A/N OK SO IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I POSTED. I'M SORRY! BUT THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND MY NEWBIES! I LOVE EACH AND EVERY REVIEW I GET! IT PUTS A SMILE ON MY FACE! A HUGE S/O TO KAYLA! SHE HAS BEEN A BIG HELP IN ALL THIS! :) ONLY A FEW MORE CHAPTERS LEFT IN THIS STORY! :)
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The ambulance rushed Morgan and Greg towards Desert Palm, the siren blaring, alerting everyone to its passengers. Greg held her hand praying to God and anyone listening for his wife and child to be ok, and for everything to just return to normal. "Sir, can you please move back a little? We need a little room to work." The young paramedic gave Greg a sympathetic look. He thought of his wife at home, probably just waking up with their six month son, blinking back tears he returned to the task at hand of saving these lives. Everyone knew and loved Morgan, her bubbly personality made her a favorite among the paramedics. Once the call went out that an officer was down, and identified as Morgan Brody-Sanders, the response from all teams had been great.
"Morgan, can you hear me?" "Hey Jon, I don't think she is responsive. MORGAN! MORGAN!" Slowly her eyes opened as she came too, looking up at the paramedics working over her. She felt Greg squeeze her uninjured arm, and her eyes fell back shut as the pain took back over her body. "Mathias, please hold on baby." Her thoughts going wild in her head.
"Are we almost there?" Greg asked? Knowing how many times he had taken this route, but yet when he was faced with his own wife's life or death, and that of his child, he couldn't think. He didn't know which way was up or down, left or right. He just wanted to know Morgan and Mathias were ok. "We are pulling up now."
Rushing in Morgan was quickly placed in a trauma room, and accessed. Many lacerations covered her body, and from what the doctor could tell she had a few broken ribs, a broken ulna of the right arm, and tib/fib fracture of the right leg. Remarkably there were no other injuries they could tell. She appeared to have no head injuries, but they would no more once scans and surgery was done. As for now Mathias was a big priority.
"We need a sono in here STAT!" Dr. Jones yelled. Once the fetal monitor was hooked up, and the sono was placed on Morgan's stomach, it was clear that this child was in deed needing to meet the world and soon. "His heart rate is low, Nancy call the OR and tell them we need to prep for an Emergency C-Section. Call NICU and have them on standby as well. He looks to be about full term but due to the trauma we never know what to expect. Erica call Dr. Sterling and tell him I have a MVA patient almost full term. We need a team."
Greg was outside the room pacing watching what was going on through the glass. His CSI instincts were kicking in, and he wanted to walk in there, chest out, hands beating "ME MAN, TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" Yet he knew that he couldn't do that. Morgan would kill him if he did, and she knew how to hide a body. He would have to wait for the doctor. Rushing out the doctor placed a hand on Greg's shoulder, "Son walk with me." "Your wife is stable for now. We are going to surgery. Your son is to be born soon by C-section. His heart rate is low, and if we don't do this, more complications could arise. I am worried Morgan may have more injuries internally that we are not aware of, but I can't know for sure until she is opened up. As for now she is a very lucky young woman. She only has a broken arm, leg, and a few ribs. Majority of the blood was from lacerations. Her blood pressure has dropped a few times, which is why she passed out." Tears ran down Greg's face as he hurried with the doctor to OR. Inside he was thanking his lucky stars there were not more life-threatening injuries, but he knew they had a long road ahead of them. "Come on, let's get you scrubbed in, and get you to meet your son!" Dr. Jones said as he ushered Greg into the small room to scrub in.
Greg changed into a pair of green scrubs, rushes to his wife side. Morgan is laid out on the table, a divider between her chest and stomach, as the team preps for surgery. She is intubated, and resting comfortably for the time being. Greg leans over and kisses her forehead, and wipes a tear off her cheek that fell from his. Whispering "Morgan, I love you. I hope you can hear me. We are fixing to meet our little boy. I can't wait, and I know you can't either. We will be waiting by your side when you wake up my love." Standing back up he gave the doctor a nod.
Soon the procedure begins, and as many scenes, and autopsies Greg has been on, nothing prepared him for this. No one had ever told Greg he would fall in love with a beautiful blonde, only to risk having her ripped away from him. Not now, not when their life was just getting started. "OK get ready." Suddenly the room falls silent. Greg squeezes her shoulder, and with a hesitance look, glances over the curtain to see the progress.
Shadow less figures of Fate, Destiny and Time all stand in the surgical room watching the small family and the army of doctors. Time waves his hand and all freeze. Turning he flings his arms out, hoping to reason. "You can't do this. Have they not suffered enough?" Fate just smiles.
A bright red baby boy with a full head of hair came into this world soon after that. His cry broke the silence of the room, and Greg stood in awe of son. "Morgan he's perfect. I wish you could see" "Would you like to cut the cord?" The doctor asked? Once the cord was cut, Mathias was whisked away by the nurses for evaluation, standard newborn, and due to the MVA trauma.
