Sara was finally home, she was currently sat on the sofa nursing a coffee after spending the first night in what seemed like forever in her own bed with Grissom laid next to her. It hadn't been plain sailing though in the middle of the night Grissom had, had to fashion a wall out of pillows after he accidentally rolled onto her catching her arm. So far today Sara had managed to wash with Grissom help possibly the most unromantic thing they would ever do and walk, which Sara had discovered, pulled at her entire arm. However now that the swelling had gone down it was a lot better and her wrist movement were improving. Sara was however very grateful of he strong painkillers she had been given after been taken off the IV, they kept her pain at a level where she could easily mask it.

"Are you ok?" shouted Grissom from where he was tending to one of his creatures in the spare room.

"For the last time yes," replied Sara becoming tired of his constant asking. With that the doorbell went and before Sara had time to even stand Catherine had let herself fin closely followed by Warrick.

"We've come to see the patient," said Cath holding out a pile of forensic magazine in front of her and waving them.

"She wanted to bring glossy but I talked her out of it," said Warrick mildly proud as Grissom appeared in the room taking the magazines from Cath and putting them in the kitchen.

"So how are you?" asked Warrick.

"If one more person asks me that I'll swing for them," sighed Sara was Warrick and Cath sat down stifling laughs as Sara swung her good arm fro demonstration.

"I'm ok, the tablets work well. Mostly I'm just annoyed at how hard everything is," said Sara flexing her finger and wrist through gritted teeth she even mange to lift her arm a few centimetres form her sling so everyone could see her hand.

"Lindsay broke her arm when she was eight thought it was great having everyone fuss round her sign her cast, then the novelty wore off and she tried to remove it with a pair of scissors," smiled Cath grinning somewhat at the memory.

"I keep her away from the scissors," commented Grissom getting a pout from Sara.

"Everyone's asking about, Brass keeps finding reasons to stop round the lab to get updates and thinks we haven't noticed," added Cath.

"speaking of the lab this was kind of a flying visit were on our way to search a car lot," said Warrick standing.

"150 cars and we don't know which one we want until we compare the tir etreads,2 said Cath already sounding defeated.

"I'd love to help," said Sara.

"the worrying thing is I know you mean that," said Cath shaking her head and hugging Sara before they left.

Sara wasn't looking forward to her first physiotherapy session, while part of her wanted to get her arm moving again so she wasn't as dependant on others the fear factor was kicking in and all she could picture was the pain as she pulled her arm free that night in the desert. She had insisted that Grissom go to work tonight as neither one knew what to do with themselves stuck at home and were on the verge of driving each other insane. It was now six thirty am and Sara was sitting waiting for Grissom to return, she had been up since four her shoulder was aching and insomnia started so she had read the last journal Catherine had given her and spent the past hour watching ESPN, Warrick would be proud. Sara was finding adapting back to only using one arm easy, it was remembering to use her left arm she found hard. However she had made coffee and toast with some contribution from her left arm propping things as she couldn't bare weight yet. Just taking her own arm out her sling and allowing it to hang as it was currently caused pain but she was keeping tout to show Grissom like a proud child. It was then she heard the key in the front door go and it swung open to reveal Grissom looking startled. He was suspired to find the lights on when he entered and shocked to see Sara stood beaming at him arms hung at her side. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what that meant.

"Hey," smiled Grissom walking up to Sara and embracing her carefully not to catch her arm.

"Feels like my arms going rip off from the shoulder but I did it," said Sara with a full on Sidle grin.

"Showing off for Hank," said Grissom looking over to the dog fast asleep in the corner.

"Actually I got it out but…"

"You can't get it back," finished Grissom. Sara picked up her sling and offered Grissom, "I think you need to sit," suggested Grissom working out the logistics. Sara sat on the sofa and laid her arm across her legs bending it with help from her right.

"So any good cases?" asked Sara.

"Skeletal remains on a building site from a missing person." Sara looked unimpressed, "who went missing five weeks ago," now she was interested. "I think they used acid to strip the bones," said Grissom sliding the sling under her arm.

"You think, what does the evidence say?" asked Sara as Grissom lifted the strap over her head so her arm was back in its sling.

"The evidence says trace and DNA are so backed up the only thing we have is an autopsy with cause of death unknown," replied Grissom.

"I miss work," sighed Sara.

Six hours later and Grissom was sat watching as Sara gritted her teeth while her arm was manipulated and massaged, all he could think was that it wasn't fair, they had been through this all before. Yet now they had an extra obstacle to overcome, that neither brought up, the chemo. Sara was going to go through hell and Grissom was going to have to watch, to try and support her, he had no idea when it came to comforting others. Catherine had told him when it came to Sara most of the time he got it right but what if this wasn't one of those times.

In one weeks time they had an appointment to discuss the chemotherapy and make a date to start hoping Sara's arm would be recovered so that she didn't have two things to contend with. Grissom had started to do research on the subject as had everyone else, Doc Robbins never had so many visitors, however until they knew the drug the side effects were unknown and as he had found everyone reacts differently. Robbins had told him because Sara generally reacted badly to drugs the chances were it was going to be a rough ride. Sara dreaded been ill in front of Grissom, she knew he wasn't good at handling it which made her feel worse. Sara had an friend in Cath who had agreed to come round and help out after the chemo while Grissom was at work. It was Catherine who had offered knowing Sara would need someone other than Grissom, after Natalie the pair had become close, so that when Grissom offered to take time off Cath stole the leave slip from him and dropped it in acid saying Sara needed a variety of people to offer different aspects of recovery, not repeatedly hearing the life cycle of a fly. It wasn't that Sara didn't want Grissom there she did but she also knew if her was there twenty four hours a day they would both go insane.

One week later and Sara and Grissom were leaving the same hospital Sara's arm now almost fully recovered hung at her side griping a large envelope stuffed with sheets of paper containing the information on her chemotherapy that was to start in four days. The drug that was going to be pumped into her veins to kill the cancer was cisplatin by an IV every three weeks lasting four cycles. As they sat in the car her eyes were drawn to the sheet entitled common side effects, fatigue, kidney damage monitoring will be needed, loos of hearing to high pitched sounds, temporary effect on bone marrow, tiredness, increased risk of infections and finally feeling or been sick with a warning underneath, sickness with cisplatin can be severe. Those words didn't inspire her with confidence but she wasn't going to show how scared she was, she was going to be strong, other people did and so could she, even so when she caught the appointment card for fours days her hands gave an involuntary shake.

TBC…………