Warning: For all you Stella Bonesera fans, this fic is not right for you. And I know that she was here for six years and that Jo was only here for two, but Jo is my fave so if you don't like the idea of Stella being the bad guy, please don't read this.

ALSO. My writing style is quite angsty. So… Beware.

I originally said that this would be a one-shot, but I think I'll be continuing it and make it a full-blown story.

AND a huge thanks to all who reviewed the original first chapter! It's because of y'all that I'll be writing more.

[I updated the chapter a bit, since i'm a bit more experienced with writing and all haha]

A key to reading this story: things written in italics will be the thoughts of the characters, and every chapter will be from the POV of a character which i will state in the beginning.

Anyways, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my story, and please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome :)

[Jo's POV]

Please Mac. Please answer your phone. Please….

"You have reached the voicemail box of Detective Mac Taylor, head of the NYPD CSI Crime Lab. I am unable to take your call right now. Please leave a message with your name and number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. *BEEEEEEEP*"

"Mac, it's… It's me. Jo….. Please…. Please… I need your help…. I think… I was… Car accident. I don't… I don't know where I am… Please…."

I pressed the 'end' button and waited; waited for Mac to call me back to tell me that help was on the way, for me to hold on.

The accident was still hazy in my mind. I couldn't remember what had happened.

Drunken one-night stand with Mac…..

The pregnancy test…..

Stella coming back….

The cold-shoulder Mac started giving me…..

The proposal….

The tears….

The bright lights from the truck….

"I was hit by a truck." I muttered.

I tried to move, only to have a shooting pain start in chest, which led to a violent coughing fit. I coughed into my hands a couple of times. When the coughing fit finally passed, I felt something wet in my palm.

Blood.

Shit i probably punctured a lung or something…

Then the sharp pains hit my abdomen with such force that I couldn't help but yelp.

I took another look at my cell, hoping that Mac had called, or even texted. Nothing.

Another wave of pain hit me; this time, harder than the last. Something warm gushed out of me. Looking down, I saw that is was blood. And a lot of it.

Not now… It's not a miscarriage… I'm 8 months it just can't be a miscarriage….

"Please…. No…" I whimpered.

The third time the pain hit me, I nearly passed out. It felt as if someone was ripping me apart from the inside with a hunting knife. I could smell the blood, and I could feel how much blood I was losing.

"We're dying." I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face.

It felt like an eternity later, but I heard my phone ring.

"Please… Help." I whispered, my energy failing me.

"Jo? JO? JO ARE YOU THERE?" I heard someone yell.

"Help." I whimpered, as another wave of pain came.

"Jo, it's Flack. Where are you?"

"I… Car…. Flipped. Hurts." I gasped through the pain.

"You're going to be ok… You're going to be fine. I'm coming to get you." Flack said.

I was attacked by another coughing fit, only to cough up more blood.

How much blood can a pregnant woman loose before both her and her baby die?

"Jo… JO LISTEN TO ME. Keep talking… Stay awake." Flack instructed.

"So much… Blood… Too much…."

"You're going to be ok, Jo… Adam's tracking your cell and I'm coming… Just… Just, hold on.." Flack pleaded.

"I…. Stella and Mac… Happiness… They'll be happy…."

It was cold, and I was so tired….

"Tired…" I whimpered.

"NO. DON'T YOU DARE GO TO SLEEP, JO DANVILLE." Flack barked.

"Take… Take care of her. Promise…." I started.

"No, Jo. DON'T say it... Just…" Flack stuttered.

"I… Her name… Daniella. Daniella Amy." I whispered, almost all of my energy drained.

"Don't… Jo, please…" Flack started.

It's so cold. I'm so tired. There's too much blood….

"Godfathers… Godfather needs to know…. Name…." I whispered, blood filling my mouth once again.

Except, this time, I didn't have the strength to cough. It felt like I was choking.

"Pro…mise…. Mmmmm…." I muttered, darkness threatening to drag me under.

"I promise.. Jo, I promise…" Flack whispered into the phone, his voice catching.

"Good."

The word barely escaped my lips before I finally let the darkness consume me.