Sara knew this wasn't going to be good, she had felt it ever since the drip went in for some reason she was really anxious about this round of chemo. It might have been that she was still tired from the last lot and the extra side effects such as bruising and random nosebleed were starting to frustrate her. She'd nearly finished her IV and had spent the past half hour in a chair lent against Grissom as he flicked through a forensic journal. He didn't need to as how she was feeling he could tell she felt rough.

"Nearly time to go," he whispered into her ear as her Iv began beeping indicating that it had finished. Sara stayed in a dream while the Iv was removed it wasn't until she heard the nurse talking to Grissom she really began to pay attention to what was going on again.

"I'll get you wheelchair," said the nurse smiling at Grissom and leaving.

"Wheelchair?" asked Sara confused to what was going on. Grissom was aboutto have to employ something he wasn't used to tact.

"just to take you to the car," said Grissom trying his best nto to sound like he was talkignto a small stubronmchidl despite the fact he knew she was about to descend tot that.

"I can walk," said Sara loudly as she stood on tired and wobbly legs she found she was wrong, she could walk but it was no easy feet, it made the world spin around her.

"It's either I wheel you or I carry you," said Grissom not about to let her and her stubborn ways make her sickness worse.

"Here you go," smiled the nurse brining a chair out and Sara reluctantly got in. she went to the car in silence her head looking down all the time. Grissom stayed silent knowing not to push it with her, she could be hard to handle at the best of time but when she wasn't feeling well she had an explosive fuse.

It wasn't until they got home that either one spoke.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore," said Sara quietly as Grissom helped Sara straight down into the bedroom.

"I know," replied Grissom stroking her hair as she laid on the bed.

"Your warm," sighed Grissom his hand sliding down onto her forehead.

"I feel sick," muttered Sara unzipping her top and sliding it off she was laid in jeans and a white vest top. Grissom stood until she turned curling up on her self facing the window he sighed leaving the room. He went into the kitchen a put he kettle on to make a coffee he then opened the kitchen cupboard and got out he supplies he'd made the other night. An old washing up bowl willed with cloths and cups ready for encase Sara was ill. He filled to cups with water and carried them down to the bedroom that he found empty. He didn't need to ask where she was he placed the cups and bowl down and retraced his steps going into the bathroom where he found Sara on her knees next to the toilet he pale skin blending in with the porcelain.

"Honey," Grissom bending down next to her and pulling her towards him. she was shaking against him as he pulled her tighter she pulled back form him throwing herself back towards the toiler as she became sick. Grissom pulled her back and rubbed circles on her back as she vomited for the third time then fell back against him exhausted. "It's ok Sara," whispered Grissom pushing her damp hair back form her pale face. She looked really ill, white as sheet, trembling and barely responsive.

"Let's get you cooled down," said Grissom speaking to himself as he scooped Sara up into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

Sara was dying, that how it felt and to be honest at the moment she didn't care she just wanted the pain to stop. Her body felt like it was on fire with wave of heat passing over her putting her on the verge of passing out. Her hands were clutched round her rebelling stomach she wasn't really aware of what was going on anymore everything was blur that made her nauseous. Grissom had got her laid on the bed and placed cold cloths across her head and arms trying desperately to cool her down. She'd pulled her legs into her body holding her stomach.

"Sara," Grissom turned away to look for a thermometer when he heard a sound like she was choking he turned back in time to see her be violently sick down the side of the bed.

"Shit," cursed Grissom grabbing a cloth and wiping round her mouth he managed to slide the sheet out from under her, something that most people would find disgusting but as a CSI a vomit covered sheet was nothing.

"Make it stop," croaked Sara her eyes no longer focusing on Grissom.

He couldn't do it anymore he dropped the cloth and fled the room he stood outside the door his back pressed against he wall one hand over his face hiding the cascade of tears that were falling. After a few seconds he stumbled into the main room grabbing the phone.

Catherine willows had just finished arguing with Lindsay over a new top she'd got when the phone rang, stressed she grabbed the phone and answered in a frustrated manner.

"Hello," she snapped. It was a few seconds before the reply came but she could hear someone's muffled breathing.

"Catherine," Grissom voice was barely audible through gasps for breath.

"Grissom what's happened?" asked Cath trying to remain calm but the fact Gil Grissom was on the other end of the phone crying sent her panicking.

"Cath she really sick I don't' know what to do," said Grissom his usual cool calm collected exterior out the window.

"Can you get her too hospital?" replied Cath she didn't know what was going on but for Grissom to be in that state she knew it was bad.

"Yes," replied Grissom processing in his head what was going on, he knew he needed to get Sara to hospital but somehow his brain wasn't functioning.

"I'll meet you there," said Cath as Grissom hung up without even saying goodbye.

TBC…………………