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Why
Nick stood with his mouth wide open as I collapsed on the floor. Catherine was by my side in seconds.
"Sara, how far along are you?" she asked.
"6 months, Cath, 6 months," I said as I began to cry.
"Sar, everything is going to be ok," Nick said as he fell to the ground next to me.
"Doc, can this baby survive?" Catherine asked Doc Robbins.
"Well, it's not really my area of expertise…," he started.
"Can it?" Catherine asked again.
"Um, I've heard of babies being born this early and surviving but it would need immediate medical attention," he answered.
I looked round at Greg, Warrick and Grissom. They weren't experts on babies, and probably never would be but they knew giving birth at 6 months pregnant was bad. They looked all out of sorts with themselves, they didn't know what to do or say that would make the situation better. Warrick went over to Nick, he didn't really know why, he thought he could maybe comfort his best friend.
"Sara, we're going to help you, but you have to help yourself, you have to try not to push when the contractions come and get worse, ok?" Catherine asked me as she cupped my face in her hands.
"You're in the wrong line of work Catherine, you should've been a mid-wife," I smiled. "Ok."
"Does anyone have water?" Catherine asked looking round the room.
"Me," said Greg.
"Go get it. Warrick pass me my bag please," Catherine said.
"Here you go," said Greg as he passed over his bottle of water.
"Thank you."
"Your bag, Cath," said Warrick.
"Thanks. Sara, I'm gonna give you some aspirin and some ibuprofen, I know it's not an epidural but it's the next best thing, in our current situation, anyways," she smiled.
"Ok, I just don't want to have my little boy here, now," I said.
"A boy?" she asked.
"Yes," smiled Nick.
"Congratulations, man," Warrick said as he patted Nick on the shoulder.
"Yea," smiled Greg.
"Right, we need something to support Sara's head," said Doc Robbins.
"Grissom, Greg, we need your jackets, now," demanded Catherine. They didn't argue.
"Why is he coming so early?" I asked.
"Sometimes stress can induce labour," said Doc Robbins. "I'm going to have a look at you, is that ok," he asked nervously.
"Uh-huh," I said as I repositioned myself.
"We need to get out of here, soon. This baby isn't gonna wait for anyone," Doc Robbins said.
Nick looked as though he was going to start crying. Catherine was thinking about what to do next as I felt a small pain fill my body, my contractions had started. I didn't want to give in to the pain I was feeling. With every contraction, I felt more guilty I hadn't told my friends, maybe if I had then Nick could've been more protective of me and maybe I wouldn't have been in that storage unit, in labour, and surrounded by helpless friends.
"AHHHH," I screamed, I wasn't expecting such a strong contraction so soon.
"Hello someone, please," Greg shouted.
"Come on," yelled Warrick as he and Greg continued to knock, bang, thump and kick on the door.
"Sara, you just hang on in there ok, you and our little boy are going to be fine," Nick told me as he held my hand tightly.
"I'm not doing this again Nick, I'm not. When we get out of here you're getting a vasectomy, no more children for me!" I said rather louder than I intended to.
Nick blushed and Catherine tried her best not to burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry man," smiled Warrick.
"Yea, me too," Nick smiled back.
"Ahhh," I said again, this time squeezing Nick's hand, so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Ouch, that's my hand," Nick said.
"Sorry," I smiled weakly.
The sweat was pouring of me. I was sticky, smelly, uncomfortable, embarrassed beyond belief and so much more but I couldn't have been happier. Nick was by my side the whole time, that was all I wanted and cared about, other than Ava and Maddie, of course.
"Cath, I'm so sorry but I feel like I have to push my next contraction, and I want to," I said through my tears, which were coming thick and fast.
"No, Sara, you can't, not yet, your baby will need intensive care and we don't have that here," Doc Robbins tried to reason with me.
"I know but it hurts, so much, and I know it'll hurt even more but I can't wait, this baby isn't going to wait. I'm so sorry Nick, Catherine," I sobbed.
"You have nothing to be sorry for honey, nothing," Nick said as tears filled his eyes. "Catherine?"
She sniffled. "I guess there's nothing else we can do. And Sara, I'm the one who should be sorry, not you," she said as tears fell down her cheeks.
"Enough with the apologies, Doc, is there really nothing we can do?" asked Grissom.
"No, if we hold off the birth for to long the baby could end up in distress or have permanent disability or brain damage," he sighed.
Warrick and Greg fell to the floor. They had been listening in to our conversation whilst they continued to knock on the door. They felt so bad 'cause they couldn't get help or get any of us out.
"Um, right, jackets, we need more jackets," Doc Robbins choked out as he removed his own coat.
"Yea, ok, um, Sara are you about ready to push?" Catherine asked me.
"Yes, I think so, but I'm so scared," I said.
"I know, we all are."
