Yay for the reviews! I'm so happy that I'm keeping you all entertained. :) I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update as I've started a new job (plus I'm in the middle of a major bedroom re-do). I really have to create a plan of attack to get one chapter done. I hope to update on a fairly regular basis (once or twice a week), but rest assured, I have no intentions of not finishing this. I hate starting something and then not seeing it through (though that's happened a couple of times).

Much thanks to Jordan4Woody! I really appreciate all your help.

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"What's going on?" Warrick asked as he and Greg entered Grissom's office. They'd been following Kelly when both their pagers went off, requesting them to get back to Grissom's office immediately. Since it'd been a slow night, the two had been allowed to follow a "possible lead" on a cold case. Luckily for them, Grissom hadn't questioned them any farther than that. If he'd known what they were doing, he probably wouldn't have allowed it as Kelly could claim 'police harassment' . . .

"Did we get a lead on another cold case, or something?" Greg asked, closing the door behind them.

Grissom looked up at the two CSIs, not knowing what to say. Or rather, how to say it.

"What's going on?" Greg asked, feeling the tension.

Catherine smiled slightly at Grissom, understanding that he was having difficulty finding the words. She turned to face her friends. "We know where Sara is."

"Where is she?" Warrick asked quickly. "Is she OK? Did she call?"

"She's in Dallas," Catherine stated.

"What's she doing there?" Greg asked.

"Don't really know," Grissom stated. "Maybe she's visiting Nick's family."

"They didn't seem that close when Nick's parents were here when . . . you know," Warrick said.

"We didn't know about Nick and Sara's relationship," Catherine said. "Maybe they didn't tell his parents, either. If they had known, I think the three of them would've been pretty dependent on each other."

"So, what?" Greg asked, confused. "She went for a visit?"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders.

"All we know is that she's there," Grissom said. "And no, she didn't call. We got lucky since we had put the APB out on her."

"What are you not telling us?" Warrick asked firmly, just needing to know what exactly was going on.

"There was an accident," Catherine said calmly, trying to control her emotions. "She's been admitted to one of the area hospitals. We don't know what kind of accident it was, or how bad it is."

Greg leaned forward and grabbed Grissom's phone, intent on getting information on his friend.

"They won't give you any information, Greg," Grissom reminded him. "You're not family."

"We tried," Catherine told them.

"I talked to the Swing Shift supervisor," Grissom said. "They're covering for us for the rest of tonight. We're flying to Dallas."

"Go get packed," Catherine told them. "My father is lending us his plane. We leave in thirty minutes."

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"This is killing me," Sara sniffled. "I can't stand this!"

"I know, honey," Jillian said soothingly, brushing a piece of Sara's unruly curls behind her ear.

Bill sighed, unsure of what to do or say.

After Sara had asked why she couldn't hear her babys heart beating, Doctor Brenner had looked up and given a half smile. She'd explained that the Ultra Sound machine was having a bit of a glitch as the picture was blurry. She couldn't say for sure that this was why they were unable to hear the heart beat, but it was a real possibility that if the machines picture was blurry, that the sound card had been damaged . . . she'd left the room immediately in search of another machine.

Sara was exhausted. The day had been long and emotional, and she really had been looking forward to crawling into bed and passing out . . . but after falling down the stairs, she knew it'd be an even longer night.

"Are you still cramping?" Jillian asked her quietly.

She shook her head no. "Thank God," she added softly, her hand touching her stomach again. She smiled slightly, realizing that it was already becoming quite the habit.

"When was the last one?"

"Hmm," she tried to remember the time on the clock when the last one hit . . . "twenty minutes. Maybe a half hour."

"That's a good sign," she smiled at the younger woman.

Sara smiled, though it was aprehensive. "I hope so."

A couple of minutes later, the nurse and doctor re-entered the room, smiling apologetically for the delay.

Quickly the machine was set up again, and once again, Sara's abdomen was smothered in the conducting gel. The wand was placed against the small, almost unnoticable bump on her stomach. The doctor flipped on the screen and a small smile slowly played on her lips. She turned the monitor around for Sara to see and pointed out the small image on the screen. "This is your baby."

Sara's eyes watered with tears as she looked at her growing child. Bill and Jillian smiled at the image.

"I still don't hear it's heart beat," she said quietly, her happiness quickly waning. She needed reassurance.

"It's right here," Amy, the nurse pointed out, showing a visible, and strong beat. "See it?"

