked at her face.

No… he couldn't like her, could he?

Her eyes began to flutter open, and he leant towards her again.

"Sara?" He whispered softly, brushing his fingers against her cheek. She was shaking again, and Nick swallowed uncomfortably. He hated to see her so sick.

"What time is it?" She asked groggily. Nick glanced at his watch.

"It's almost 7," he informed her. Her head lolled to the side, and he brushed a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear.

"You don't need to stay," she whispered. He shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you."

She smiled at him again.

"You're a great friend," she told him, and he felt his heart tug painfully again. Before he had time to analyze it, the door opened, and Dr. Clark walked into the room.

"We're ready, Ms. Sidle," he informed her.

Sara looked at Nick, and he smiled. Giving her hand a quick squeeze he leant forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, his lips lingering longer than usual.

He pulled away, immediately regretting it when he saw Sara's confused face. She didn't need this.

Pulling away, a nurse walked to Sara's bed, and began to push it from the room.

He mentally slapped himself. He was an idiot. He was meant to be her friend.

So be her friend, he told himself, leaving the room to park himself in the waiting room, where he waited for the operation to end.

And for the results to come in.

Just in case anyone has issues with what I wrote, I researched all my information. None of the medical information is made up, I got it from this site (http/www.4woman.gov/faq/ovariancysts.htm)so if i made a mistake, blame the U.S Department Of Health and Human Services, not me.

Anyway, let me know what you think :D