1A/N: Alright, you got your light chapter, so here comes more drama. I hope you guys are enjoying everything despite the depressing stuff. ;D

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Catherine came out from the bathroom after changing, and sat down next to Greg. He didn't even move when she put her arm around his shoulders.

"She's gonna be alright Greg, she's strong."

"I know. But this is gonna kill her." He said as tears streamed down his cheeks. She hadn't seen him cry in so long. It just didn't seem right. "I don't think I can tell her Catherine. I don't know if I can handle it."

"It's okay to be scared Greg. Listen, if you want, I can tell her." She said pulling him into a hug.

"Thanks Catherine, I really appreciate it. But I think she would want to hear it from me."

"Greg, I want to tell you about something." She said pulling away.

"What is it Catherine?"

"Last week when Sam went home sick, she called me sounding scared. We had a talk about what was wrong and..."

-FLASHBACK-

"Catherine? It's Sam. I...uh, I need to talk to you. Can you come over?"

"Sure, what's wrong?"

"I'll talk about it when you get here."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." She said hanging up and turning around.

Sam heard a knock at the door and felt relieved as she made her way through the apartment.

"Hey." She said opening the door to reveal a worried Catherine.

"Hey, I got here as fast as I could. What's wrong?"

"Well, I think I know why I'm sick. But I wanted to talk to you first."

"Okay...what's up?" She said sitting next to Sam on the couch.

"I think...I think I'm pregnant." She said as she started to cry. Catherine moved over as Sam laid down with her head in Catherine's lap.

"What makes you sure? Did you take a test?"

"No, I wanted to see a doctor first."

"Okay, then what makes you think you're pregnant? Are you sure it isn't just a stomach virus or something?"

"Well, I don't have a fever, I can hardly stop throwing up everything I eat, and I'm a week late with my..." Sam cut off jumping off of the couch and running to the bathroom. Catherine ran after her to make sure she was okay. She knelt next to Sam and stroked her back lightly for comfort as Sam began crying again.

"Shh. It's okay. Have you talked to Greg?"

"No. I don't want him to know. Please Catherine, promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Grissom. Promise me."

"I promise. But you know you will have to tell him soon right?"

"I know. But I don't want to say anything until I'm positive."

"Okay. I'll call your doctor and make an appointment okay." Catherine said standing.

"Okay. Catherine?"

"Huh?"

"Thanks."

"That's what friends are for right?" She said walking away and leaving Sam washing her face in the bathroom.

-END FLASHBACK-

By the time Catherine finished, Greg had moved to look out the window at the busy Vegas streets.

"I just don't understand why she didn't come to me. She knows she can tell me anything."

"Maybe she was just afraid of what you would say or what you would do."

"She knows that I wouldn't be upset or anything. Shocked yes, but upset?"

"Greg, she knows how much you love her. She just didn't want you to know until she had gone to her doctor."

"But why? I could have gone with her."

"She arranged to go tomorrow since we both had the day off and you would be at work so you wouldn't ask her questions or anything. I don't know why."

"She still could have told me something." He said as his eyes became glazed with tears.

"She didn't want to tell you until she was sure. I guess she was just scared."

"Scared of what? That I would walk out like her father did?"

"I don't know. She knew I went through the same thing when I had Lindsey. I wasn't sure how Eddie was going to react. So I understand where Sam was coming from."

"But I'm not Eddie. I'm not like him, and I never will be." Greg said angrily.

"I know Greg. Sam knows that too, but she had so many reasons to be scared."

"I know, I'm just upset that she didn't come to me." He said returning to his spot next to Sam. "I know how Eddie was. What did you do when you found out? If you didn't tell him before you went to the doctor, what did you do to keep him from hurting you?"

"I did what Sam did, I went to my best friend for help."

"And what happened?"

"Grissom let me stay with him until I went to the doctor."

"What did you tell Eddie? I mean I know he would never have let you stay with Grissom."

"I told him I had a conference to go to out of town. That gave me time to go to the doctor."

"How did he react when you told him?"

"He was happy. He only hit me once. He came home one night, accused me of having an affair and said that the baby was probably Grissom's. There was a scare with Lindsey and Eddie was ordered to stay away from me until Lindsey was born. I stayed with Grissom until she was born. She was ten weeks early, and the doctors thought it was because of when Eddie hit me." She said with tears in her eyes. "No one really understands how delicate a pregnant woman really is."

"Hey, it's okay. Lindsey is a healthy, bright, little girl." He said with a sigh. "She's going to be fine you know."

"I know." She said standing up and wiping her eyes. "You know, sometimes I wish Eddie was right about the affair. And that Grissom was Lindsey's real father."

"I'm sure Grissom does too."

"Yeah, probably. Don't tell anyone okay?"

"Sure. You know, he is the closest thing to a father she has really ever had. He has changed because of you both."

"I know." She said wiping her eyes again. "I'm gonna go see if I can sit with Lindsey."

"Okay. Hey Cath? Thank you for telling me what happened."

"You're welcome. I just thought you deserved to know. I'll see you later." She said walking out of the room and running into Grissom, who was on his way back to Sam's room with three cups of coffee.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going to see if I can sit with Lindsey."

"Okay. Do you want me to go with you?"

"No that's okay. Go stay with Greg."

"Alright. I got you some coffee."

