Twenty-four hours until her last round of chemotherapy, they said last but she knew if it hadn't worked she would face more. She listened to them as they said there was a good chance that it would work, 'good'. Sara was sat on the bed stroking Hank, Grissom was in court today and had left ten minutes ago after trying once again to get Sara to talk to him but she wouldn't, she couldn't. They had reverted back to the tension of when they first started dating, neither knowing how to talk to the other, well that wasn't true, Grissom was doing his best to get Sara to tell him what was wrong but she had reverted back to her shell insisting everything was fine. She couldn't tell him how scared she was she didn't want to let him down. In her mind somewhere she knew she wasn't letting him down but she was scared, scared of been ill again. Oddly enough the cancer hadn't really made her ill until the treatment started so she had to remind herself that left untreated it would slowly kill her.
She needed to talk to someone this was driving her mad suddenly she got up off the bed making Hank jump she grabbed her keys and jacket and walked out the house leaving Hank to get himself comfy on the bed again.
She had been walking for nearly an hour and was dead on her feet. She didn't have a clue were she was going when she left the house and now as she stood outside the taxi station in the dimness of the evening she still wasn't entirely sure where she was going it wasn't until she got in the cab she made her mind up. It was late evening when the taxi left Sara at her destination and as she walked up the driveway she was having second thoughts, it was Catherine's night off she was probably asleep she wasn't with Lindsay because she had gone on some school trip that involved three suitcases been packed. She was halfway up the drive when she decided she was been stupid and turned back but as she turned away a voice called to her.
"Are you going to stand there all night setting off the intruder light of are coming in?" came Cath's voice in the night air. Sara had set off a motion sensitive light when she got close to the house alerting Catherine to her presence.
Catherine waited until Sara was sat on her sofa before she began her interrogation, from working with Sara for seven years she knew sometimes the younger women needed a push before she'd give anything personal away
"So you fancied a late night stroll?" asked Catherine sitting down on the seat opposite Sara and looking her up and down the way Brass did suspects.
"Yeah I guess I got bored," replied Sara her guard now well and truly up while she had, had every intention of going to Cath's she didn't know why she never intended to break down and tell her how frightened she was.
"You thought you'd stroll up and down my driveway?" asked Cath sarcastically. Sara had no answer to this she could tell Cath had a pretty good idea why she was here.
"You make for pretty poor conversation Sidle," smiled Cath, "I know you used to Grissom but with normal people it's a two way thing." Cath knew Sara was scared, who wouldn't be but she wanted Sara to tell her to admit it.
"He talks," said Sara shyly, "he keeps trying to talk to me." Sara began playing with a piece of hair that was hanging by her face, "I can't talk to him. It's stupid but I can't."
"You can talk to me," said Cath now joining Sara on the sofa.
"I'm scared, really scared," said Sara her face dropping down so Catherine couldn't see her.
"Were all here for you Sara," said Cath putting a hand on her knee.
"I don't want to get that sick again, I don't think I could cope," tears were now welling up in her eyes as she replied.
"To be honest I don't know how you coped," said Cath.
"I don't think I have another choice," said Sara after a few moments silence, " I don't know how you cope with Lindsay by yourself.
"Some days I don't," replied Cath with a smile, "do you want a drink or anything?" she asked as Sara finally looked up her eyes filled with unshed tear.
"I've got a hospital appointment tomorrow, tests," she clarified as Cath looked at her with a look that meant she thought she was having chemo and Cath had got he days confused.
"You know it only takes me five minutes to make coffee, you're not going to be here that long," said Cath looking slightly confused.
"No fluids before hand, I've got to drink some dye," explained Sara.
"Sounds disgusting, or something Doc Robbins would love," she added as Sara smiled.
"Ok so I'll have a drink then drive you home before Grissom wonders where you are."
"Thank you Cath," smiled Sara.
Sara made it home before Grissom, court had been delayed and she actually managed to get some sleep, either from been able to talk to someone of just her body telling her how exhausted she was. She even woken by the alarm the next morning but by Grissom gently rocking her shoulder.
"Hey," said Sara wearily, "I was just watching…." She trailed off realising she wasn't in front of the TV where she last remembered been but laid on their bed fully clothed with a blanket on top of her.
"I didn't want to wake you but you didn't look very comfy," smiled Grissom, "we've got to be at the hospital in an hour for your tests," he added.
"Ok I'm up," replied Sara not budging from where she was.
"I'm going to be there with you the entire time," said Grissom from the hallway.
"I know," replied Sara shuffling off the bed, "and I'm grateful," she added going into the hallway and kissing him, "I'm always grateful to have you," she said smiling mischievously at him.
An hour and a half later and they were sat in a slightly unfamiliar part of the hospital, Sara had already had one scan before which she was required to drink a rather disgusting looking and tasting dye. She was now waiting to have some bloods taken then a agonizing three hours after that she would begin her last round of chemotherapy.
TBC……………………..
Not as long update as usual but I've just started my final year at uni and dissertations come with lengthy word counts….that said I am still writing even if it takes longer (it keeps me relatively sane). Please feel free to leave a review, comment…anything.