Cold rain. Warm blood. No time to lose.

The ice-like raindrops hit Greg's face like needles. He was trapped in the car. It was sideways in a trench off of a tiny side road in the middle of nowhere. If Greg hadn't been able to reach his pager, they would of been stuck here. Shit. I forgot to tell Grissom where we were...

Grissom raced into Desert Palms hospital reception area. "Catherine Willows. Where is she?", he heaved, out of breath and scared for his best friend's life.

"Willows? I'm sorry sir. We don't have a Catherine Willows being treated here.", the calm receptionist replied in a frustratingly soothing voice.

Grissom's heart raced dangerously fast as he ran back into his black Tahoe. He tore out of the parking lot way over the speed limit, as he headed back to the lab. He feared the worst as he pulled out onto the main road. He jumped in surprise when his pager once again broke the uncomfortable silence with a sharp ring. His breathing slowed only slightly when Greg sent him the address of the accident. He turned his truck around in the direction that Greg gave him, and he called Nick and Warrick on his way to the scene.

"Cath? Catherine, you okay?", Greg asked weakly, almost in a whisper. No answer. The only noise he heard was her shallow labored breathing and the crunching of glass as he tried to shift in his seat. Greg couldn't look over at her, because his head was pinned in place by a tree branch that had shot through the windsheild, narrowly missing Greg's throat. He was bleeding from his head, and he didn't know where the rest of his blood was pouring out from. Catherine was still not responding to Greg's voice. Greg was also becoming weaker and weaker. He was losing blood and that was draining him like a battery.

"Help-", was all he could croak out to anybody, before blackness swallowed up his mind an thoughts.

Grissom's tires skidded slightly on the wet pavement of the back road. He rolled to a stop, and Nick and Warrick were right behind him by now. They all got out of their trucks.

"Where are they?", Nick asked Grissom as he scanned the surroundings for any signs of the bonde and their youngest CSI. Nothing but pine trees in sight.

"Greg gave me this address. He should be here...", Grissom replied vaguely as he searched intently for any signs of a car accident.

"Why didn't he call an ambulence if Catherine was in an accident?", Warrick asked as he shivered from the icy rain.

"Maybe he was in the accident too. Whatever the reason, we don't have time to spare. Let's go.", Nick answered. The three men grabbed their feild kits and started to process the scene. Grissom spotted some broken glass, and he followed it further and further into a trench.

"Nick, call 911. I found them."

Warrick ran over to Grissom to help resue them. He saw Catherine. The steering wheel had pressed against her throat, causing her to lose oxygen. Grissom screamed at him to stop, but Warrick opened the car door and pulled Catherine out of the car. Grissom didn't worry that she might have broken bones when he saw her blue lips and pale face from hypothermia. Nick had called an ambulence and jogged over and he saw what they saw. He acted first and gave her mouth to mouth.

When he finally felt a pulse, he stopped and slipped out of his jacket. He pulled it tightly around his unconcious friend to warm her and support her in case of any broken bones. Grissom had uncovered Greg from the bottom of the wreckage and he saw the pool of blood still forming around him. He saw the pager in Greg's hand, with the message Greg would have sent Grissom next still on it's tiny screen.

Hurry Gris.

Grissom panicked and called out Greg's name and Greg woke up quickly from his very mild concussion. He struggled slightly, then gave up.

"Gris, get me out. Nothing is broken, get me out. The seat belt is cutting off my circulation.", Greg coughed out to his boss. His spiky hair was matted and soaked in dried blood. His arm was burned. He shivered both in pain, and from the coldness of the rain and air.

Grissom grabbed a pocket knife out of his shirt pocket and cut through the seatbelt anxiously to free Greg from his position. A chopper showed up less than a second later. Greg had to be cut out of the car with the jaws of life. They pulled him out of the car onto a stretcher and found the source of all his blood loss. He had a metal chard stabbed through the achilles tendon in his ankle. It was still bleeding, so the EMT's had to move even faster. Catherine was loaded into the helicopter and put on a respirator while they tried to regulate her body temperature. Greg was sedated so they could remove the metal fragment fom him and the chopper flew away. Grissom, Nick, and Warrick got into their trucks and raced out to Desert Palms in a frenzy.

A/N: Review if you want me to continue this story, because it seems like nobody is reading it. So, I won't continue until I find out that people are actually reading my story.