The first round of chemo could have been worse Sara slept for most of the day afterwards and then the day after that. The rest of the week was spent napped during the day between visitors; she found even everyday tasks tiring which made her frustrated and irritable but now that was behind her because she was back at the hospital with an I.V. fixed into her arm for her second round. '

Grissom took up the seat next to her's but would be going to work afterwards while Catherine attended "Sara-Sitting Duty". Sara had flicked though a magazine, played a couple of hands of poker with Grissom which had managed to pass the three hours quite nicely as her IV was removed and she was allowed home.

Once they arrived home Catherine was already there sitting in her car in the driveway. The fatigue that Sara had experienced before was already taking hold and walking to the front door was an effort.

"How'd it go?" asked Catherine unsure of what questions would get her head bitten off.

"Okay," replied Sara heading over to the couch as Catherine gave Grissom a look asking him if that was true.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" asked Grissom.

"I'm sure three hours in each other's company is more than enough when I'm this I'm grumpy," muttered Sara flicking the TV on as Grissom approached her.

"Call me if you need anything," said Grissom planting a kiss on Sara lips and motioning for Catherine to join him at the front door. "The fatigue is hitting her the hardest; making her…" he paused wondering how to put it.

"Moody," offered Catherine to which Grissom nodded.

"She said she felt "off" a while before we left but she hasn't said anything since."

"Go on. I'll call you if she needs you," Catherine said giving Grissom an encouraging push out the front door.

"Sara, you're aware you're watching MTV's Cribs," commented Catherine on turning around. Receiving no response, she found Sara asleep on the sofa. Catherine made herself at home, making a sandwich and flicking through discarded magazines while surveying photo's and paintings on the walls.

It was two hours later that Sara finally stirred, still looking exhausted and, by how Grissom described Sara last time, worse for the wear. As she sat up her skin had a slightly pale greyish tint and Catherine noticed Sara's arms were shaking slightly.

Sara instantly regretted sitting up she woke feeling disoriented and a wall of nausea hit her; it was all she could do to turn her head over the arm of the seat as she became sick.

"Damn," Catherine cursed making a dash for the sofa as she saw Sara loose her breakfast over the carpet.

"Sorry," mumbled Sara rubbing her mouth and taking gulps of air to try and alleviate the sick feeling in her stomach. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms from the sofa.

Catherine pulled Sara's slim frame so her weight was against her and began to walk Sara towards the bathroom as quickly as she could manage. Once inside she let Sara slump down on the cool tilled floor next to the toilet as she began retching again.

This time Sara dry heaved, coughing on the foul taste of bile before falling backwards onto Catherine who was crouched down next to her smoothing her hair out of her face.

"Okay. Good girl," said Catherine quietly while rubbing Sara's cool bare arms for comfort. Sara was fighting back tears as she leaned against Catherine. Part of her still felt embarrassed about being sick in front of her co-worker but that didn't compare to how bad she felt at that moment. Her whole body was aching and tired and the nausea she felt was like nothing she could remember feeling before.

"Okay Sara. Lets get you to bed," suggested Catherine not wanting her to lie on the hard floor for long.

"I'm fine," mumbled Sara though clearly she wasn't, as Catherine had to literally drag her to her feet. Luckily the bedroom was almost opposite the bathroom and somehow between them they got Sara laid on top of the bed. Once Sara was secure Catherine began to position pillows under her to head to which she protested to with the feeble wave of her arm. Catherine then began feeling Sara's forehead; she was clammy but not warm.

"Sara, I'll be back in just a minute," The blonde reassured her not wanting Sara to think she was abandoning her. Jogging into the kitchen she found her breath coming in short gasps. The sudden turn for the worse Sara had taken had scared her. She calmed herself down as she searched the kitchen for a bucket then poured a glass of water before stopping off in the bathroom and wetting a cloth.

"How do you feel?" asked Catherine placing the bucket at the side of the bed where Sara was now lying on her side, her head propped up on two pillows.

"Sick," muttered Sara as Catherine placed the cloth on Sara's head before offering Sara the glass of water that she sipped then gagged instantly afterwards causing Catherine to jump slightly as the cloth fell against her arm and Sara's head dropped over the side of the bed with an array of unpleasant sounds coming it's owner.

"Damn," Catherine muttered once Sara was done. The mothering instinct in her made her want to do nothing more than pull Sara in a hug and tell her everything was going to be all right, but Sara wasn't a child and Catherine didn't know if it would be. Sara had now curled herself up into a foetal position, she wasn't sure if she was actually shaking or if she just felt like she was either way she could see the concerned look Catherine was giving her.

"Sara I'm juts going to clear up in the other room. I'll be right next door if you need me," said Catherine in a soft voice before leaving. Once outside she leaned against the wall and allowed a few tears to fall. She considered herself a strong women but seeing her friend like that was one of the few things that could break her. She composed her self before she picked up the phone and dialled.

XXXX

Nick had just broken the case and was particularly pleased with himself as he walked towards ballistics to share the good news with Warrick. He had barely reached the door when he was almost knocked down by Grissom heading full speed in the opposite direction.

"Whoa Griss. What's the rush?" said Nick spinning on the spot as Warrick stuck his head out the doorway.

"Sara. I've got to go. Ecklie knows," explained Grissom all in one breath before exiting.

"What's going on?" asked Warrick looking at Nick.

"I have no idea. Catherine was with Sara," replied Nick looking as confused as Warrick.

TBC...