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It was a blur. All of it was a blur and Sara was still struggling to figure it all out. The trauma she had been through had stressed the baby, but they both made it through. The ER patched her up best they could but she didn't want to stick around, nobody was telling her anything and at least here she could see him, even if she wasn't allowed in just yet.

She stared blankly through the window at him, he looked peaceful. Her arms were crossed, the only thing holding her together right now. She outstretched two fingers from underneath her arm slowly, almost secretly, running her fingertips over the small curve of her abdomen. She was still covered in his blood which had now dried, a constant reminder of everything that had happened in the past 2 hours. It was torture having this barrier between them; all she wanted to do was make sure he was OK. She gingerly outstretched an arm and traced the outline of his lifeless body on the glass.

"Please be OK for us..." her voice was barely a whisper.

A familiar shuffling step was approaching, but she didn't move to see who it was, she couldn't take her eyes off him for fear of missing any sign of life.

"You should go home," came the voice to her left.

"I'm not going anywhere," her voice was quiet, almost as lifeless as the frame through the window. There was an uncomfortable pause that she didn't feel like filling. Her crossed arms pulled her bloodied shirt taut over the bump but she didn't care, the whole lab probably knew by now so it didn't matter anymore. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder and a rogue tear escaped from her eye. She wiped it away quickly before it fell too far, "Have you found the bastard that did this to him yet?" her voice was bitter as her anger spilled over. She took a deep breath before tearing her eyes away from Greg.

Grissom stood before her, his familiar salt and pepper almost comforting but the worry in his eyes was plain and clear. Right now though, she didn't care, she wanted answers and he knew it, "He managed to get out of the building and into a car, but Brass has got almost the entire police department chasing him, he won't get away with this, Sara,"

There was another long pause as she studied his face briefly before turning back to the window, "I didn't get to say it back,"

"Say what back?" She shook her head, thinking about it was causing an uncomfortable lump to ache in her throat, she wasn't ready to talk yet. He must have sensed this because he dropped it. "He'll be OK, Sara,"

"But what if he's not?" her voice was faltering, "What if he's not going to be OK? What if I lose him? We lose him? I can't do this on my own, I can't, he was the only reason I felt like I could, the only person who made me feel..." she breathed in deeply as more tears fell, "like I could do anything, like I was special and I don't think I can lose that. I can't, I..." she was getting exasperated, her voice was broken and she gave in to the aching in her throat and let tears fall, "I can't live without him," she faced him again and looked completely into his eyes, but his eyes weren't looking back at her.

"Sara... you won't have to," he pointed towards the window. Her eyes widened and she felt a flutter in her heart as she followed his finger. She watched as he began to stir and knew that she had to be there when he woke up.

Pushing open the doors to his room she pulled up a chair quickly before taking his hand in hers. With her free hand she ran her fingers through his hair and down the side of his face, willing him awake.

He groaned before hesitantly opening his eyes, excruciatingly slowly. She could feel the anxiety in her stomach settling with every passing moment. He blinked a couple of times before letting his eyes fall in line with hers.

"Hey," she breathed a quiet laugh of relief at his voice and allowed herself to fall in love with those eyes all over again, eyes she was scared to death she'd never be able to get lost in ever again, "You have no idea how happy I am to see..."

"I love you too," the words tumbled out before she could stop them, "Don't you dare scare me like that ever again," she pressed her forehead against his and a happy tear fell.

"I don't intend to," his voice was croaky as he let out a long groan, adjusting to his growing aches and pains. She watched his eyes widen ever so slightly, worry was painted across his face as his eyes dropped to her stomach, "How's..."

"Fine, we're fine, better now you're back with us," he smiled up at her and sighed.

"You're covered in blood, haven't you been home?"

"I wasn't leaving until you knew I said it back," another tear fell. He shuffled over to the edge of his hospital bed and lifted his mobile arm with a groan, "What are you doing?"

"Come here," he whispered. She didn't need telling twice. She cautiously snuggled up beside him, planting a chaste kiss on his jaw.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Sara Jane," she felt his grip tighten softly around her and her worries melted away. She was home again.

Behind the glass, Grissom watched quietly before slowly turning away. He felt a tug at his heartstrings as he turned to leave, but he was happy for them. He was happy she was happy, and all that mattered now was that he found the guy that did this to them.