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A/N: Thanks to my muses Grits and FishyFries that helped me along the way in for this chapter. Big thanks to Izzy for Betaing. Thanks you to the one in yahoo group for helping with the thing I needed help with. And thanks to those who have already read. Love you all.

Chapter One: The Accident

It seemed like a dream well in this case a nightmare. Everything happened so fast, yet it all moved in slow motion. One minute they were laughing as she pulled away from the stoplight. Next, there was a sudden flash and the sound of metal to metal, then darkness.

Sara awoke to the noise of people shouting. She tried to focus on the shapes that moved around her. She couldn't concentrate; her head was throbbing too hard. She managed to turn her head and look at her passenger. When she noticed he was gone she started to panic. "Greg?" Sara tried to move, to get up. She was pinned down. "Greg? Greg?" Sara started to cry, she was so confused. She didn't know where she was or what had happened. Most of all she couldn't understand why Greg wasn't there. Maybe she remembered wrong. Maybe she was alone, wherever she was.

"Sara calm down." Sara felt a hand touch her head. "Sara, my name is Janice. I'm a paramedic you've been in an accident. We are getting you out now; but you need to stay still. Now listen, I'm going to slide this neck brace on you." Janice said in a calming voice. Janice kept hearing Sara mumbling something about Greg. "He's already out sweetheart. Sara it is going to be noisy for a few minutes. They're going to let me stay right here." Janice pulled the protective blanket over Sara and one over herself. "Sara you ready?"

A tear slid down Sara's cheek and she liked her lips. "Yes." The noise was unbearable and she felt as she was being cut in half. She was getting so cold. "Cold… I'm cold." Her words were just above a whisper.

As the rescue workers fought hard to free Sara, two vehicles pulled up. The three people walked up and stood behind Jim Brass who was engulfed in the horror that lay before him. "Hey Jim what do we…" Ecklie trailed off, as he took noticed of the scene. Five bodies lay on the ground in sheets, the road covered in blood, and rescue workers working on cutting someone out of the mangled vehicle. "How many?" Ecklie was speechless for the first time in his life. In all his time as a CSI, he had never felt like it was personal to him. And he didn't understand why this time.

Brass took a deep breath. "Five dead, all teenagers. Witnesses said they were speeding without their headlights on and ran the red light. There was nothing she could do to stop it." Tears started to pour from his eyes.

"Who is she? Jim what aren't you telling us?" Catherine started to get very concerned and a cold chill ran down her spine.

Brass wiped his eyes and turned to the three. His eyes locked on Grissom's. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He gave Grissom a sympathetic look.

At that moment, Grissom's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He shook his head, "No. Jim, you're wrong." He was tunneled vision on the car where rescue workers were. 'A nightmare, this is what it is. Everything is fine I'll wake up and she will be in my arms sleeping. I'm not losing her, not this way. Damn it Gil; wake up so you can kiss her. Wake up!' He screamed to himself. But he wasn't waking up. This was real, too real. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact he may have just lost Sara, his Sara. The woman who makes him smile, the same woman who amazes him everyday. How could he just lose that in one moment, one instant? Gone, just gone forever.

Brass let the tears fall again. He didn't care if he thought of it as weak. Sara was like his daughter and he loved her like his own. "They freed Greg not to long ago. He's in very bad shape. I don't think they are giving him much hope to live. They are still trying to get to Sara. They don't know how bad she is hurt. All they knew was Greg was hurt pretty badly. They're still trying to free Sara. Gil… I…" He couldn't finish.

Grissom dropped his case and started to run toward the accident. "Sara!" His feet felt like they were made out of lead. All he knew was that he had to get to her. He just wanted to hold her in his arms. "Sara!" Before he could reach the car, a man jumped into his way. "Get out of my way! I need to get to her." Grissom was in full panic mode as he tried to get to her, but couldn't.

"Sir… Sir. We are doing everything we can right now. Please go back. You can't help her now." The man could see the pain in his eyes. "Look I understand how you feel but…"

"She's free! Get me that backboard." Janice shouted. "Sara no, no, no you stay with me." She looked around at all the people rushing to help her. She helped to keep Sara calm as they pulled her free and placed her on the gurney. "Damn it Sara, don't do this." She could tell Sara was starting to go into shock.

Grissom saw them pull Sara out and place her on the gurney. While the man holding him back was distracted, Grissom shoved him away and took off toward Sara. "Sara, honey." He caressed her hair.

"You shouldn't be here sir. We need to get her to the hospital now." Janice pushed Grissom back and took Sara to the ambulance. Janice could see Sara starting to get agitated. "Hey! Are you coming?" She called from the ambulance.

The waiting room at the hospital was filled with members of the crime lab and police department. They were waiting for word on Sara and Greg. "Gil, will you sit down please? They will both be fine. They are strong and they are fighters."

Everyone looked up when a doctor walked in. "Is there a Gil Grissom here?" Grissom walked up to the doctor. "I'm Doctor Zooker; I was the doctor who worked on Sara Sidle tonight." Dr. Zooker looked around the room. "Would you like to go to my office?"

"No." Grissom looked at the group behind him. "We're all her family." Grissom was so scared about what he was going to hear.

"Alright then." Dr. Zooker looked at his notes and then looked back at Grissom. "She has a concussion and needed six stitches to the cut on her forehead. Her right wrist is broken, she has several bruised ribs, she needed stitches to a cut on her left leg, and her left ankle was dislocated and broken in two places. Other than that, she's okay. She is resting right now and I would like her to stay for a few days. They will be moving her to her own room soon. When she gets settled in, I'll have a nurse show you there. Do you have any questions?"

Sara started to wake up. She moved her head slowly as she tried to get her eyes to focus. She felt someone sit on the bed and take her hand. "Sara… honey?" She felt them touch her head. "Hey come on Sara. Look at me." Grissom smiled down at Sara when her eyes finally fell on his.

"Hi." Sara closed her eyes and then opened them again. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital, Sara." Grissom rubbed Sara's hand. "Do you… remember what happened?" He watched she turned even more paler than she was already.

"There was a flash. I think someone hit us." Her mind started to drift. "Greg… Gris… how's Greg? Where is he? I need to find him." She went to get up.

"Hey… hey now, stop." He pushed her back. "No, Sara. Baby, I'm sorry." He didn't know how to tell her about Greg. "You need to rest."

"Grissom what is it? What is wrong with Greg?" Her body shook as she waited for the answers she needed.

"Honey…" He knew he had to tell her. "Sara… Greg… he didn't make it." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. Then he leaned his forehead against hers, being careful of her bandage. "I'm so sorry, Sara. We lost him about a half hour ago." He lifted his head up and looked in her eyes.

"Grissom… I-" She started to think but she couldn't get her thoughts straight. "I'm… tired… okay?" She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep she muttered, "All my fault."

"No, Sara, not your fault." He sat there, her hand in his and the other caressing her hair. Tears fell from his eyes as he watched her sleep. He didn't know if she was going to be strong enough to get through Greg's funeral.