AN: Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I love reading them! Oh and by the way, I'm not from England but from New York. Oh and don't own any one but Fate. Oh and anything with the case is probably not 100 correct or don't ring my neck with bad reviews because of it. Thanks.

Sara was taken to the hospital a few minutes after her call. What went on when Sara was in surgery or asleep after surgery, she would never know.

"What?" Greg murmured sleepily into the phone still in bed.

"Get to the hospital. Sara's hurt we're all meeting there and figuring it out than. I'm on my way now. Bye." He heard Grissom say into the phone. Greg was still holding his phone to his ear long after Grissom hung up on him in shock.

What? That's not possible, I just saw Sara. She can't be hurt. Greg thought to himself. With the thought of Sara brought back the very last time he saw her. Oh God, last night. Fate showed up before I could tell anything to Sara. I still can't believe she told me that.

Greg got ready and speed drove all the way to hospital only thinking about Sara. He finally got there and ran in to find the others. After a few wrong turns he saw Catherine getting some coffee. He ran to her screaming, "CATHERINE!" on his way. She turned around to see Greg stampeding towards her.

"How is she?" Greg said taking a breathe, just one, after he reached her.

"She just got out of surgery and asleep. She was stabbed three times in her stomach Greg. The doctors haven't been saying much but I'm sure she'll be fine," Catherine said looking at him.

"Can I see her?" Greg said like he was begging as if to make up for last night by sitting with her when she's a sleep with stab wounds in her abdominal.

"I think you better see the rest of the group first and figure what's going to happen," Catherine said grabbing his arm as a gesture to follow her. They walked down a few hallways and soon he saw everyone sitting down looking like someone they loved just died.

"Hey guys, Greg's here," Catherine said handing the cup of coffee to Warrick after taking a seat next to him.

"Thanks Cath," he said putting his arm around her.

"Grissom, I want this case," Greg finally breaking the silence after everyone broke the silence.

"Greg, I don't think that's such a good idea. You care too much about her-" Grissom began to say.

"Look Grissom, we all care about Sara. Only you could take this without any emotion and I don't even think you could in this case. So frankly, I don't care about emotion- I'm taking this case," Greg said cutting Grissom off and feeling like a teenager again fighting for him to stay out a hour later than his curvier.

Grissom just stared at Greg for a minute, like he was analyzing piece evidence. After a minute he said, "Fine, you Catherine and Warrick take this, Nick and I will take the other case that came in tonight. Keep me posted," He said pointing to Nick than behind him. Nick took the hint and got and said his goodbyes to everyone and told them to keep him posted as well. The two left to go to their crime scene.

"Okay, so the parking lot by Sara's apartment as been taped off and it's waiting for us. Who wants to stay here with Sara? Greg?" Catherine said taking charge.

"No, I'm going to the crime scene. I'll meet whoever's coming with me there." Greg said walking back out of the hallway and to his car. Warrick volunteered and hugged Catherine goodbye as a comfort to her. Catherine met Greg at the scene already processing.

Walking up to Greg he said, "I found a pair of shoe prints, looks like a size 8. I see a blood trail I followed it to a pair of car tracks. Printed both of them and thought you'd take the blood drops. See if you get anything from it. I didn't swab any of them."

"Looks like someone got a head start." Catherine said looking at the drops. "Did you photograph them yet?"

"I photographed everything," Greg said. "Hey what's this?" Greg said bending down to look at a branch. "Looks like a piece of cloth," He said twisting it and putting it a labeled bag. "Look I wanna go to the lab and get a head start on what I got. Bring anything else you find back to the lab." He said getting in his car and heading to the lab. He finally got there and dropped off everything that needed to be dropped off somewhere. He started processing the shoe prints and tire tracks. After about two hours of looking up he narrowed them down to Maxima and size 8 adidas, pretty distinctive shoeprint.

Warrick was sitting next to Sara just staring at her in awe of how innocent and child like she looked. It was always hurt like hell whenever you knew the person in those hospital sheets on the smelly bed. With all the wires and IV's going in and out of places. About two hours after the others left Sara started to turn. Warrick sat up and grabbed her hand.

"Sara, you wake?" He whispered in her ear.

"Warrick?" Sara asked with her eyes still closed.

"Yeah, I'm here."

She sat up and looked around than back at Warrick. "What happened last night?"

"Someone stabbed you when you were walking home I guess," Warrick said holding on her hand tighter.

"Who?" Sara said getting a little upset.

"We don't know yet, Greg and Catherine are looking into it."

"Greg?" Sara asked.

"Yeah you know Greggo," Warrick said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know, sorry," Sara, said regretting asking about him. She wanted him here instead of Warrick. He should be here making sure she's okay and not dead. After last night that is the least he could do.

Warrick interrupting her thoughts asked, "You sure you don't remember anything from last night?"

"Just walking in the dark and all of a sudden feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. It was too dark to see anything. They caught me off guard."

"Alright, that's good enough. Listen get some rest you'll need it. I should call Catherine," Warrick said hugging her than walking out.

Catherine walked in where Greg just got finished processing the prints and tracks with a report in her hand, "The cloth you found was a piece of black silk. The kind made for skirts. So I think it's safe to say this been a woman attack."

"That makes sense the shoeprint I got was a women's 8 in an adidas brand," Greg said passing over the report.

"The blood drops are constant with a bloody knife in moving motion. I found a paint chip on a fence by the exit and gave it to Hodges. He said it belonged to a sliver car that's been painted red than white and now sliver."

"Well that tire track I found was a Maxima, so I'll have Brass look it up," Greg said when Catherine's phone went off. She picked it up nodding to Greg as he got up to go call Brass.

"Willows," She spoke into the phone.

"Hey Catherine, it's Warrick she's up," She heard.

"How's she feeling," Catherine said taking a seat.

"You know Sara, she's not gonna let this get her down. But something's bothering her, I can tell. I'll see if I can get what it is out of her."

"Good."

"How you doing over there Catherine?" Warrick asked sincerely.

"Not good Warrick," Catherine said in a low voice.

"When this is all over with what do you say I take you out?" Warrick asked.

Catherine not knowing how to react to that said, "Sounds good but listen I need you to look up any past unpleasant suspects or anything for Sara and narrow it down to just women," and hung up.

Everyone worked hard to find something to go on while they waited for Brass to find something. Warrick was getting pissed because nothing showed up on the past records for Sara. After a few hours of frustration of nothing to do Brass finally walked in the break room where everyone was going over the case to see if anything as changed that they didn't noticed reading the report a 100 times before. Everyone got up when he entered.

"We got a hit that was in town last night," Brass said. "Fate Copeper."