Catherine couldn't move. Her legs turned to jelly, but her feet into cement. She knew that she had to go and get the doctor, the nurses, anyone to help Lindsay. Her body was in all protest to that thought.

**Please not now, not this way. Please I can't live without her!** Catherine silently pleaded

Gil ran as fast as he could out of the room to go and get the team that has seen Lindsay through her surgery. Half way down the corridor he was met by the team, bring a crash cart with them, and then followed them back into where Lindsay lay.

When the doctor got there, she immediately started to work on the young patient in her care. Gil went over to Catherine and held her. Catherine couldn't push the idea that this might be the end, and there was nothing that she could to do save the child who had made her change her life around and become a better person. Gil just held on tight to her, her trembling becoming his.

"Ma'am, we need you to step out of the room."

"I need to stay with her! You don't understand."

The nurse gave Grissom a look telling him to take her out of the room.

"Let's give them some room to work, Catherine." Gil said, gently turning her toward the door.

Once outside of the tiny, sterile room, Catherine leaned against the wall, slowly sinking down it. She could hear the doctors yelling, rapid footsteps, and the defibulator shocking her daughter's heart. Each and every sound was a sensory overload, and Catherine didn't know how much more she could take.

"Gil?"

"Yeah?" he asked, getting down on his knees to be at her level

"Hold me, please" she asked, but it sounded more like a plea than a request.

Gil took her in his arms, and they sat like that in the hall for what seemed to them to be a mini eternity.

**Am I being selfish turning to him now? She doesn't have any comfort, and here I am, in the arms of the man that I truly have loved since that night I saw him.**

After a long bit, the doctor came out, blood streaked across her blue gown. Catherine tried to get up to meet her, but found herself to drained to even do that simple task.  Instead, the kindly doctor got down to her.

"Mr. and Ms. Willows, we got your daughter back. However, there is the possibility that some damage might have been done."

"What kind of damage?" Catherine asked

"Most likely hearing loss. We need you both to go down to the blood bank to give blood to be tested for her."

"Sure, if it will help."

"I'm going to get you a wheelchair. Is that okay?"

"Yeah…"she mumbled back

The doctor walked off down the hall, leaving Gil and Catherine.

"Catherine, we can do this. I'm going to get you through this."

"I don't deserve it, Gil."

"Catherine, have I ever let you down before?"

Catherine just shook her head like a small child does, meekly, slowly.

"And I don't intend to start today."

The doctor returned with the wheelchair.

"Let me help you up Ms. Willows."

Both Gil and the doctor grabbed an arm of Catherine's and got her to her feet. Gil then wrapped his arm around her waist and supported his 'wife' as she sat down.

"The blood bank is on the third floor. I'd take you there myself, but I'd rather keep close to your daughter."

"We understand." Gil answered

"Yes, I think that's the best for Lindsay." Catherine added

Gil then pushed Catherine down the hall to the elevator. When they got to the blood bank, there was not one person waiting, so Catherine and Gil got taken right away. They drew the blood right away, and had the results within ten minutes.

The nurse came out of lab and into the room where Gil and Catherine where still sitting.

"Mr. Willows," the nurse said, referring to Gil, "Your blood was a match to Lindsay's type."

"That's great."

"As for Ms. Willows' sample, we found something."

"What…what would that be?" Catherine implored

"Congratulations, you're pregnant!" the red-headed nurse exclaimed