AN: Wow, this chapters a lot shorter then I though it was going to be, but If you read my other story, you're used to it. Any, here is the next chapter, Enjoy!

Sara was kissing him again. If he didn't know better, Greg would've swore he was floating. Sara was happier then she'd been in a long time and made a mental note to scold herself for not doing this sooner.

Sara's phone started to ring. Though they both heard it, they ignored it, figuring whoever it was would give up. After the sixth ring, Sara pulled herself away from Greg, very reluctantly and picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said. Greg put an arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into him, still with the phone to her ear.

"Sara," said the voice at the other end of the line.

"Grissom?" Greg sprang back as if the boss had actually entered the room and caught him and Sara. Sara made a frantic gesture for him to be quite.

"I didn't think I was on call," Sara continued, assuming Grissom had called her about a case.

"You're not. This isn't about a case," Grissom said. He sounded, frazzled, and worried. "Sara..." he trailed off as though he couldn't figure out the best way to tell her whatever it was.

"What is it?"

"Something's happened to Warrick."

Sara looked at Greg with shocked eyes. The phone was still pressed to her ear.

"Something's happened to Warrick," she repeated. At this, Greg's eyes widened as well and he inched forward.

"What happened," Sara asked, both anticipating and dreading the answer.

When Warrick got home, it was still pretty dark out. Even though it was summer, and it was 6:30, the sun seemed late in it's rising today. Warrick didn't mind, or really notice. He parked his car at his apartment building. Even though he had been sleeping when Catherine called him, he wasn't tired anymore. His head was too full for him to sleep. So he decided to walk around the block a few times.

It helped him sort his thoughts out. Lindsey had given him a whole lot to think about, and he really needed to sort through it all. He was crossing the street when heard the engin of a car reave. He turned and was quite literally a deer in the headlights. The lights stopped him from seeing anything, but he could tell the car was getting closer. And it wasn't stopping, it wasn't even slowing down. Warrick couldn't make his legs move, and even if he could it wouldn't matter. The car was coming to fast.

The car hit him, but still didn't stop. Warrick knew his legs were shattered. His head hit the windshield. He flipped over the top of the car, and fell of the other side. The car kept driving, warrick could hear it speed off. His head had hit the pavement hard. Warrick could feel the blood spilling down his forehead. He couldn't even form a complete thought before unconsciousness took him.

Catherine was busy making eggs and pancakes for herself and Lindsey when the phone rang.

"Lindsey, honey, can you pick that up," Catherine called. Lindsey didn't answer, but she came into the kitchen with the phone, so she had obviously listened.

"It's Mr. Grissom, mommy," Lindsey said, handing out the phone. Catherine tried to hold the spatula and the phone, and make sure breakfast didn't burn. Failing that she handed the spatula to Lindsey who shrugged and started to flip the pancakes.

"Hey, Gil," Catherine said.

"Hi Catherine," Grissom said.

After it became apparent that he wasn't going to say anymore, Catherine spoke. "Any particular reason you called?"

"Yeah," came the answer. Grissom sounded . . . distracted, which wasn't a good thing.

"And that reason would be," Catherine prodded. She heard Grissom take a deep breath at the other end of the line.

"Catherine . . . something's happened to warrick."

Catherine dropped the phone.

.:Grins evily:. don't you just loooove clift hangers. I love the power of the pen.