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 Eight: Praying for a Match

Grissom helped Sara to get changed into fresh clothes after the dizziness hit her and she spilled orange juice all over herself, they all packed into the Denali's, and Grissom and Sara went together in his car. The long train of government issued Denali's quickly made their way to Desert Palms. Grissom called Dr. Wallace to let him know of the herd of people that would coming in to be tested, which the doctor had laughed at but told them he'd meet them at Desert Palms in a half hour and that he'd call in a favor to get everyone tested without appointments. When they arrived at the hospital, Grissom helped Sara get out of the car and walked carefully with her, somewhat supporting her weight as they walked. She was feeling weaker than ever with the meds.

"The medication makes me feel worse than I would without them." She grunted.

"I know baby, but it's for the best. I know it doesn't seem it now, but they're helping your body. How about when Dr. Wallace gets here we talk to him about the side-effects and see if we can get you on one of the alternatives that Al was talking about?" Grissom suggested sympathetically. It was ripping him apart to see Sara, his Sara, who was fine two days ago, deteriorating before his eyes from what was supposedly helping her.

"Please. I don't think I can handle these anymore. I can barely walk without the room spinning." She sighed, having to stop moving for a minute and just clutch onto Grissom to let her eyes refocus and the wave of nausea pass.

"It's okay baby, take your time." He assured, sensing that she felt she was a burden to him and the team.

"I hate this Griss. I hate it." She grunted. Her frustrations were clearly starting to get the better of her.

"I know and I hate seeing you like this honey. But you've got to stay strong. We both do." The encouraging words only did a little to ease her tension, but it was enough for the time being. Anger was a typical part of grieving, and anyone hearing that they have cancer, grieves.

One by one everyone was taken in to have their blood drawn, each returning with a slightly paler complexion, a bottle of water and holding a gauze pad to their arms. Dr. Wallace assured them that he's have all the test results back within forty-eight hours. Those forty-eight hours being the most excruciating of Grissom and Sara's lives.

"What if there's no match?" Sara asked Grissom that night as they ate dinner.

"Don't think like that." Grissom said sternly yet lovingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

"I know baby. I am too." Gently he reached over and rubbed his hand over her back in a comforting gesture. "So, my beautiful woman, what would you like to do tonight?" Instantly Sara's eyes shot up to Grissom's, confused.

"What do you mean? Don't you have to work? I mean I love you being here and all, but you haven't been to the lab in two days Griss."

"I'm not going back to the lab."

"You have the night off?"

"Sort of. I was going to talk to you this morning about this, but then everyone came over and it slipped my mind."

"Talk to me about what?" Her eyes showed of confusion and worry.

"Well, given my lack of life outside the lab before you came around, I had about twenty weeks of stored up vacation time saved up, and well, after having a nice long conference call with the mayor, sheriff and Ecklie, I've put in for it."

"You took vacation time?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"All of it."

"All of it?!"

"Mmm-Hmm. All of it. All twenty weeks. Five months. And then we'll go from there."

"You…you took FIVE months of vacation time!" He couldn't decide if she was angry or excited, or maybe a bit of both.

"Yes."

"Grissom! What were you thinking? Who's going to take care of the lab? What are you going to do? Why would you do that?! The lab needs you! The lab is your life Grissom!" This would be the point that he was changing his mind about the yogurt-mad Sara, and adding this moment to top off the list.

"Sara. Sara!" He cut her off, receiving a silent death glare instead.

"What!"

"Okay, please, just calm down and let me explain. Please." Seeing her body relax slightly and the fire in her eyes whither away a bit, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Okay, well first of all, I'm sorry. I should have talked to you first, but you're wrong. The lab was my life. It's not anymore. You are. You're more important to me than anything that the lab holds. And I'm not quitting or anything, just taking leave to be with you. To help take care of you. You need me more than the lab does. They'll be fine. Catherine is taking over as temporary supervisor of night shift, Greg is now taking on a full roll as a CSI Level 1, Ecklie is hiring a couple of temporary CSI's to fill our places while we're out and…" Suddenly he found his lips silenced by Sara's, and he was shocked. Wasn't she just yelling at him?

"I love you." She murmured against his lips.

"You mean you're not mad?" He asked, very, very cautiously.

"No. I'm not mad. I just don't want you doing anything for me that you'll regret."

"I'll never regret anything having to do with you Sara."

So together they sat and finished their dinner, holding hands as they talked about nothing and everything and anything in between.

"Hey Griss?" Sara asked as he was loading the dishwasher.

"Yeah?" He replied distractedly.

"I was just thinking."

"About?" He said, finally giving her his full attention.

"Well, I know we agreed that I'd move in with you…" And now his heart stopped again thinking she was changing her mind.

"But?"

"But, with everything that we're going through now, I was just thinking that…"

"It's okay Sara. Really I understand." He said sadly. She suddenly realized what he was thinking and jumped up, grabbing a tight hold of him.

"No, baby, no. I'm not changing my mind. I want to move in with you. I want to live with you."

"Than what…?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get a place…together. You know, a fresh start for both of us. A place that didn't start as yours or mine, but a place that's really ours. Somewhere that we can really make a home together." She felt stupid asking, but she would still in a way always see Grissom's place as his place, and so would everyone else. She wanted them to have 'their' place. Without warning it was Grissom's turn to lay a sudden kiss to her lips.

"I think that's a great idea."

"Really?"

"Really. And…now that we both have unlimited time on our hands, we'll have plenty of time to look and pack."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Positive."

Thus, their plans for the evening turned into Sara curled up on the couch next to Grissom as they searched real estate websites online. They called in an appointment with a realtor to help them figure out all the details of what needed to be done. Sara's lease was up in a month for her apartment, so they took advantage of that and set it as their move-in date. The realtor that met them helped them put up the town house for sale, as well as apply for a joint-mortgage for the new house that she would help them find.