A happy tear fell down her face and Bill wiped it away with his thumb, smiling at her.

"Here," the doctor said, trying to not get emotional at the display infront of her, turning up the sound on the machine.

Sara's eye lit up in amazement. "It's so fast," she said. "Is that normal?"

Amy smiled at Sara, nodding her head. "By the looks and sounds of it, your baby is completely healthy."

Sara let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, relief flooding over her body.

"That's great news," Jillian smiled.

"Would you like a picture of your baby?" Amy asked Sara. Sara beamed back at her, nodding her head yes, unable to form any words. Her happiness was overwhelming her and she just couldn't find her voice.

Bill looked at the doctor. "When will she be released?"

Doctor Brenner smiled at the expectant Grandparents, then at Sara. "I want to keep you here over night, just to monitor you. It's a precaution we take with all women who fall early in their pregnancy. It's routine, and most of the time, it's uneventful." She and Amy started packing up the Ultra Sound equiptment. "As for the immediate future, when we do release you, I want you on bedrest for at least a week. You can get up to use the washroom. It's OK to take a warm, not hot, bath, or a quick, warm shower. But nothing more, OK?"

Sara couldn't wipe the smile off her face, but she was finally able to speak. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll do whatever I have to for this baby," she said. Yesterday, if she'd been told she needed bedrest, she would've been pissed. It would've felt like the end of the world. But right now, it felt like she was getting a new lease on life.

"Good," Doctor Brenner smiled. "We'll schedule you for an appointment in about a week to see how everything is going. If it all looks good, we'll take you off bedrest, OK?"

"Thank you," Sara smiled.

"I didn't do anything," the doctor smiled. "Just relax, and get some sleep OK?"

Sara nodded her head, and yawned a little bit, sinking down into the less than comfortable mattress that the hospital passed off as a bed.

Once the Doctor and nurse slipped through the door and into the hallway, Sara spoke softly. "Thanks for being here with me. I think I would've lost my mind if you hadn't been."

Jillian smiled at her. "You don't have to thank us," she said. "There is no where else we would've been."

"Do you want something to eat or drink before you get some rest?"

Sara shook her head, smiling up at Bill. "No, but thank you." She rested her head back against the pillows which, unlike the bed, were surprisingly nice.

"See you in the morning," Jillian pat her arm as she leaned back in the chair, finding a comfortable position.

"Aren't you going home?" she asked curiously, watching as Jillian settled herself in. She glanced over at Bill who seemed to be doing the same.

Both shook their heads no.

"We'll be right here if you need us."

"That's really sweet," Sara said softly, "but you two really should go home and get some rest. In real beds. The doctor doesn't seem concerned, and like she said that I'm only staying here because it's precaution."

"I don't mind," Bill said.

"Me either."

"I know, and I appreciate that, but I'd feel much better if you two were at home, sleeping in your own bed. Besides, I think I need a little bit of time to just . . . . take it all in, you know?" She glanced over at the computer print off photo of the baby. "Trust me, I'm not going to be running a marathon. I'll stay here, and won't move an muscle."

"If you're sure," Jillian said, standing up and leaning over to hug Sara.

"I am," she smiled back.

"You can call us at any time if you need us," Bill assured her, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "Even if it's because you just don't want to be alone."

"Thank you," she smiled. The pair wandered off towards the door, glancing back at her, smiling slightly. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," they whispered back, slowly exitting the room.

Once the door was closed firmly behind them, Jillian let out a shaky breath. "Whoo."

"It's been a long night," Bill said, closing his eyes tightly, realizing for the first time just how tired he was. He pulled Jillian tight against him in a comforting hug. "I love you."

Jillian smiled into his chest. "I love you too." They slowly parted, taking one anothers hands, and making their way towards the exit. "You know, I didn't tell Sara this, but I was terrified. I thought she'd lost the baby."

Bill nodded, understanding. "I did too. Especially when the first machine didn't work. That had to have been one of the scariest times of my life."

"Mine too."

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Four hours later, Sara woke up from her peaceful slumber. The moonlight shone into the room through the open window shades.

It didn't take long after Bill and Jillian left for her to fall asleep, but now, things were setting in. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly, at first. Then faster. Her hand once again found her little bump. "I almost lost you, tonight," she said quietly. "We almost lost you, really. You have a lot of people who already love you. Your Daddys family can't wait to meet you." She glanced over at the ultrasound picture that seemed to glow in the moonlight that hit the paper. "I can't wait to meet you."

