This is only my second FanFiction. I do not own anything, CSI doesn't belong to me, although Holly is my Character. She's a CSI and is married to Nick.

Harry Shaw watched as Nick Stokes walked out of bar. He had his muscular arms round his wife and college, Sara Sidle. He picked up the photos of them to double check who they were. He could here them laughing, clearly drunk. His phone rang

"What is it, boss?"

"Is it done yet?"

"Almost I have eyes on him now if you'd get off the phone I could do it now"

"Right hurry up then" Shaw's boss hung up and he followed orders

"There is no way either of you are driving" Holly argued

"I'm'nt that drunk" Nick protested, failing to not act drunk. Holly looked at him and grabbed the keys from his grasp.

"I hate it when you do that" Nick complained.

"Oh damn, I've left my purse in the bar, I'll be two sec's" Sara said running off, back into the bar

'Now' thought Barry. He got out of his car unsecuring his glock and taking it in his hands. He walked up to his target. Holly and Nick were still arguing about how drunk he was. "I only had 3 beers"

"Yeah 3 plus 7, Nicky" Nick pinned Holly up against the car, and they kissed each other.

"You fancy a quickie?" Nick asked smiling. Holly punched him in the shoulder and opened the car door.

"Stokes" Shaw called out blankly. Nick turned around wondering who was calling his name. He spun around and saw the gun pointing him. He sobered up in record time and raised his hands slightly. Holly looked over horrified "sir?" Holly called out "put the gun down" her voice was calm and soothing, making Nick less panicky, the fact that she was behind him was making him even better.

"NO" he snapped back

"Sir drop the gun" she put her hand up to her waist, her gun wasn't there, she must have left it in the car, she gently felt her husband's hip where his gun usually was, no luck either

"STAY OUT OF THIS BITCH"

"Sir drop the gun, you don't wanna do this" she said in a no-nonsense tone

"Oh yes I do, lady"

"Why do you wanna do this then?" Holly asked her tone sympathetic. She looked at the entrance of the bar'please Sara don't come out now.' It was clear the man wasn't listening too her. She came out from behind Nick, arms raised, receiving a death stare from him.

"Sir you don't have to do this, we can talk about this, but waving a gun in the air isn't gonna make people listen to you anymore" She the man fired twice into Nick chest. Holly raced to stop her husband from falling to the ground. sh grabbed a jumper from inside the car and threw it on his wounds. The shooter came closer to them and held a gun up to Holly's head.

"Don't" Holly begged. It was the first time he's listened to her and ran off. She pulled him up on to her knees "Nicky, it's gonna be okay, c'mon" he grabbed her arm. Sara came back out of the bar, she couldn't see either of them, two legs were sticking out from underneath the car door she ran over realising something was wrong. Nick was struggling to breathe, and was coughing up blood.

"oh god Nicky, try stay awake" his grip on her arm was loosening. Holly noticed Sara crouched down beside her and Nick, she looked like she had just seen a ghost

"How many times had he been shot?" she asked with a phone to her ear

"Tw…twice" she choked seeing the colour draining from her husband's face. She felt the cold sweat leaking out off his back as she held him.

"Nicky don't do this to me, I love you"

"Ho...Holly" she nodded willing to go on "I…love" his eyes were closing

"I love you too Nick, Nicky stay awake" she could the sirens in the distance getting closer. She shook him gently, he didn't re-open his eyes

"NICKY"

She was standing in the waiting room blood soaked her clothes. Funny looks were coming from others in the hospital, but she didn't care. Holly didn't want to sit down in fear of ruining the evidence. That sounded stupid, the person she loved most, her husband, was dying and she was worrying about the evidence, that wasn't relevant to the case. Her phone was ringing, although she couldn't hear it she was too lost in her thoughts. The ambulance ride to the hospital was the scariest seven minutes of her life. Up to now the scariest day of her life was Nick being kidnapped. When she'd told her friends that they'd thought she was crazy, she had been kidnapped too, but at least she knew the people she loved were safe. Things hadn't gone well in the ambulance, Nick had gone down hill, lost a whole lot of blood and had a cardiac arrest, and they'd gotten him back, although the paramedics didn't look hopeful. They had tried to be optimistic, and for their sake she had gone a along with it. She'd been a CSI for long enough to know when people were lying and when people were trying to make her feel better. The ringing of her phone she took it out of her pocket. Sara. She hadn't been aloud to come with them; Holly had had to beg to come. She probably wanted to know how Nick was, in truth she didn't even know, it rang out, before she had the chance to answer it. She was wondering why that son of a bitch had shot Nick. She didn't recognize him, but yet again she hadn't seen Walter Gordon before – no one had. She looked up to see Russell standing over her, with a paper bag and spare clothes.

