Happy Easter everybody :) I had some time so thought I'd start a new story. Most of this is already written or planned so updates should be quick. It's not going to be a long story (unless I get carried away :P) but hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway.

Primarily it's a Sara story, but really it's about the whole team and their reaction to the situation. And, for a change, this is not a CARA fic.

Let me know think of it so far

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI etc etc

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"You know, I did have better things to be doing on my night off." Catherine huffed, handing her sister the purse she'd left at the older woman's house.

"I know, I know." Nancy rolled her eyes, flicking briefly through her purse – more out of habit than suspicion – before tossing it into her locker. "And you know I appreciate you coming down here." Cath hummed sceptically, accepting to offered hug. She dropped a kiss onto the nurse's cheek, patting her arm lightly as she turned to leave.

"Where would you be without me?" She hollered teasingly over her shoulder. Nancy's laughter faded into the haunting quiet of the A&E waiting area, filled with the injured and dazed talking in hushed tones inamongst the bustling nurses.

Catherine made her way through the maze of chairs, her gaze fixed straight ahead on the clear glass front doors with bright daunting letters embossed across them. She was barely four feet from the exit when a pained whimper caught her attention. She didn't know what made her seek out the source of the noise, but she would be forever glad that she did.

Curled into a plastic chair, arms wrapped protectively around her stomach as tears streamed down her pale cheeks, was Sara Sidle.

"Sara?" Catherine blinked, dashing over to the girl. "Sar?" She lightly touched her friend's shoulder, getting her attention. Fearful dark eyes flashed up at her, scanning her face for some recollection through the hazy vision. "What's wrong, honey?" Cath asked, attempting to hide her panic as she crouched down in front of the chair.

"It hurts." Sara managed to mumble, clutching her stomach tighter.

"Have you signed in?" Catherine asked, gesturing to the bored-looking receptionist shuffling papers behind the desk. Sara shook her head, curling into herself further.

"I couldn't … it hurts." She repeated weakly. "The baby." Catherine's blue eyes latched back to her own as her mind processed Sara's quiet confession-of-sorts.

"Baby?" she repeated softly, giving Sara's crumpled figure a once-over. "Oh, god." In a heartbeat, she was back on her feet, promising Sara help. She darted off, instructing the brunette not to move.

Like she could anyway.

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"Nancy!" The nurse spun on her heel at the panic-stricken voice hollering her name. She turned in time to see her sister bolting towards her through the busy department.

"Cath, what's happened?" She asked, catching the speeding woman by the arms.

"Sara … she's hurt. I don't know what's happened…" she listed breathlessly while pulling the younger blonde down the hallway by the sleeve of her scrubs.

"Sara … your Sara?" She asked, jogging to keep up. And sure enough, in the waiting room they landed by the young brunette that Nancy recognised from Catherine's photographs of her colleagues.

"Sara, can you tell me what's wrong?" she asked professionally, leaning down to the injured young woman.

"She's pregnant!" Cath blurted out. Nancy barely showed a reaction to the comment, clicking her fingers at a passing orderly.

"Get her into a ward." She barked, before scuttling off to find a doctor.

Catherine watched Nancy run off, but opted to stay with Sara as she was rapidly dragged onto the trolley and wheeled down the corridor.

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Her hand grasped blindly for Catherine, who grabbed it tightly, rubbing comforting circles on it with the pad of her thumb.

"You're going to be alright, honey." She lied, dancing around the abundance of staff that had mysteriously appeared – summoned by Nancy – to attach various wires and machines to her stricken friend.

"The baby." Sara whimpered again.

"I know, its okay." Cath kissed her forehead, fighting back tears herself.

"How far along is she?" She heard her sibling ask amongst the crowd.

"I … I don't know. I didn't know…" Cath stuttered.

"She's bleeding." She heard an unfamiliar voice announce. Sara let out a soft cry, turning her head away from them. Catherine couldn't bring herself to look at they were doing, so she wrapped an arm awkwardly around Sara's shoulders and pressed her lips into her hair.

"It's going to be okay babe; you're going to be fine." She repeated, nuzzling the crying girl's face. Even she could tell that Sara was getting weaker by the second.

Catherine managed to catch her sister's eye but the sad look in her gaze was too much for her bear. She tugged her friend closer, holding her as tight as possible.

Someone in a white coat, who Catherine assumed to be the doctor, had taken over and was barking orders at her staff.

"How long has she had a fever?" The doctor, a middle aged woman with short brown hair and a sharp Northern accent asked.

"I don't know." Catherine answered instinctively before it dawned on her that she probably hadn't been talking to her.

"It hurts. Am I still bleeding?" Sara whimpered looking from one person to another. Catherine leant down to her ear, peppering a kiss against her burning skin.

"It's ok sweetheart, you're gonna be fine." She assured her gently. A nurse gave her a shot of Demerol to ease the pain and then proceeded to undress her somewhat roughly, half-heartedly throwing a cover over her. Catherine straightened it out across Sara's abdomen, letting her hand rest lightly on her toned stomach.

"You can go." The Doc barked harshly at the blonde.

"No!" Sara wailed, reaching out blindly for Catherine in her pain-induced state. Cath grabbed her hand and fixed the doctor with an icy glare.

"You heard her; I'm not going anywhere." She stated coolly, turning her attention back to Sara. "Okay kid, just relax. You're gonna be okay."

The words of comfort tasted bitter to her own lips, but she continued to whisper them to her frightened friend, clutching her hand as tight as she could; as if it might hold her together long enough to get her through this.

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