The convergence of hospital personnel that hit the room, overwhelmed him, leaving him weak and drained. Standing out of the way, he let them work praying that God would bring her back to him.

Led out to the hallway by a nurse, who told him to wait and let the doctors work.

He found Sara standing there, she had been outside the room long enough to hear him propose to Angela. She saw the haunted look on his face and the pain in his eyes. It all made Sara realize how much love he had for the lady who the doctors were desperately trying to save. Her heart ached for him.

His eyes met Sara's, he was barely able to contain the tears that filled his eyes. "What's happened, Sara, do they need me at the lab," his question was half hearted. Work was a momentary diversion his mind took to keep him from completely falling apart.

"No, Gris, she needs you to be here. I was just worried about you. Wanted to know if you needed anything," her heart broke as her eyes mirrored the tears in his.

They wheeled Angela out of the room, a doctor came to speak to him. "We've revived her, she has a rupture in her uterine wall that had been bleeding. We're going to suture the tear, give her a transfusion, and if she hasn't lost too much blood, she should recover fine. Someone will come get you when she's in recovery," the doctor waited for the inevitable questions that always came.

"How did you miss this earlier," Sara was very angry.

"It was very small, it just didn't present itself at the time," the doctor covered his backside with all the standard explanations.

"Thank you doctor," Grissom just wanted Angela to be whole again. He was teetering on the brink of a full fledged breakdown.

"Grissom, you need to sit down and get a grip on your self. She needs you to be strong," Sara's heart was breaking never having seen so much emotion from the man she cared so much about.

"Sara, I'm scared. I don't want to lose her. I've finally found the courage to fully commit to her, the way it should be for us. I can't bear to be without her," he was trying to keep the few threads of his sanity that were left by confessing his true self to Sara.

"Gris, she's in good hands. They'll take good care of her. She's going to be fine," Sara wanted to wrap her arms around him and comfort him, but, she thought better of that.

"I'm sorry, Sara. We didn't get to finish out talk earlier. I really do want to be friends," he thought by keeping the promise he had made to Angela it would be possible to save Angela's life, and he needed a good friend, like they once were.

The doctor approached, Grissom braced for the worst.

"You can go see her. She lost a lot of blood, and I'm so sorry, but, she will no longer be able to bear children, her injury left us no choice we had to do a hysterectomy," the doctor at least looked truly upset by the news he imparted.

"But she will be alright, won't she," Grissom knew how hard the doctors news may hit Angela. As for him he only wanted her to be well.

"She should recover fully from her injuries, yes," the doctor left him to see her.

"Sara, I need to see that she is really alright," he could see Sara understood.

"Go, she needs you," Sara had always wished it would be her he could feel so deeply for. She decided Angela was a very lucky woman, yet above all, she wanted him to be happy.

Grissom dried the tears from his eyes, entered the recovery room to see his sweet lady love sleeping peacefully. Gently taking her hand in his, noting just how pale Angela seemed, he prayed that no one would take her from him. Watching her breathe, he nuzzled her hand with his cheek, so glad to find she still felt warm.

"Gil," the faintest voice spoke his name. Angela's eyes were open, his soft beard against her hand had roused her from sleep.

"Angela, I'm right here, my love," he wanted to wrap her in his arms and keep her safe from any more harm.

She faintly smiled at him as her eyes fluttered closed once more.

As he settled in to wait for her to awaken again his cell phone rang. "Grissom," he tried to speak quitely.

"Everyone here is worried about you," Brass made the call no one else was willing to make. "Catherine and Sara have filled us in on what they know, it's time we all know if your lady is going to be alright."

"Thanks, the doctors say she'll be fine, but, I prefer to wait and see myself," he wasn't ready to take for granted what the doctors said, they were wrong before.

"Gil, we're all here for you. Let us know how we can help," there was so much concern in Jim's voice, for a friend he thought he knew.

"All we can do for now is wait, and pray," he was awed by how much everyone seemed to care about him and the lady they had never met.

Grissom settled back in the chair, not willing to leave her side, her hand in his. He felt so tired and oh so very old.

He wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, but, he was awakened suddenly by the sensation of his hand being squeezed. His head jerked in her direction.

Angela awoke feeling like she was surrounded by a thick fog, the only familiar thing was the hand holding hers. "Gil. My dear sweet Gil," she was finally starting to rise out of the fog. Gaining her focus she searched his face, hoping to find the answers to all her unasked questions.

A soft sweet smile lit up his face as he met her beautiful blue-green eyes. "Hey, my beauty, you're awake." He kissed her hand feeling the warmth that had returned to her skin. Silently he gave a prayer of thanks.

"I have something to say to you, and I want you to just let me say this before you respond," her voice was weak, and her eyelids felt heavy.

"I'm listening, my love," his curious expression, mixed with the fear he felt rising up in him.