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A/N I thought you guys were getting a little bit too complacent with the story so I threw away the old ending and jazzed it up a bit! Enjoy!

Chapter seven

Nick didn't see the truck as he steered the SUV across the intersection. Not until it was too late did he realise what was happening.

Catherine who had been following her colleagues black SUV pulled to a stop as the lights changed to red. Within a split second she caught sight of a silver truck as it ploughed into the vehicle in front of her, crushing it like it was made of cardboard. After the horrific sound of metal hitting metal the silence that ensued was almost deafening. She scrambled out of her car and stumbled her way towards the mangled heap of wreckage that only seconds before had held two of her closest friends. As her heart thumped in her chest she struggled to pull her cell from its place in her pocket before dialling 911.

Time seemed to stand still as she crouched beside the upturned vehicle and strained her eyes in an attempt to locate the passenger. Silence, no moaning, no screaming, no crying just deadly silence. Shifting her body so that she lay flat on the tarmac she stretched her arm out and forced it into the small space that she knew would have once been the passenger side door. As her hand came into contact with firm flesh she tightened her fingers around it feeling something unfamiliar, something she shouldn't have felt. Slowly withdrawing her hand she gasped a loud sob, her usually pale skin was stained a bright red, blood dripped through her open fingers.

"Sara!" Her voice echoed through the empty streets.

"Oh God Sara!" Clamping her hand across her mouth to stifle a scream she once again opened her cell. Before he could even say his name she cut in.

"Gil, its Cath, Oh God Gil you've got to get here quick, I think, I think they're…" Her voice trailed off as the sound of the siren travelled down the phone.

"Cath, where are you? Who?" From her tone he knew it was serious, Catherine Willows was as strong as they came, nothing fazed her but he had never heard her so distressed.

"The intersection on 5th and Freemont, hurry Gil please."

A moan from the opposite side of the vehicle stole her attention and she dropped the phone and ran towards the sound.

"Nick, can you hear me? Are you hurt?" Resuming her previous position to try and catch sight of her friend, a hand on her shoulder caused her to recoil with a start.

She had been so focused on the two people trapped in the car that she hadn't noticed the emergency services draw up. Telling them as much information she could she eventually allowed them to guide her away from the scene, so that the fire-fighters could get to work. She found herself babbling incoherently about insignificant details until a thought struck her, feeling all the moisture in her mouth evaporate and tears begin to prick at her eyes she rushed back to the mangled scene where men were frantically trying to cut a way into the wreckage.

Tugging at one of the men until she got his attention she pointed to the passenger side of the car, "One of the people trapped is pregnant; you've got to get them out." A loud screech of tires made her spin round, resulting in her coming face to face with Grissom, his face ashen with panic as he stared over her shoulder at the scene before him. He didn't recognise the vehicle at first but that was understandable as it was virtually unrecognisable as anything other than a heap of twisted metal.

"Who?" Was the only word he could articulate.

Slapping her hand across her mouth inadvertently smearing blood across her face she struggled to reply, "It's Nick, and Sara's with him." Collapsing to the floor as Grissom sprinted passed her.

After pushing his way past the cop he reached the scene just in time to see them dragging Nick clear. His loud shouting and protests reassured Grissom that although he was hurting he was conscious and that was a good sign. Rounding the rear of the car he raced up to the rescue team, "Is she alright? Why aren't you getting her out?" The silence from inside the twisted metal carnage caused his body to tremble even more. Years of experience told him that a victim that was silent was in a lot more trouble than the one screaming the place down.

One of the men withdrew from the others and walked towards him, "Sir, I'm sorry you can't be here, we need space to work."

Snatching his I.D from his jacket Grissom presented it to the man before putting it way. "I need to be here... she's carrying my child, now tell me why is this taking so long." His voice was loud and powerful but he felt anything but as he glared at the slight man in front of him.

Resign to the fact that this was one argument he wouldn't win the man simply bobbed his head in a slight nod and extended his hand, "I'm Dave Frost senior fire-fighter and in charge here." Leaving the last few words to register before continuing, "We can't free her just yet, the front portion of the vehicle has concertinaed pinning her, and until we cut away what is trapping her we won't know how badly injured she is. All I can tell you it that so far she's still fighting, unconscious but breathing."

Ignoring the man's outstretched hand Grissom listened as he described the situation, feeling his body tense when he heard the words, 'pinned' and 'unconscious'. After the man had returned to the rest of the group Grissom stumbled back before sitting with a heavy thump on the curb. Holding his head in his hands he let out the tears that had been building up since Catherine had called, feeling a blanket being draped around his shoulders he slowly lifted his head to find Catherine sitting beside him.

"Nick's on his way to Desert Palm, he has some broken ribs and a possible concussion from whacking his head on the dash, any news on Sara?"

"The truck struck the passenger side first, that's why it is taking them so long to free her, she's crushed between her seat and the dash, and they're trying to cut her out." From the way his body was shaking uncontrollably and the muffled sobs she knew he was crying. She couldn't help but feel partly responsible; if she hadn't convinced Sara to go to the lab then she wouldn't have been in the car. Sighing she stretched a hand out and massaged her friends shoulder. "I'm sorry Gil."

Lifting his head he faced Catherine with puffy wet eyes, "This isn't your fault, accidents like this happen every day, I just…" His voice broke off as one of the men from the rescue team shouted out.

"She's free, bring in the gurney."

Both Grissom and Catherine sprung to their feet and moved as close as they were allowed to where the flurry of activity was taking place.

After making sure the gurney was in place Dave Frost cut through the seatbelt that held the limp brunette in place and carefully cradled her as she slipped from her unnatural suspended position.

Holding his breath Grissom watched helplessly as he saw the woman he loved so much being freed. Blood matted hair stuck to her forehead and he could see that her eyes were firmly closed but it was the large red stain across the top of her denim clad legs that caused him to recoil, feeling a cold hand clasp his arm he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the retreating gurney.

"Come on Gil, lets get to the hospital," Catherine had also seen the blood soaked jeans but she didn't want to think about what it could mean, but the burning acid in her stomach told her it wasn't a good sign.

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