Her tears started to fall even faster and her emotions were frayed. A few minutes later, she was able to calm herself down a little. "I'm not going to lie to you, baby," she said gently, between soft sobs. "I'm scared. And I don't know the first thing about being pregnant. Let alone being a mother. But I love you so much. And I know your Daddy would too. And I don't want to put any pressure on you," she rubbed her abdomen, "but, hey, you're never going to remember this, right? I can't loose you. You're all I have left. Your Daddy was my only family, and now that he's not here, you're it. You're my life. Without him, I thought my life was over. Then I found out that you were in there," she spoke to her stomach. "If I lost you too, I would die. So you hang on, OK? We're going to figure out everything as we go, and it'll be scary. But I love you too much not to try." She reached over for a tissue to dry her eyes. "So you rest," she said softly. "Get big and strong. And when you're ready, I'll be out here in the world waiting for you."

Once she was done talking to her baby, she just pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her forehead against her knees, softly crying . . . . scared for what the next few days might bring. What the next few months might bring. What the next 18 years might bring . . .

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"What do you mean you can't tell us where she is, or how she's doing?" Grissom's strong, but quiet, voice resonated within the empty room.

"I'm sorry, Sir," an Elderly woman apologized from the desk. "But it's after visiting hours and you aren't family."

"Of for crying out loud," Catherine sighed, pulling out her CSI tag which she'd thrown in her purse by accident, rather than leaving it in her locker back at the Lab. She thrust the laminated picture ID infront of the womans face. "I'm Catherine Willows with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. These are my collegues Gil Grissom, Warrick Brown and Greg Sanders. We are investigating the incident involving CSI Sidle."

"Your from Vegas, in Texas, investigating this?" she said, disbelieving.

Catherine nodded her head indignantly. "Yes. Sara Sidle work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab, as well. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Um, because it's not a matter for the police to get involved with," the older woman said firmly. "If there is one thing I hate, young lady, it's being lied too. If you want to see Ms. Sidle, you'll have to wait until visiting hours. And even then, she will have to clear you to be placed on the visitors list."

Grissom placed a hand on Catherine's shoulder, pulling her back from the window. "Look," he said to her, but to Warrick and Greg as well, "we can always call the Stokes family to see if they know anything about this."

"You know Judge Stokes?" The Elderly woman asked quickly. Obviously her hearing was fully intact. She could hear a pin drop in another room.

Grissom straightened his back. "Yes, my team and I worked with him a few weeks ago."

The woman visibly softened. "On his sons abduction?"

The four nodded their heads solemnly.

"Was Ms. Sidle also one of the investigators?" she asked. She really didn't know the story behind how the Stokes knew Sara, but just that they seemed to be very concerned and close with the woman. When she saw the four nod their heads in confirmation once again, she sighed. "Poor girl. She's been through so much."

"May we please see her?" Warrick asked, his voice bordering on desperation. "Just to make sure she's OK?"

"Please?" Greg asked. "We've been very concerned. We won't stay long. We won't disturb her, just stay long enough to see her for our own eyes. We'll come back in the morning to talk to her."

The Eldery woman looked from one face to the next, until she could clearly see how distraught they all were with worry. "I could get into a lot of trouble for this," she sighed, looking at the paper to confirm Sara's room number. "She's in room 458. Just go to the end of the hall, take the elevators to the fourth floor and then follow the signs to her room."

After thanking the woman profusely, the four headed towards the elevator.

"This way," Grissom quietly instructed, leading the way towards her room on the fourth floor. "455 . . . 456 . . . 457 . . ." He stopped, glancing back at his team. "458. This is it."

Catherine stepped ahead of him, placing her hand on the door handle, preparing to go in. She looked at the three men standing just behind her before taking a deep breath, turning the knob and quietly entering the room.

The four stood in complete silence, their hearts breaking. Sara was still resting her head on her knees, sniffling.

"Sara?" Catherine said quietly as she stepped farther into the room.

Her head snapped up at the sudden noise and she looked into the faces of her four concerned friends. She immediately forced her emotions back. But it was too late. The tell tale sign of red, puffy eyes, and blotchy skin told them all they needed to know.

Sara took a deep breath and forced a smile, meekly answering them. "Hi, guys. What're you doing here?"

TBC . . .