"Oh thanks. I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay. Oh Catherine, please try to get some rest okay?" She nodded as he handed her a cup and kissed her forehead.

Catherine walked to the receptionists desk slowly, but there was nobody there.

"Can I help you?" A small woman said from behind making Catherine jump. "Oh, sorry I scared you."

"It's okay. I need to see if I can see my daughter please."

"Sure, what is her name?"

"Lindsey Willows."

"Lindsey...Are you Catherine?"

"Yes why?"

"Paul Maxwell left a message saying he needed to speak with you before you saw Lindsey."

"Okay, well where is he now?"

"I could page him. Oh, never mind. He's walking this way now."

"Thanks." Catherine said turning around.

"Catherine, I was looking for you. Your fiancee' told me you went to see Lindsey so I figured I'd find you here."

"Yeah. The receptionist told me you needed to talk to me. So how is she?"

"She is actually doing a little better. We still have a few more tests to run. But as I said before, if she makes it through the night, she should be okay."

"So what, are you telling me that there is still a chance that she might die?" Catherine said in a shaky voice with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Well, you know that slim chance I told you about? She is doing better, so that chance is even slimmer, but we still have to keep an eye on her. I'm sorry Catherine. I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you."

"Can I see her now? Please?"

"Sure. Right this way." He said guiding her down the corridor.

They reached the room and the doctor left Catherine there. She slowly walked over to the bed. Lindsey looked so small and weak, just like the day she was born. Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a few stray hairs from her daughter's perfect face.

"Hey baby." She stuttered as tears ran down her cheeks. "Greg told me you went ice skating. I bet you were beautiful." Catherine said smiling. She looked at the clock, she couldn't believe it was almost 2am. She couldn't believe they had been there so long, and knew so little. Catherine prayed that Lindsey would live. She couldn't lose one of the only things she had left. She didn't want Lindsey so suffer anymore either. She knelt next to the bed and began to pray.

"Dear God, I know I have no right asking any favors. And I know I have done some very stupid things in my life. But please, don't let her suffer. Don't let my precious little girl pay for what I've done. I know that you have already made up your mind if you will take her or not, but please God, I beg you, don't take her away from me. I can't imagine my life without her." Catherine began to cry. She rested her head next to Lindsey's small body, and eventually cried herself to sleep.

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Hello God,

It' me again, 2am room 304

Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug or war

The sleeping child between us, may not make it through the night

I'm fighting back the tears, as she fights for her life

Well it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of Heaven

So tell me, what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever

But right now, I need her so much more

She's much to young, to be on her own

Barely just turned seven

So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

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Catherine had fallen asleep with her head next to Lindsey as Grissom walked in. He put a hand on her shoulder and tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear.

"Catherine? Catherine honey wake up."

"Gil? What time is it?"

"It's almost five. Why don't you go home and get some sleep, I can stay with Lindsey."

"I'll leave in a little while. I want to stay a little longer and see what the doctors say."

"Okay." Grissom said chuckling to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just remembered something Lindsey and I talked about one day when I picked her up from school."

"Oh really? What's that?"

"It was the cutest thing I have ever heard. It was after I proposed to you, but before you answered. She told me that if you said no, then she wanted to marry me herself." He said smiling as a tear ran down his cheek.

"Oh, that is cute. And what may I ask, did you tell her Mr. Grissom?" She said smiling.

"I said that I would, but by the time she was old enough to get married, I would be way too old." He said as they both started laughing. They each stared off into their own little worlds. Thinking of nothing but each other and Lindsey.

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Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made

As she blew out the candles, on her last birthday cake?

She wants to ride a pony, when she's big enough

She wants to marry her daddy, when she's all grown up

Well it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of Heaven

So tell me, what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever

But right now, I need her so much more

She's much to young, to be on her own

Barely just turned seven

So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

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After a while, Grissom was the first to speak.

"Catherine?"

"Hmm?"

"We all will get through this you know."

"I know. I'm just so scared."

"I know, me too." He said as he got up to kiss her forehead.

Suddenly, Lindsey's monitor started going off again. With in seconds doctors and nurses were pushing them out of the room.

"Lindsey! God, baby hold on!" Catherine screamed as the doctors pushed her out.

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Lord don't you know

She's my angel

You've got plenty of your own

And I know you hold a place for her

But she's already got a home

Well I don't know if you're listening

But praying is all that's left to do

So I ask you Lord, have mercy

You lost a son once too

And it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of heaven

So tell me, what do you need her for?

Lord I know, once you've made up your mind

There's no use in begging

So if you take her with you today

Will you make sure she looks both ways?

And would you hold her hand, when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

The streets of Heaven

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In the hallway, Grissom had his arms around Catherine who was crying uncontrollably. Grissom was stroking her back and whispering words of comfort in her ears. Grissom watched as the doctor walked over to them slowly.

"Ms. Willows, Mr. Grissom, I'm very sorry..."

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A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Cliffhanger! I'm sorry, I just had to do it. The cliffhanger I mean. Don't worry, if you are nice, I'll post the next chapter within the next few hours or so. If not then tomorrow or within the next few days. And the moment, I have bigger fish to fry. Not mentioning any names... ::Cough:: CBS ::Cough:: And FYI the song I used for this chappy is 'Streets of Heaven' by Sherrie' Austin.

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