A/N: Hi guys. School is over, I have no homework, and it's the weekend!!! I think you know what that means. Lots of sleep, junk food, and fan fiction writing and reading. I have chapter 3 coming up now, just so you know it could be kind of confusing. Enjoy! And please review.

Chapter 3

In Warrick's Tahoe

Warrick was driving his Tahoe with Catherine in the passenger's seat. Warrick was thinking about Nick when his thoughts were interrupted by a sniffle coming from the passenger's side.

He turned his head slightly and saw Catherine quietly crying in the passenger's seat. He began to get worried. He knew Catherine cared a lot about everyone on the graveyard shift, but she had a different kind of attachment to Nick, and the situation he was in now wouldn't be easy for her, or anyone else.

"He's gonna be ok," Warrick tried to convince Catherine, "Nick doesn't know how to give up," Warrick tried again.

"It's just not fair," Catherine said quietly, "He never did anything to deserve this."

"I know. Nick's a good guy, but sometimes things just happen, and there's not much you can really do about it. You just have to wait and see what happens," Warrick said soothingly.

"Yeah, I guess," Catherine said, still not convinced.

Warrick went back to driving and Catherine just stared out the window.

In Grissom's Tahoe

"Do you think he'll be ok?" Sara asked for the third time.

Grissom sighed and glanced over at Sara. He could tell she was really worried about Nick, as was he. He turned back to the road and said, "I don't know, Sara. Nick's a fighter I'm sure he'll be out of the hospital in no time, but we just have to wait and see."

Sara nodded and just stared at her hands.

At the hospital

The two Tahoes pulled into the hospital parking lot and found a place to park. Then all four CSIs quickly got out of them and walked into the hospital. Inside they found the receptionist's desk.

"Can you tell us were we can find Nick Stokes?" Grissom asked the tired young lady behind the receptionist's desk.

The lady whose name tag said her name was Amy looked at her computer, and then said, "He is in surgery at the moment, if you would find some chairs in the waiting room, I will have the doctor come talk to you as soon as his surgery is complete."

"Ok, um, how long will it be until he is out of surgery?" Grissom asked.

"About an hour," Amy informed them.

"Ok, thank you," Grissom replied.

They walked into the waiting room which only had a couple other people in it and sat down. They chatted about anything but Nick while they waited.

"Maybe we should call Greg and tell him," Warrick suggested, knowing that Greg would want to know, since Nick was his role model.

"Yeah," Sara agreed.

Warrick looked at Grissom for permission.

"Go ahead," Grissom replied.

Warrick got up and headed outside to call Greg on his cell phone.

Greg's Lab

Greg was printing off test results for Sara when his cell phone began to ring.

"Sanders," he said.

"Greg, it's Warrick. Uh, Nick was in a car accident. Could you come to Desert Palms Hospital?" Warrick asked cautiously.

"Yeah, sure. I'm on my way, just give me fifteen minutes. How is he?" Greg asked quickly.

"He's in surgery right now. We haven't heard anything from the doctor," Warrick replied.

"Ok, thanks for calling I'll be there soon," Greg said and hung up. He exited his lab, locking the door. Then he practically ran down the halls to the locker room. He opened his locker, stuffed his lab coat in, and grabbed his jacket.

He ran back out into the halls, to the receptionist's desk, and signed out. Then he ran outside to his car (I've never seen Greggo's vehicle so please if you know what he drives put it in a review). He unlocked it and jumped in. He put his keys in the ignition and started the car. He quickly drove to the hospital, parked, and hopped out. He ran up to doors, swung them open, and searched for his CSI friends.

When he found them he walked over.

"Hey, how is he?" Greg asked when he reached them.

"He's in surgery still. He should be out in twenty minutes," Warrick replied.

"What happened?" Greg asked again.

"He was in an accident. Brass is coming over later to give us the details." Grissom stated.

"Oh," Greg said quietly. He sat down in the seat next to Grissom.

Twenty-five minutes later

Dr. McClatchey walked down the hall, toward the waiting room. He had just finished performing surgery on Nick Stokes. When he entered the waiting room he found a group huddled in the corner. He walked over to them and asked, "I'm Dr. McClatchey. Are you here for Mr. Stokes?"

"Yes," Grissom replied standing up, "How is he?"

"Well, he just got out of surgery, and he is stable for the moment, but he lost a lot of blood in that accident. Um, he broke three ribs, a leg, and an arm. He has a pretty bad concussion, lots of minor cuts and bruises. He may also have some spinal damage, but I can't be sure, yet," the young doctor informed them.

"When can we see him?" Catherine asked. She was almost in tears after listening to the doctor.

"Are you family?" the doctor asked.

"As close as you can get," Greg said, also close to tears.

"Well, he is in Intensive care right now, but since his immediate family isn't present at the moment I can allow two of you in at a time," the doctor said after looking at the tear-stricken faces.

"Thank-you doctor," Grissom said.

"Your welcome, if you need anything else just ask for me at the receptionist's desk," the young man said and retreated back down the hall.

The group of five walked over to the receptionist's desk and asked which room Nick was in.

"Mr. Stokes is currently in the ICU, room 303," Amy told them.

"Thank-you," Grissom replied.

They all went up to the ICU and found Nick's room.

A/N: How did you like this chapter? Well, don't just yell "I hated it," at your computer. Review. Well, I gotta go eat dinner, when I get back I'll write some more.