AN: This chapter is dedicated to missusmesser and the power of mind control. So here is another chapter. YAY!
Catherine told Lindsey quickly that Warrick had been in a car accident. The little girl looked up at her mother with a look of complete disbelief. She shook her head.
"No . . . he was just here," Lindsey said stubbornly. Catherine turned the stove off, but nothing else to clean up breakfast.
"Common Lindsey, we have to go."
"Where," Lindsey asked. She was still completely shocked.
"Desert Palms. Warrick's in ICU there."
Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was alive. It was amazing how things could be happy and cheerful one minute and borderline destruction the next. One phone call could send everything spiraling into chaos. She really hoped Warrick would be okay.
They made it to the hospital in record time. If any cops had been on the roads they traveled, they surly would've been pulled over. Catherine cut the engin in the hospital parking lot. She didn't get out of the car.
"Mommy," Lindsey said. She put her hand on her mother's arm.
"Common," she said. Catherine nodded and got out of the car. Lindsey followed.
"I'm sorry we can only allow family members to see patients in ICU," the nurse told Catherine when she asked to see Warrick. Before her mother could say anything, Lindsey got a brilliant idea and spoke up.
"Well that's okay then," Lindsey told the nurse, trying to act younger then she actually was. The nurse gave her a questioning look, and so did her mother.
"He's my daddy," Lindsey told the nurse with wide tearful eyes. Catherine, thankfully, caught on quick and didn't act so surprised. The nurse studied Lindsey, deciding if the girl was telling the truth or not. Obviously coming to the conclusion that this girl had no reason to lie, and was obviously in deep distress, the nurse nodded. She led them to Warrick's room.
When they entered and the nurse left, Catherine hugged her daughter tightly.
"You're brilliant," she said. Lindsey didn't nod, or respond at all. Her spirits took a nose dive when she saw Warrick. Catherine's spirits did like-wise.
Warrick was lying in the hospital bed. Both legs were in casts and several tubes and needles sticking out of his arms. There were several large beeping machines around his bed. It didn't look good.
Catherine sat in the chair next to Warrick's bed. Her eyes started to fill with tears. He was lying in a hospital bed and there was no grantee that he would make it out of the hospital in anything other then a body bag. He truly was teetering on the brink of life and death and Catherine had never admitted her feeling to him. She didn't even admit them to herself. She swore that if he woke up, she would tell him everything.
Catherine held one of his hands in hers. She couldn't stop the tears from falling. Lindsey came up beside her and held Catherine's other hand. She rested her head on the top of Catherine's head, and remained silent.
"Why can't we see him," Sara demanded. Greg, Nick, and Grissom let her argue with the nurse. She was the self-appointed leader.
"Only family members are allowed to see patients in ICU," the nurse explained, yet again to the angry brunet. Sara scowled and glared daggers at the nurse.
"We're his best friends," Sara told the nurse stubbornly. "And we care about what happens to him."
The nurse sighed. "We will give you any information when it presents itself. Right now it is touch and go, and we still can't let you see him."
Sara probably would have popped if the nurse hadn't continued.
"Besides, his wife and daughter are visiting him right now."
That shut Sara up and shocked her, possibly even more then Warrick getting hit by a car.
"What," Sara asked. The three men behind her were equally as shocked.
"A woman and her daughter. The girl looked to be about 10 or 12, said Mr. Brown was her daddy. They were family so I let them see him."
If it hadn't been such a horrible situation, Sara would've found this very funny. She backed away from the nurse and sat down in a chair near the others.
"Warrick's not married, and he doesn't have a kid," Sara pointed out. All three of the other's nodded.
"It's gotta be Catherine and Lindsey," Nick said.
"Well, duh," said Greg. "Wish we had thought of that. I could've been . . . I don't know, his foster brother or something, and Sara could've been my wife."
This made Nick laugh and Sara frown at Greg.
"And Nick could've been Warrick's other foster brother," Greg continued. Now Sara smiled. Greg was quite good at lightening the mood, making everything seem okay, even if it really wasn't.
"What about Grissom," Nick asked. Greg though for a moment, looked at Grissom and smiled.
"Family therapist?"