A/N: I wrote this a while back but forgot to post it..I seem to have done that with a few stories of mine.Sorry.lol. Enjoy. I will not take this long to update.

I OWN NOTHING

When most people receive a phone call pass midnight it usually means something bad, or some stupid teller marketer trying to make some money. Most people hope for the second choice. Those thoughts, however, did not run through George Venturi's mind, as he left the comfort of his bed to go upstairs and answer the phone. Nora moaned from the disturbance, and rolled over.

"Hello?" He answered in a tired voice.

"Is this the Venturi residence?" Said the man on the other side of the phone. He sounded to be somewhere between thirty or thirty-five. George automatically imagined him with a scruffy beard.

"Yes." George responded. "Is everything okay, who are you?"

"My name is Nathan. I am a nurse at First Cross Medical hospital. I'm sorry sir but there seems to have been an accident involving a Casey McDonald. Does any one by that name live there?"

"Yes! What happened, is she alright?" George was fully awake, his heart started beating rapidly.

"She was involved in a head on collision. The car spun a little out of control. She is in critical condition at the moment."

George's voice cracked. He could feel tears staring form.

"I'm very sorry. I'll you keep you in my prayers."

George smiled slightly. He knew the man couldn't see it, but he still did it. The man had an experience sound to his voice, as though he had done this more then once, and most likely, the McDonald-Venturi wouldn't be his last call of the night.

"Thank you, I appreciate that." He hung up the phone.

George did his best trying to gather the words to say to Nora. He walked downstairs into their room, and turned on the light; Nora moaned and rolled over.

"George what are you doing?" She asked in a sleepy tone.

George was silent as he sat down on the bed. Nora looked at him concerned.

"Everything okay?"

He shook his head no.

Her mind went straight to Casey.

"Where is Casey? Is she home?"

Tears started to form in George's eyes. Nora felt tears coming too.

"There was an accident."

Nora felt the life leave her body.

"She is at the hospital in critical condition."

Nora spoke not a word. She got right out of bed, grabbed her coat, and went upstairs.

"Nora?" George called as he followed her.

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Insomnia strikes again, its victim would Derek. He couldn't relax. His constant tossing and turning had made him hungry.

Nothing like cold pizza to put a person to sleep.

He got out of bed, and went downstairs.

Derek tiptoed into the kitchen, and went right to fridge.

He poked his head in and rummaged through the leftovers.

Derek could hear George and Nora coming up the stairs. It startled him.

"Nora, please, calm down! You are in no condition to drive"

Derek stood in the corner, unseen, looking confused.

"That's my daughter, and she needs me." Nora said calmly.

Derek smirked.

So what, did Mrs. Perfect get drunk at the concert, and needs her mommy to drive her home?

"There is nothing you can do! It's all up to the doctors."

"Doctors?" Derek said aloud.

George and Nora turned to him.

"What's going on?" He said walking closer to them.

Nora hung her head down.

"Casey has been in a car accident."

Derek's body went numb. He couldn't explain to wave of feelings flowing through his body. It was as though everything zoomed out and slowed down around him. He did his best to breath.

"She is in critical condition."

Nora started crying. George brought her into a hug.

Derek looked away; his thoughts were still scrambled.

"Derek I need you to wake everyone up and bring them to the hospital. Nora and I are going ahead."

Derek stood there like a statue.

"Derek look at me!" George said sternly.

The gruffness of his father's voice startled him. He looked up George and nodded.

George snapped his fingers. "Get your head on straight Derek, okay? I need you to do this."

Derek nodded again. He started walking in the directions of the stairs. He stood in the middle of hall confused; his mind now racing.

Who do I wake up first?

He decided just to yell real loud.

"WAKE UP EVERYBODY!" His voice traveled all through the house. All three children jolted, awake at the same time.

"What is going on?" Asked Lizzie.

"Yeah Derek." Chimed in Edwin as he came walking down the stairs.

"Not very nice Smerek." Marti said while rubbing her eyes.

"Listen get ready now, we have to go to the hospital, Casey was in a car accident."

"What?" Lizzie's voice started to crack.

"Lizzie please, I'll explain in the car."

Lizzie nodded. She wiped the few tears that had managed to escape her eyes.

They all grabbed their coats, and left the house.

The car ride was quiet and cold. The air was tense with anticipation about Casey; no one was quite sure what would be proper car talk for this situation.

They arrived at the hospital, entering, they desperately tried to find George and Nora. Once they were spotted Lizzie immediately went running to her mother. Derek had to sit. The room was spinning. Everything felt wrong, and out place. He fell into the waiting room chair, and rested his head in the palms of his hand. He looked up at the people that surrounded him. Some were sleeping, other looked worried or were crying. Derek saw Emily's parents at the front desk with George and Nora. Her mother, Pam, was crying uncontrollably, while her father, Roger, was tightly holding Pam in his arms. The sight left him feeling uncomfortable.

Please God, let Casey live. He quietly prayed to himself.