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The week went painfully slowly for Sara and Nick. He'd agree to take things slow in regard of their relationship, which he was only too happy to do. As much as he wanted to woo her, take her out to romantic dinners, and do everything new couples were meant to do, he held off. They needed to know whether she was ill or not.

The team now knew of Sara's condition, or would-be condition. She had decided to let Grissom know, and, after several minutes of shock and worry on his behalf, he had encouraged her to tell the rest of the team; they did care for her after all.

Greg had been shocked, as was Catherine. Although she and the brunette had never been close friends, Catherine still cared for the woman. They did work together, and spent up to and including 24 hours will each other. It was hard to spend so much time with someone and not have at least some sort of friendship with him or her.

Warrick had kept silent, already knowing about Sara's illness. He gave her a hug, however, and told her that if she needed anything, to call him. Anytime, any day. Of course, he didn't yet know that Nick would be the first port of call for Sara.

Sara had become more stable emotionally over the week, with Nick's help. He'd been reluctant to leave her side until the results came back.

Which was today.

He hadn't slept at Sara's. Normally, he didn't. Although he cared deeply for her, he knew it was too soon to have 'sleepovers' at her house. He stayed with her for as long as he could, however, and most of the time it seemed like he lived there.

Her appointment was at 10 am, and Nick came immediately from work. Shift had been running late, and he had barely had time to shower before he went to pick her up.

He knocked on her door, and she answered it. She still looked pale, something Nick was constantly concerned about, but she did look healthier then she had at the beginning of the week.

He pressed his lips to her cheek, wrapping his arms around her when she opened the door. They hadn't kissed since the passionate encounter they had been involved in 6 days previously. It had been spur of the moment, and a way of letting Sara know that he cared. But, he was taking it slow now. Hugs and kisses on the cheek for his beautiful Sara until she was ready for the next step.

"How are you?" Nick asked her, as she closed the door behind him. She shrugged.

"Nervous," she admitted.

"You have nothing to be nervous about," Nick told her, feeling completely positive. Sara hadn't been all that sick during the week. The pills had helped her. A lot. She got the occasional stomach cramp or nauseous feeling, but besides that, she had been fine. Nick was feeling positive.

Now if only he could transport his feelings over to Sara.

She'd been so doubtful. It wasn't like her to see the glass half empty, rather then half full. It wasn't like the Sara he had fallen for. And it worried him. It was almost like she'd given up.

"You're feeling a lot better," Nick commented, "And you've always been healthy. You've got a lot going for you, Sar. You'll be fine."

She gave him a smile, and gestured to her bedroom.

"I'm just going to grab my jacket," she told him, and disappeared. She appeared a couple of minutes later, and they both headed out to Nick's car.

The ride over to the hospital was silent. They were both anxious, and silence seemed like the way to go. He kept a hand on her knee on the way to the hospital though. A silent reminder that he was there for her. No matter the result.

When they finally pulled up in front of the hospital, Nick stopped the car, and looked over at Sara.

"You going to be alright?"

She nodded, shooting Nick a quick smile. She hopped out of the car, and Nick followed, making their way into the hospital. They seated themselves in the waiting room, and Nick asked about the appointment. The doctor would be with them shortly.

Nick kept his fingers intertwined with Sara's. He could feel her shaking.

"It's okay," he told her. She blinked, and opened her mouth to say something, just as the doctor arrived.

"Okay, Ms. Sidle, we're ready to see you. If you'll just step into my office…"

She nodded and stood up, as did Nick. As the doctor walked ahead, and as they reached the door, Sara turned to Nick, taking a deep breath.

"Nick," she whispered, "Would you mind if I did this alone?"

Nick was taken aback. He reached up to brush his fingers against her cheek, but she pulled away, turning her face away from his. Nick felt torn. Torn between wanting to support her, be there when the told her the news, and torn between wanting to give her her privacy. The latter won out.

"You sure?" he questioned her, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice. She looked sorry, and touched his shoulder.

"I'm sure," she said. He nodded, and leant forward and brushed his lips against hers for the briefest moment. She looked surprised, but smiled.

"You'll be fine," he told her again, and she smiled again, and moved into the room, closing the door behind her.

Nick made his way back to the waiting room, which he had seen enough of to last him a lifetime. If he never had to see a hospital in general again, it would be all too soon. He was sick of hospitals.

Time drawled on, and he sat there, twiddling his thumbs. She had been in there for so long, and it was making him even more nervous. Was it bad news? Was she sitting in there crying because she had cancer?

He mentally slapped himself. He wasn't meant to be thinking bad thoughts. He was meant to be her source of positive thinking.

He kept glancing towards the doctor's door, and then glancing at his watch. He was surprised to find that only 10 minutes had passed. 10 minutes! It felt like an hour.

Very soon, the door opened. He didn't see it open, he was starring at the floor. But then he saw a pair of legs impairing his vision. Looking up, he saw Sara's face. Her emotions were unreadable, and for some reason, he expected the worse.

He stood up, wrapping his arms around her. She began to cry, and Nick felt his entire world crumbling. His beautiful, intelligent Sara was sick.

She had cancer.

"It'll be okay," he soothed her, "Everything will work out okay."

He continued to hold her, stroking her hair, and she eventually pulled away… smiling?

"Sara?" he questioned. She continued to grin, looking slightly confused.

"I'm free, Nicky," she smiled, the tears still streaming down her face. "I'm okay. There's no cancer."

"There's… no cancer?"

Nick was confused. Hadn't she just been crying?

"No," she smiled, and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. He kissed her hair, feeling his heart lighten at the reality.

Sara was okay.

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