Dr. Robbins quietly approached Tara in the lab, as he had just recieved a call from Grissom. He didn't want to have to be the one to tell her about Greg, but someone had to. He cleared his throat and she quickly turned around in her chair.

She flashed him a smile as she acknowledged him and stood up. "Yes Doctor?"

"Um, Tara, I just recieved a phone call. You really should sit down for this.", he said with the most comforting tone he could muster. He saw the panic in her eyes as soon as he told her to sit down.

"Why, is something wrong?"

"Unfortuantely, yes. Tara, Greg has been in a car accident. He was choppered over to Desert Palms. He is stable, but he has suffered severe blood loss. I already called you a cab."

She didn't respond. She stared blanky at him as he put his arm around her back and led her out to meet the cab. When it showed up, he told the cab driver where to go, and gave Tara some money for cab fare. Tara was in a slight state of shock. She walked into the reception area of the hospiatl and asked for Greg Sanders, still not shedding a tear.

"I'm sorry. I can only give out patient information to his next of kin. Is that you?", the receptionist said happily.

Tara only looked up at her to say, "Yes. I am his fionce." The receptionist realized that Tara was in emotional shock, so she called a nurse over to escort her to Greg's room.

Tara walked one step into his room, and she burst into tears. Greg had stitches on his temple, and a large bandage on his foot. He was awake, and grinned as if he had been waiting for her.

"Hey sexy. Where've you been?", he half-joked. He tried to lighten the mood, but Tara was now laying her head on his chest, weeping openly. He rubbed her back a little, and he tried to comfort her.

"W-what happened Greg?"

"Well, Catherine and I were heading down a back road to a crime scene, when a deer ran in front of the car. It was raining pretty hard, so when we swerved to avoid it, we slipped off the road. The car rolled twice, then landed sideways in a trench off the shoulder. I paged Grrissom, and he found us about a half hour later."

"Oh my god. Greg- wait a minute. Catherine, where is she?", Tara said as her worry only grew when she heard her coworker's name.

"She's behind that curtain, over there. We got a double room. She's unconcious, but she's fine. She didn't get any real injuries, she just was trapped behind the steering wheel."

Tara turned her tear-filled eyes back on me. She looked at me and started to weep again. She inquired about his foot.

"Oh, apparantly I cut the achilles tendon in that whole ordeal. I got it all stitched up, and they siad there is a 95 percent chance it will heal perfectly and I will be able to walk again. But, unfortunately, I won't be walking at the wedding. Crutches. They suck. So, the first dance as a couple wil be more of a hobble. So..."

"I don't care. I just am happy your safe now."

Catherine was released the next day, and Greg, a week later. Sara came back to work, and Greg has been working on crutches. The wedding went beautifully, and Greg and Tara came back from their honeymoon. The banquet will be in a week, and everyone is doing fine.

"Dr. Robbins? May I come in?", Tara said in a happy voice as she poked her head into the morgue.

"Why, yes my dear. Now, why is it that I am being graced with your presence?"

Tara smiled modestly at his politeness. "I have some medical concerns, that I need to speak to you about."

"Medical concerns? Is everything alright?"

She started to tear up, and looked down at the floor as she fiddled with a button on her blouse. "Yes doctor. Everything is wonderful.", she paused as she smiled to herself, still crying, "I'm pregnant."

Just so you all know, I didn't describe the wedding on purpose. Everyone has their own idea of a fairy-tale wedding, so I wanted each reader to imagine their own perfect wedding.