Catherine and Warrick looked up as Nick and Sara walked hand in hand into the emergency room at Desert Palm hospital. Nick's jacket was draped over Sara's shoulders. As the couple approached, Nick asked in a worried voice, "How is he?" They took a seat across from Warrick and Catherine.

"It's a good thing he has a hard head," Catherine quipped, her face betraying the sarcasm in her voice.

Warrick went into more detail, "Grissom took Greg with him on another call. Greg entered the scene first and Grissom went in after him. The scene was supposed to be clear. The suspect swung at Greg with a fireplace poker. Grissom shoved Greg out of the way and caught it on the back of the head. He was out cold, but came to on the way to the hospital."

Sara looked worried, "Where's Greg?"

Nick squeezed her hand and looked at Warrick for more information.

Warrick leaned his head back against the wall, "He's getting stitches in his arm. After the suspect hit Grissom, he went after Greg. By then, the officer who was supposed to have cleared the scene happened upon them and pulled his gun."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Nick looked over at her and smiled, also feeling a bit more relieved. They both knew that it could have been so much worse. Nick caressed the back of Sara's hand with his thumb and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

A small smile played at Catherine's lips, "So, Nick, what did you think of the dress?"

A grin broke over Nick's face, but it was Sara who answered with an amused expression on her face, "He forgot how to talk Catherine."

Warrick chuckled, glad to have something lighten the moment. He took in Sara's appearance and let out a low whistle, "I can see why. Damn, girl, you clean up good."

Sara blushed. Nick turned to look at her grinning, "She is pretty gorgeous, isn't she?" He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Catherine and Warrick exchanged a bemused glance.

Greg emerged a few minutes later. The worried group of CSIs stood. Catherine stepped forward, "What did they say, Greg?"

"Just a couple of stitches, I'll be fine in a couple of days. They're still working on Grissom's head. I'd hate to be the nurse in there right now." Greg grimaced at the thought.

Catherine deadpanned, "Let me guess, he's being an ideal patient. Glad you're ok, Greg."

"Thanks, Catherine." Greg looked over at Nick and Sara, noting their intertwined fingers. "Didn't mean to interrupt your date. Ooh, Sara, you look hot." He winked at her.

Sara grinned at Greg, "I'm glad you're ok."

Nick nodded, "Yeah, don't want to lose our best lab tech turned CSI." In a conspiratorial tone Nick leaned toward Greg and grinned, whispering loudly, "She is hot, isn't she?"

A middle aged doctor emerged in search of Greg, "Mr. Sanders, here is your prescription for your pain pills."

"Thanks, Doc." Greg replied.

Sara read the name tag of the doctor, "Dr. Smith? How is Mr. Grissom?"

Dr. Smith took in the group standing around Greg, "He's got a bit of a concussion, but he's pretty lucky. He's getting stitches right now, and we're going to keep him overnight for observation, but he's lucky."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank, God." She hadn't realized how worried she'd been. Nick squeezed her shoulder with concern.

The doctor left leaving the CSIs alone in the waiting area. Warrick cleared his throat and looked over at Nick for a moment, silently communicating with his friend. He then turned to Greg, "Why don't I take you home, Greg."

"I am pretty tired," Greg admitted.

Nick turned to Catherine, "Hey, Catherine, Sara and I will stay here with you until you can see Grissom, then we'll take you home, ok."

She smiled gratefully and nodded.

Greg left with Warrick and the remaining trio settled into the chairs in the waiting area. Nick had his arm around Sara's shoulder and she had wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder before dozing off.

Catherine smiled over at Nick, "Where did you take her, Nicky?"

A grin spread across Nick's face, "Top of the World for dinner. Then we went dancing at one of those music in the park nights. It was really nice."

Catherine grinned, "If you were a little older, Nicky, I snatch you up myself."

Nick chuckled. Dr. Smith returned to the waiting area, "Mr. Grissom can have a visitor. We're getting ready to move him up to a room."

Nick gestured to Catherine, "I'll stay here with Sara." A satisfied expression was on his face as he held a sleeping Sara in his arms.

Catherine smiled, "Thanks, Nick."