Hey, it's me! One of you hoped that Nick would divorce Sara, but before baby's first birthday party, he will have only one parent.

Note: I'm really sorry. And this chapter is short, tragic, and to the point.

"Happy birthday!" Nick said, having finally arrived at the hospital. He was sitting with Sara and Baby Boy Stokes. "What are we going to name you?" He added, directing his question towards the tiny baby in Sara's arms.

"You'll have a lot of time to think about that, sir," a bustled looking nurse said. "Sara here needs her rest." With a graceful swoop, she scooped up the baby and placed him in his little bed, and started heading out. "Mr. Stokes, out!" She cried, pushing the baby along.

"Alright, I'm coming," he said. He glanced at Sara as he walked out. "Any ideas?"

"Don't name him Sue, and it better not rhyme with nacho," Sara joked. She knew very well Nick's nickname and what he called his father. Nick simply laughed as he closed the door, and sought out the helpless Grissom to get name advice and plan the baby's birthday party.

Sara dimmed the lights. After twenty minutes of dozing, someone opened the door to her room. She looked up groggily. It was a man wearing a doctor's coat, and she saw a name tag swinging from his front pocket. He walked over and started looking over her chart.

"How are you feeling Sara?" he asked. Sara couldn't answer. Something didn't feel right. The doctor walked over to her monitors, and she noticed that he turned them off. He saw her surprised look.

"You shouldn't be needing that anymore. Or this," he added, extracting the IV tube from her arm. In the dark, she tried to make out his name tag. "Now, I hear that you saw some action tonight, am I right?"

She nodded. Something was definitely wrong with this guy. She squinted at the name card and gasped. "Greg?"

He followed her gaze. Then he smiled a sick smile. "Yeah, I bumped into your little friend down there. And I got this as a souvenir. I was grazed by a bullet and needed some medical attention. Then I escaped, only to learn that the other cop was here too. Having a baby or something. So I came to give you a visit. That one guy might have survived, but you won't." He revealed a scalpel from one of his pockets. "Hospitals are amazing, don't you think? People are born, and people die. This tool has saved many lives, but has also taken some. And you are next on the list."

Sara was getting dizzy without the IV. She tried to yell, but he covered her mouth. He brought the scalpel up to her neck. Sick bastard, Sara thought. She struggled to fight him off, but it wasn't working. It can't end this way, she thought. It can't. I can't leave Nick and the baby. No…But the man cut.

He looked down at the failing woman. He stalked over to the monitoring system, and switched it back on. A few erratic beeping, then one mournful beep that didn't stop. Footsteps approached the room, and he looked around for a way to escape. There was a window. Without a second thought, he hurled himself through, just as the doctors came rushing in.

In a waiting room, Grissom was trying to figure out how to escape Nick. He knew the names of just about all the bugs in the world, but not baby names. Fortunately, he was saved when a doctor called him away. Unfortunately, Nick followed him.

"We have some good news," the doctor said. "Greg is out of surgery and doing fine. He'll be in the ICU for a few days, maybe longer, but he should be fine. If you want, you could se him."

Gil and Nick thanked the doctor, and heading towards the ICU.

"Weird, isn't it," Nick said. Gil looked at him questioningly. "Well, he was supposed to be transferred to, what was it, Milwaukee? He didn't want to go, and he won't be going for a while."

Gil smiled. They had been on pins and needles when Greg was in surgery, but as soon as they were told that he was okay, they could all relax. However, both of their attitudes changed once more, when they saw how bad Greg looked. His eyes were closed, and it was easy to see a lot of bruises were forming around his face. Around his wrist was a red welt, where the suspect had grabbed him in the struggle. A man named William Daniels. He was also at the hospital, somewhere.

"Aw man, Greg!" Nick exclaimed. He was so enthralled in observing Greg's injuries that he didn't notice the doctor that came in. Gil looked up though, and walked over to him. The man whispered into his ear, and cast a sad glance at Nick.

"I'll tell him," Gil said calmly. He turned to Nick, and hesitated. Nick looked at him, a curious look on his face.

"Grissom? What is it?"

"I'm sorry Nick. There was an incident," was all Grissom could say. Before he could explain, Catherine entered the room.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Nick asked.

"We found Lee. She was alive, barely," Catherine said. "Warrick and her aunt are here. Could you go talk to them?"

"Yeah, sure." And Nick left, never recieving the message Gil had.

Catherine looked at Grissom. "What is it?"

I'm really sorry!