Grissom got out of the way and sat in between Greg and Warrick, who were also staying out of the way. Neither of them had a role to play at that moment and they were glad about it.
"You ready Sara?" Doc Robbins asked.
I nodded.
"On three. One, two, three, push!" he shouted.
My screams filled the air. It was agony. I pushed and I pushed but it didn't feel like anything was happening. The whole time I couldn't stop crying. I was thinking, well trying to, of happier times as family; Nick, Ava, Maddie and me. I wondered how excited Ava and Maddie would be when they met their new baby brother, we hadn't even told the I was pregnant.
"Push!" yelled Catherine.
"I'm pushing!" I yelled back.
"That's it Sara, come on, deep breaths, you've done this before. Push!" Catherine said.
"Sara, I can see the head. Come on now, you're nearly there. One more big push," Doc Robbins said.
"No, I can't, Nick I can't," I said.
"Yes, Sara you can. Squeeze my hand as hard as you want, I don't care. Are you ready?" he asked me. "Are we ready?" he asked Catherine.
"Um, yes, but we need your jacket Nick and yours please Warrick," Catherine said as she lay hers on the floor.
"Ok," Warrick said as he got up and handed his jacket to Nick.
"Sorry about this," smiled Nick.
"It's ok, I needed I new jacket anyway," he smiled back.
"Greg, tell me something funny," Sara said.
"What?" Greg asked.
"Tell her something funny Greg," Nick demanded.
"Um, ok, well this situation is quite funny," he shrugged his shoulders.
Catherine shot him a glare.
"Ok, what about that time Ava and I were playing hide and seek in the lab and Grissom found me hiding under his desk, that was quite funny," Greg smiled.
"No, nothing about Ava or Maddie, tell me about a funny time before they were born, come on Greg, there were loads, we had so much fun. Think Greg think!" I yelled.
"Oh, what about that case we had a few years ago? I think we all worked it, but maybe not you Warrick," he gestured. "But I don't really remember. It was that lawyer who was killed at her son's wedding."
"Oh yea, I remember, my car was stolen," Nick said.
"Yea and it had all the evidence we collected in it," Grissom added.
"Ahhhhh, can you skip to the funny part now?" I asked.
"Um, I don't even know if there is a funny part to this story. I'm sorry Sara, I couldn't think of anything else. Oh, didn't you want Nick's hands?" he laughed.
"Yes probably," I panted.
"Right, one more big push. I'll count to three again," Doc Robbins said. "One."
"Two," Catherine said as she took my free hand.
"Three," said Nick.
"Push!" Doc Robbins yelled.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed.
"It's a boy," said Doc Robbins. "Knife, I need a knife."
"Here," smiled Nick.
"Thank you," Doc Robbins said as he cut the umbilical cord.
"You did it Sara, I'd hate to say 'I told you so' but I kinda just did," Nick whispered to me.
My smile quickly turned into a frown.
"Why is he not crying Nicky? Why is our son not crying?" I asked.
"It's his lungs, there not fully developed yet," Doc Robbins said before giving our baby the kiss of life.
"Cath, is he ok?" I asked.
She didn't reply.
We all sat with bated breath, waiting for news, preferably good news, that my son was breathing. I think Warrick, Greg and Grissom were almost as anxious as Nick and I. They couldn't see anything and so they wanted to know what was happening.
"Wait, can you hear that?" Grissom asked.
"Yea, what is that?" asked Warrick.
"It's Jim!" shouted Greg.
"Jim, Jim, we're in here, hello, Jim, help us!" they shouted at the same time.
"Hang on, we have a key!" Jim shouted back.
"I, I think he's breathing!" Doc Robbins exclaimed.
As the door rolled up, Greg dived in and gave Jim a huge hug, which sent Warrick into a small fit of laughter.
"Paramedics, we need paramedics!" shouted Catherine.
"Paramedics?" asked Jim.
"Yea, Sara had a baby," smiled Greg.
"A baby? Congratulations, I think," Jim smiled.
"3 months early, Jim. We need to get this baby to the hospital, now," Doc Robbins said.
"Oh, wow, I'll go call for an ambulance," Jim said, looking a little stunned.
I sighed as Catherine placed my baby boy in my arms. I thought Ava and Maddie were tiny but he was even smaller. Nick leaned in and kissed my forehead. We both looked down at our son. Something was wrong, his breathing was slow and laboured and he wasn't moving or crying.
"Cath, he's not doing anything," I said.
"He's very small, he's not going to do much but he's a fighter like his parents," she smiled as she stood up.
"No, Cath, I don't think he's breathing," I said as I started to cry again.
"Where is the ambulance!" yelled Warrick, he had been being nosy again.
"Doc?" Nick asked as his face turned a light shade of grey.
"Just wait for the ambulance," he said as he took my boy out of my arms and tried CPR.
"Why Nicky, why?" I asked.
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