The look on Catherine's face was very comparable tot hat of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming eighteen-wheeler. Grissom's mouth was hanging open, and a look of overall shock was in his face.

"It can't be… I'm not late or anything."

"The hormone that indicates pregnancy shows up in the blood as soon as the zygote is implanted. You are most likely only seven to ten days into your term."

Both Gil and Catherine flashed back to that day not two weeks ago. Grissom knew that this was his baby, and he was going to be a daddy. Yes, he was shocked, but nonetheless very happy. He was already in love with this unborn child.

"Now, Mr. Willows,"

"It's Mr. Grissom. She kept her maiden name after we were married." Gil interrupted, playing along to keep Catherine's story going.

"So, sorry Mr. Grissom."

"Quite all right." Then turning to Catherine he said, "It's going to be all right."

The nurse then took him to the room where they had just come from. Catherine, from where she was seated, could see Grissom. That was until the nurse pulled the curtain so that he was hidden from her view.

**A baby? We're going to have a baby? Deal with that later, but I am going to keep this child. Lindsay comes first now. She needs me, she needs me to be strong and there for her. Catherine get a grip, you need to deal. You can do this.**

For the second time in mere hours, the world became one big blur to Catherine. Her mind kept jumping from thing to thing, racing trying to figure it all out, to make some sense of it all. Lindsay, her darling angel, was in a coma; she was pregnant with her and Grissom's child. That New Years morning, Catherine was feeling very emotion that is under the sun. Guilt, remorse, shame, sadness, sorrow, as well as joy, glee, happiness, and peace were all going through her mind. Catherine was so worked up that she didn't even see her lover right in front of her.

"Cath… Cath, are you okay?" Grissom asked, interrupting her thoughts

"I don't know what I am."

"It's fine that you don't. Just hang in there with me, okay?"

"I will if you will."

" I will. Let's go back to Lindsay."

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A few hours later, Catherine was sitting by Lindsay's side.

"Cath, do you want me to go and get anything? A change of clothes?"

"Thanks. Just a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt or something is fine. Oh. Can you get the rag doll that Lindsay loves to death? It's the one that you got her for her birthday last year. I think that it is sitting on her bed, propped up against her pillow."

"Of course, I think that she'd like it."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"I mean for everything."

"I know. I won't be long. Okay?"

"Okay."

With a kiss on her forehead, Gil was gone leaving mother and children alone. Catherine turned back to her daughter. The room dark since the blinds were drawn. Still here was enough light to see her watch. Seven in the morning; it seemed like forever ago since the car crash.

Catherine leaned down to her daughter and started stoking the smooth, golden locks. The ventilator, monitors, and the wind against the glass panes of the window created a soft song.

"I'm so sorry baby. You don't' deserve this. I wish that it was me in a coma, not you. Your going to be a big sister. How does that sound? As soon as you're better, we can go and pick out things for the baby's room. Won't that be nice? You can help Gil and I pick out a name. Please baby, you have to wake up! I need you, we all need you!"

Catherine laid her head down on the bed, and wept for her daughter.