"You okay" he asked. She looked at his as if to say 'what do you think?' If he's been anyone else she would have just shrugged, but she wasn't in the mood for his 'cheering up methods'

"Were you hit, Holly?"

"No" she whispered only loud enough for him to here

"I brought what was in your locker, and your ID." She took them out of his hands "Do you have someone to look after the kids?"

"I'll call my brother" she said taking her phone back out of her back pocket. Russell put his hand on hers

"Barbara, can take them"

"I couldn't ask her to do that"

"You didn't I offered I already called her, she wants to as well"

"I don't know D.B they barely know her"

"She'll look after them Holly"

"I know that, but they've only spoken to her once or twice"

"They'll be fine" he shouldn't really be asking her this. He knew how particular she and Nick were about who they left their children with. It wasn't that she didn't trust her, but the kids might not. Their lives were possibly about to be ripped apart, the least she could do was make them feel safe now.

"I'll call my brother and ask him if he can drop them off at your wives house, his shift starts in an hour." He nodded. Russell looked at her the worry was evident in her face, panic even "he's strong Holly, a fighter"

"I'm gonna get changed" Russell had no right to say that he'd only known Nick for a year. She knew her husband was a fighter, he had lay though 24 hours of pure torture, but if it's your day, no one can fight that off.

There was another woman in the bathroom she looked horrified when Holly walked in. Did people not have any common sense these days? She was in a hospital for god sake, people bled. Fare enough if she'd walked in to a casino or a hotel covered in blood. She walked in to the stall without explaining or showing her ID. Which would probably been a mistake.

Sara walked up to the woman on reception desk "hi im looking for Nick Stokes please"
"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't give out any information on Mr Stokes"

"I'm a CSI I work very closely with him, please" she explained holding her badge. She hook her head "I'm sorry" Sara knew there wasn't any point in arguing. She may as well just wait for Greg, then phone Holly again.

Holly walked back out of the stall, the creped out old lady was still there she crouched down and began folding her clothes.

"What are you doing?" she asked

She looked up at her "oh I'm a CSI, easier to do this myself"

"Oh right, got a little creeped out when I saw you" Holly laughed sealing the bag. She stood up began to wash the blood of her hands. Reality was beginning to set in; this was her husband's bloods. Tears began to fall from her eyes. "Someone you love?" she nodded not looking up from her hands.

"Why you here, someone you love?" she asked drying off her hands. Her phone rang before she got a chance to answer "Johnson"

"Where are you?" Russell asked

"Still in the bathroom, ill be out in a minute"

"Okay the nurse is here she won't tell me anything until you're here"

"Okay I'm coming back" she excused herself from the woman and went to find Russell again.

Shaw walked into his boss's office. He'd shot Stokes, but his stupid wife had been there. There was no way he could have watched him die; he's have had to shoot her too. He didn't have the heart to kill her. Idiot of a boss had showed him their kids, cutest things he'd seen he was a real sucker for kids. He'd taken their father, leave their mother out of it. He'd done his job anyway – sort of.

"Hey boss" he said trying to lighten the mood

"You do it" he grumbled back

"Yes, sir"

"Witnesses?"

"…none sir" he lied. His boss looked at him funny

"stop calling me sir, this is serious

"Chill boss, have you found out whether it was a success yet?"

"It better have been or you'll be lying in a bed next to him" he nodded in return noting his sarcasm.

"You need anything else?"

"Nope you can disappear now"

"What you doing about him now?" Harry asked

"Dressing up" he replied. Harry laughed and watched him leave.