Hey everyone. The story is coming to an end! Not yet, but soon. I mean this is longer than even I expected! I'm so happy with the amount of reviews I'm getting! Thank you for your support! Shout out to Ashley: Sorry girl! Even brain-clones get into fights sometimes!Anyway I'll send you the original version of the story, if that helps. SORRY!

Well here you all go!

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Two ambulances sped toward the hospital one behind the other. In one was a yonug woman, near death. In the other, a young man, closer to it than even the woman.

Mrs. Sanders listened to the beeping of the heart moniter. It was constant and comforting. She watched as the paramedics fought to save her son's life. The pale young man lay on the strecher prone and unmoving as they worked on him. She cried when she saw the wound on his throat, a thin, shallow slash, surrounded by bruising. What terror had her little boy faced?

The constant beeping stopped. It seemed time stopped with it. Everything happened so slowly before her eyes.

"Get the defib!" She heard someone yell.

She watched as the electricity pulsed through his body, causing his chest to jerk upward. As violent as the procedure looked, the beeping started up again and she sighed in relief. But just how long would her relief last?

In the other ambulance, the paramedics struggled to stop the bleeding of Sara's bullet wound. So much blood was missing from her body and her heart raced trying to pump the little blood she had left through her body. She would only survive if they could salvage what blood she had left, until they arrived at the hospital.

Grissom followed the ambulances as fast as legally possible. Hell had frozen over for his team. Two of their own, so close to being dead. What if they had been ten minutes later? What if that man hadn't called? What if? He shook his head. What if they still didn't survive?

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"He flatlined on the way here," a paramedic informed the onsight doctor as Greg was rushed into the O.R. to repair his torn lung., "lost alot of blood too."

"Blood type?" The doctor asked turning to Mrs. Sanders as she ran to catch up.

"O postive," she answered before the doors the operating room closed in front of her and her son was gone. Dejectedly she sat in the waiting room. Tears seeping down her cheeks. Her husband arrived and hugged her tightly. It would be a long night.

They watched as another strecher rushed by. A pale brunette lay on it; Greg's friend.

She disappeared into the same room her son had.

Grissom, Brass, Nick, Warrick and Catherine joined them in the waiting room. The nightmare wasn't over, nowhere near it. They knew these would be a longest hours of their lives. Waiting was one of the most tiring and distressing of pastimes. Nick knew that from personnal experience.

One hour passed, no news. Two hours, no news. Three hours, still nothing. Wouldn't they even tell them if there were alive?

The waiting was unbearable. Grissom paced the halls, while Nick and Warrick tried to occupy themselves with useless conversation that always veered towards the situation at hand. Brass was never one to twiddle his thumbs and had to try and find the kidnappers. For once he was glad someone had committed murder, if the kidnapper hadn't killed his partner, he wouldn't be on the case. Catherine was talking to Lindsay on the phone, trying to explain why she couldn't come home that night.

Mrs. Sanders just kept on crying, Mr. Sanders holding her close. He whispered in her ear, obviously trying to cheer her up with no success.

Finally the doctor came out of the O.R, "Kin of Sara Sidle?" He asked.

"That would be us," Grissom told the doctor.

"She had to have a transfusion and we were able to stabalize her. We'll be moving her to the ICU," he informed them.

"And Greg?" Mr. Sanders interupted.

"Still in surgery," the doctor stated and left.

Grissom sighed, he was slightly relieved. Sara would probably make it. As for Greg, nothing was for sure.

An hour later they were finally able to visit Sara, although she was sedated. Only one was allowed at a time and Grissom went first, "I'm so sorry, Sara," he whispered.

He looked at her for a long time, he was glad his friend was safe at last. Even if she wasn't yet out of danger, it was better than the situation she was in before.

Nick knocked lightly on the door and Grissom nodded and walked out. Sliently Nick sat down in the chair beside the bed. "Damn it girl! I'm the one who's supposed to always get in trouble, not you," Nick told her, "Not Greg either."

He looked at the pale comparison of his friend and co-worker. This wasn't the Sara he knew. The Sara he knew, was the serious girl, who worked too hard. The insomniac that got too close to the victims. She was the one who helped the victims. She wasn't supposed to be the victim.

Warrick switched places with his friend, squeezing his shoulder as they passed eachother. Nick smiled weakly and left.

Warrick looked down at Sara. "What did you get yourself into?" He sighed. Rubbing his hands in his face, he told her, "Whatever it was, I'm glad you held on."

Catherine was Sara's next visitor. She smiled ruefully at the prone figure. "Well Sara, I know we don't always get along, but pull through, ok?" She pleaded. She looked at Sara, she had a very protective feeling in her. Almost maternal, ok, it was for sure a maternal feeling. She walked slowly out of the room, looking back the entire time.

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The doctor again walked out of the O.R. "Kin of Greg Sanders?"

Mr. and Mrs. Sanders looked up, "Yes?"

"He looks good, considering his condition," the doctor told them,"His chances of survival have increased substantially."

"What are his chances?" Mr. Sanders asked.

"50," he answered truthfully, "He's been moved to a room in the ICU as well. In fact the patients are sharing a room."

Mrs. and Mr. Sanders rose, "Can we see him?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

"Ten minutes is all that is allowed," the doctor said, "He needs his rest."

The couple nodded and headed toward their son's room.

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Ok so they are both in the same room, just in case you didn't get that above. Stay tuned! lol.

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