Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short. It's hard to write long chapters from just one person's POV. Sorry about that.

I heard the key turn in the lock.

"Shit," Hank cursed. Jumping off of me, he ran out towards the back of the house.

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I struggled to say something, to call out, but it was like my voice was caught somewhere in the back of my throat.

I felt my hands start shaking. I clenched them into fists, willing them to stay still, but they wouldn't stop. The shaking moved up my arms to my shoulders, and then it spread through my whole body. I felt my teeth chatter with the effort to keep still.

"Aunt Sara," Lindsey cried, bolting into the room. She stopped short at the sight of me, lying there shaking. I tried to stop for her sake; I tried to call out her name, to ask her to get help. A sob escaped from my lips. "Aunt Sara?" She took a few steps closer. "Are you ok?" Receiving no response, she turned around and called to her real aunt, Catherine's sister, "Aunt Jen, something's wrong with Aunt Sara, come quick."

I heard footsteps coming closer. I closed my eyes, finding it too hard to keep them open any longer. "Sara, are you ok?" Someone asked. I recognized the voice as Jen, Catherine's sister, whom I had only met a time or two.

The shaking got worse. "Lindsey, stay with Aunt Sara," she instructed firmly. "I'm gonna go call your mom."

A small hand brushed back a strand of my hair. "It's ok, Aunt Sara. Mommy will be here to take care of you in a little while. Don't worry." She kissed my forehead. I tried to relax, to hang onto Lindsey's words and let them comfort me.

I was falling into darkness. The voices of Lindsey and Jen were fading further and further away until they were just small murmurs, just barely audible.

"Don't cry, Aunt Sara," Lindsey whispered. Was I crying? A cold wetness dripped down my chin. I guess I was.

"Catherine? Something's wrong with Sara," Jen said in the background. "Shaking.won't talk.Lindsey is." Bits and pieces of the conversation floated across the room to me. I tried to use the words to pull myself back to reality, but, instead, I found myself drifting further away.

A larger hand touched my forehead. I jumped at the feel of the warm skin on mine. My breath was coming out short and ragged. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. "Sara, it's OK," Jen said, placing a cold compress on my head. "Someone will be here soon. Everything will be OK."

"Lindsey, get the door," Jen called out a few minutes later.

"Sara, are you ok?" Nick called out, rushing to my side. Oh God, not Nick. Anyone but Nick.

I opened my eyes slowly, taking in his worried expression. "Sara?" He repeated. "Sara, speak to me." I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a strangled cry. I struggled to sit up. A sharp pain split shot through my stomach. Doubling over in pain, I let out a sharp cry.

"It's OK, Sara. I'm just gonna pick you up and take you out to the car. It might hurt a little, but just hold on. We'll be at the hospital in a few minutes." He pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

"N-N-Nick," I stuttered.

"Shh.Don't talk, Sara." The pain in my stomach got worse, ripping me apart with every wave of the searing pain. "It's OK, Sara, just hold on." I heard the panic in his voice.

We sped out of the neighborhood. I felt Nick glancing at me periodically. I wanted so badly to ask him why he was the one who had come to my rescue, how he had known to come. But I couldn't find the words to say anything.

"Catherine and Grissom were busy in a crime scene," Nick replied, reading my thoughts. "Catherine got the call from Jen, and she panicked. She didn't know what to do. She was needed at the scene, but she also needed to get to you. So she called me. I had already finished with my case. She explained everything to me." He seemed to stress the word everything.

I wanted so badly to be angry with Catherine for telling Grissom and Nick my secret, but I knew that she had only done what she thought she needed to do. She was only trying to help me.

I doubled over as another wave of pain hit my stomach. Nick pulled to a stop in front of the hospital. He scooped me into his arms again, lifting my carefully and running with me into the building.

My hands shook as I clung tightly to Nick. I buried my face against his shirt, trying to stifle my sobs. "Nurse," Nick called out breathlessly. "I need your help. There's something wrong with Sara."

"Hold on a moment, sir, we'll get her a wheelchair right away." She pressed a button, and, seconds later, another nurse came around the corner with a hospital wheelchair. Nick lowered me into it. I struggled to catch my breath while the second nurse wheeled me away.

Looking back at Nick, I watched as the first nurse thrust a pile of forms at him. He looked back at me helplessly. I wanted to call to him, to tell him that I would be OK, to thank him for being there, but I couldn't back a sound.

I was pulled into a hospital room. Another nurse rushed in, and both of them helped me into the empty bed. As my head reached the pillow, another wave of pain washed over me, followed by another round of violent shaking. I screamed and then..everything went black.