"We have a bleeder! Looks like we have more injures. CLAMPS!" "SHE'S CRASHING! QUICK WE NEED THE CART! GET THE HUSBAND OUT OF HERE NOW!"
Suddenly the room was a flurry of activity. Greg was ushered from the room, without explanation, and sent to the OR waiting room. Not sure what to do he paced.
Hearing the arrival of people Greg looked up hoping it was the doctor, instead he saw his friends. Brass, DB, Ecklie, Finn, Hodges, Nick, Sara, and Doc had just arrived. Sara and Finn rushed over to him, arms opened wide. Greg breaks down crying, telling them what had happened since arriving. It was then he noticed Sara was bandaged, looking at her she just shook her head. "I'm fine." Her mantra for everything.
Ecklie stood up then, "Greg, can I see my grandson?" "Uh, let me ask the nurse. I've not seen him since he was born. Man we didn't even have the baby shower." Walking out he finds a nurse who takes him and "Papa" to the NICU.
"Excuse me ladies, this young man would like to hold his son." She walks in Greg and Ecklie. The young NICU nurse smiles at Greg and hands him the dark headed green-eyed chubby baby boy wrapped in boy. "Congratulations, do you have a name picked out?" Greg smiled and looked down at his son. Looking up at Ecklie, "Sir, I'd like you to meet your grandson, Mathias Hojem-Sanders." Handing him to Ecklie, both let the years of hardness from the job wash away as the tiny miracle soften both of them.
Leaving Greg to some daddy alone time, Ecklie decided to join the group downstairs and show them pictures of Mathias, and update them all. Greg had been updated to the case, and despite everything, he wasn't mad. He wanted his wife to be okay.
About an hour after meeting his son, Dr. Jones found Greg alone, sitting in the nursery with Mathias, "Mr. Sanders..." He began, a solemn look on his face.
Back in the waiting room a heated discussion was underway. The group knew IAB would be coming in soon to discuss the entire incident, and Brass needing to make sure they all gave the same story. Not that anyone had broken the law, but Grave had had a few close calls already, and IAB always scrutinized a little too close with them.
"OK people let's get our story straight. We know IAB will be all over this, and I for one, am not going back and forth on this." Brass said jumping straight in. "I don't think Ecklie will care too much this time around considering Morgan is the one directly involved, but we need to be on point." Brass looked over at Nick. He knew that Nick and Hodges would be the two that would be hard to convince on this. "Nicky, I need you on this one." He saw Finn lean over and whisper in Hodges ear, "Ok, whatever needs to be done." David said. Brass's surprised look on his face quickly disappeared, but the veteran detective had suspected that romance for some time. DB and Doc chose this moment to beg off for coffee. DB had been in the lab the entire time, and at this point, he didn't need to be privy to details.
Sara reached over and squeezed her fiancé's hand. "Nick, love, it's not lying. Yeager was a prick. The bullet that will be pulled from him at autopsy by days is from HIS gun. He was a crazy jealousy SOB." "But Sara, he SHOT you as well! How do we ignore that?"
Brass sighs, shakes his head as he does with suspects. Finally he slams his hand down on the small table, warranting a look from the nurses. "People! Let's get this straight NOW BEFORE CONRAD RETURNS!"
At that moment Ecklie walked into the waiting room seeing the small circle, and hearing Brass's comment, "What's going on gang?" Everyone quickly becomes withdrawn into each other, and not wanting to speak more until he has left. "May as well tell me now, we have a long night." Sighing, Ecklie pulls over a lacquered chair and flops down. His clothes are torn and bloody, not that he has noticed, his eyes are blood shot. Sara looks at him, and wonders if anyone has stopped to ask him how he is doing in all of this. "Conrad, how are you holding up?" She finally breaks. He smiles, and the tears that have been hanging on burst through the dam. He is angry now. "HOW. AM. I. DOING." Each word is enunciated. "WELL..THIS SICK SON OF A BITCH TRIED TO KILL MY DAUGHTER AND MY UNBORN GRANDCHILD, AND HE TRIED TO TAKE OUT ONE OF THE DAMNED BEST CSIS WE HAVE. SO IM A FUCKING WRECK. BUT I WILL BE BETTER. Thank you Sara for asking." He grabs her hand and squeezes.
"Now would someone like to discuss how we are going to keep the story straight for IAB later?" Brass grinned and shook his head as the others dropped mouths looked on in shock. Yep Ecklie was on their side, it was going to just fine. The CSIs of Clark County Las Vegas Nevada had nothing to worry about...right? Sara, Nick, Finn all looked on with worry and heavy hearts.
A/N I WILL TRY TO GET THE LAST CHAPTERS UP SOON! PLEASE REVIEW! XOXO :)