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 Fifteen: Not Knowing

The three months that followed after coming home from Connecticut were anything but fun. The drug regimen was extremely hard for Sara to handle, along with the intensified chemo and radiation, it was harsh, painful and exhausting. By the end of the three months, Sara could barely even walk from her lack of strength. It was killing her, and Grissom knew it, but she kept with it, otherwise everything they went through with the surgery would have been for nothing. So she stayed in bed most of the time except when needing to go to the hospital for treatment, and she slept most of the day, she found it less painful when she was asleep. Grissom tended to her every need. Giving her massages and making sure she changed positions so she wouldn't get sore or bruise when she slept and rested. Chemo, their boxer, would stay at Sara's side at all times, laying with her on the bed and resting his head on her belly while she slept. Grissom would have to literally pry him from Sara's side to get him to eat or go out; suddenly he knew what Catherine must have felt like all the times they were at the hospital.

When the three months were finally over, Sara couldn't have been happier. The chemo treatment went better than they had expected and because of that, she was able to stop all chemotherapy. Her hair would grow back and her strength would return with it. The medications were replaced with the one's she had before the procedure, granted she hated those too, but after three months of not being able to move, falling asleep mid-sentence and a little dizziness was like a very welcomed early Christmas gift. They still wouldn't know whether the treatment was successful for another three months or so, but this little bit was still gift enough. With the new energy she had, they were able to do things again. There were good days and bad days, but the good ones were taken in stride.

At the end of the three months, Sara's hair was about three to four inches long and growing rapidly. Dr. Wallace had given her a medicated shampoo that basically supercharged her hair growth and it was working. Grissom was constantly brushing it for her, loving the feel of her silky strands after so long of not having them. Along with her hair growth, Sara was able to gain some weight back and was beginning to look healthy again. Also at the close of the three months, came Sara's testing, to see if the treatment worked. For three days they waited anxiously for the results. Finally Dr. Wallace called and asked them to come into the office. Seeing as how he never asked them to come in for results before, they were nervous and expecting the worst. However, they were pleasantly surprised when he informed them that from what the tests showed so far, Sara's body was cancer free. He had to explain though that she would have to be retested every two weeks for the next four months, and if by the end her cancer was still absent, then she could classify herself as a survivor, but not until then. That didn't matter much to them though, this was the best news they'd heard since everything started. They didn't want to get their hopes up though, so they kept it quiet for the most part, only telling the boys, Catherine and Grissom's mother Jane.

While Grissom was just happy to have a cancer free Sara, Sara was secretly conniving with Catherine. If she was going to pull 'this' off, she was going to need her help. And help she got. Plans were made and secrets kept, Grissom in the dark the entire time. Finally after Sara's last testing four months later and coming back with a negative result, they both cried tears of joy before Grissom picked her up and spun her around the small office, much like he did that first time in her apartment. Her hair flowed and bounced as he spun her, its length back being like it was before the cancer hit her. Both of their faces were lit with bright smiles as Dr. Wallace, his team of doctors and nurses and the rest of the staff presented them with a small 'Congratulations Sara' cake.