Epilogue

Catherine was in the Intensive Care Unit under constant supervision.

'She can have visitors. The surgeon told me she suffered massive internal injuries.' Sara nodded, face white.

'That could've been me…' She mouthed at Grissom, face blanching. Grissom scooped her into his arms and stroked her hair.

'Don't feel guilty; it's not your fault. It's the ones that shot the wheels of her car. Not you. Never you.' Sara wasn't crying, just shaking. She tensed, and walked towards the door. Catherine was lying on the crisp blue sheets, with her blonde hair fanned around her pale face. Sara closed the door behind her, locking the others out. Sara sat by her bed, stroking her hand gently. Catherine's eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes.

'Sara?' She whispered. Sara's eyes welled up once more.

'Catherine. I'm so sorry about this. I didn't want you to get hurt.' Catherine smiled a tired grin.

'It wasn't your fault.' Catherine said quietly.

'I keep telling myself that. But I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm so sorry about it.' Catherine smiled at her.

'Sara. It's not your fault. Honest.' Sara smiled a watery smile.

'Thank-you, Catherine. It makes me feel better.' Catherine smiled and sat up, pulling her stitches slightly. She winced at the jabbing pain in her side; but wrapped her arms around Sara. Sara dried her eyes and looked at the door. Grissom took the hint and walked in, enfolding her in his arms. Sara laid her head on his shoulder and he rubbed her back gently. The entire team was outside by now, with Brass as well. They all crowded into the small room. Nick walked straight up to Catherine and kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled at him. He sat on the bed next to him and held her hand. The rest of the team hugged her and she smiled at them. Grissom cleared his throat.

'I just thought that; seeing Catherine's accident today, and knowing that almost every case we investigate is a murder… I think you all should know…' He paused for a second, before gesturing to Sara.

'That… I'm pregnant. Eight weeks.' There was a collective gasp; follows by cheers and then Grissom kissed her, in front of everyone. There was a moment of silence. Grissom got down on one knee.

'Sara Sidle. Will you marry me?' Sara gasped, then looked around the hospital room.

'Yes.'