WHY? Why must the evil moustache continue to reside on the upper lip of George Eads? It looks SO beyond awful! And what the hell is up with his hair? Going for the bad 80's look much! UGH! So anyways, thanks for the great reviews, and it is because of them that I give you this chapter! Enjoy!

Flashes of light. Bright white lights. Am I dying? Noise. A swishing sound, a motor, cutting through the air. Swimming in and out of darkness. Red lights now, and blue, almost like the Northern Lights, but in such different colours. Voices, so far away. Distant sirens. Pain. Fire like pain shooting through her chest. Sliding back into the dark. Clara groaned as she passed out.

What happened? Running, nearly at the door then falling. Loud crash, then nothing. Struggling to open my eyes. Is that Brass lying over there? Trying to move, but it hurts. The smell of copper is so strong. What feels so warm and sticky on my forehead? Is that what smells? Help, someone help me, Sara thought as she lay in the rubble.

"Nick…can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at Warrick staring at him.

"Oh…my head…are your ears ringing too?" he answered.

Nick tried to sit up, propping himself on his elbow, but his head pounded. He touched it gingerly and when he brought his hand back down, he could see blood.

Warrick didn't look much better, his face scratched, and his ankle looked like it was at an odd angle, "There are paramedics coming, just stay where you are."

"Did…did the bomb go off?" Nick asked quietly, slowly realizing what may have happened.

Warrick nodded, and saw the panic in Nick's eyes.

"Clara! No…no…" he tried to get up again, but his friend put his hands on his shoulders holding him down.

"You are in no condition to me moving right now Nicky. They're looking for her, I promise."

"But…but…the bomb went off! She, she had it…" he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence as tears clouded his eyes, "Clara! No!" he yelled.

"Sara! Can you hear me! Sara!" Grissom called desperately into the radio as he ran towards the building. Catherine and Greg were not far behind him, along with a whole barrage of paramedics, police and firefighters.

They had been behind the barricades, hoping that the bomb squad would dismantle the deadly item, but the call had come in that it was still active, and what they thought would stop it didn't work. The team had been running, carrying Clara with only thirty seconds to go before detonation. And then suddenly, before the horrified eyes of the group, the three story building had exploded in front of them. The explosion had rocked the ground beneath them, sending all to the pavement. As the smoke cleared, chaos reigned.

The last thing Catherine remembered was gripping Grissom's hand, watching two figures outside the main entrance of the building. She was sure it was Nick and Warrick, and now she didn't know what had become of them. The smoke and haze didn't provide a good view of who was where.

Grissom knew that Sara was on her way out of the structure when the bomb had blown, but now, he didn't know where she was or what had become of her. He felt sick to his stomach, running towards the now shell of the building, hoping that she was still alive. He couldn't bear the thought that she might not have survived, not now, not after what had happened in his office. He had finally gotten the courage to tell her how he felt, only to maybe have her taken away. He tried in vain to push the worst case scenarios from his mind, but it was hard.

Greg had only ever seen his employer look this worried once before, when Nick had been taken. He had only seen that look of terror in his eyes, that time. It was the only time it looked like Grissom was truly panicked, like the man who knew everything didn't have a plan. The blue eyes he glanced at while running gave off the distinct look of horror, of uncertainty, and it scared him. He was already afraid though. Afraid of loosing the people he cared about, his surrogate family in a way. He pushed on running, the distance between them and the fallen structure now closing.

Helicopters circled above, their bright search lights illuminating the night, giving off an eerie glow through the smoke and dust.

"Nick!" Greg appeared by his side, "I need a paramedic over here!" he yelled.

"Clara, Greg, has anyone found her?" he asked, looking back franticly at the building.

Greg shook his head slowly, "No, I haven't heard anything."

Nick again attempted to get up, and sluggishly he sat up, nausea beginning to overtake him. His head swam, but he tried to stand.

"Whoa! Oh no you don't Nick. Lie down," Greg ordered.

He continued to try and stand, but collapsed, as the younger CSI helped him back down to the ground. He leaned to his side and retched, feeling helpless.

"Oh my….Warrick you alright?" Catherine asked anxiously approaching her friend.

"Yeah, I think Nicky took the worse hit though," he answered, pointing to the other CSI.

"You don't look great yourself. I'll get a paramedic to look at that ankle, and that gash on your arm."

Warrick glanced down at his right arm and realized that there was a large gape in it, blood pooling in the area. He wondered why he hadn't felt it before.

"You're in shock, but thank goodness you're alive," Catherine whispered, fighting back tears.

"I'll be fine. Is there any word on the others?"

"No, not yet."

There were bits and pieces of the building everywhere, but mainly rubble scattered the ground. Grissom made his way through it, shining his flashlight around, calling out her name.

"Sara! Sara! Can you hear me!" he kept calling out.

The beam of his flashlight only illuminated greyish pieces of the building, but suddenly caught something else. Brown material, an arm. He ran over, picking his way through the debris.

"Jim, are you ok? Can you hear me?"

"I thought…they got it…"

Brass was covered in dust and soot, but was fairly coherent considering what he had been through. It looked as if he had landed by the staircase, part of it sheltering him from other falling pieces.

"I think I got lucky," he said, looking around him, "how are the others?"

"I don't know. Where's Sara? I know she was with you," Grissom answered quickly, his eyes scanning around Brass.

"She was a little ahead of me, then I lost her."

A firefighter came up to Grissom, and took over helping Brass, and the night supervisor took the opportunity to move away, to keep looking for the petite brunette.

"Sara!" he yelled into the night, above the sirens.

Someone is calling my name. Someone is calling my name. Why can't I answer? She kept hearing her name, but she couldn't make a sound. My throat is so dry. Sara! I'm here! I'm here! Why won't my voice work? Why can't I move?

She coughed and tasted blood. Again, the voice called her name. Grissom! She knew the voice! She wanted to yell to him, to raise her hands and wave him over. So she used all her strength, any that she had left and forced her left arm into the air. She swallowed, tried to take a deep breath, "Here…" she called out weakly.

He stopped. Had he heard something or was it his imagination or the chaos around him. He whipped around and then saw her. Running, stumbling over the debris he got to her side dropping to his knees.

"Sara! Over here! I need a medic!" he screamed out behind him.

Her leg was partially trapped under a large piece of drywall, and her wrist was clearly broken. What worried him was the blood on her forehead, dripping down her face. Her eyes were hazy, not focused.

"Sara, talk to me please," he pleaded with her.

"Gris-ssom?" her voice shook.

"Yes, I'm here honey, just stay with me. Hold on, please," he took her hand, rubbing it in his.

"Cold…so cold…" she whispered.

He stripped of his jacket, placing it over her, and then taking off his over shirt pressing it to her forehead. The blood started to soak into it, and he glanced over his shoulder for the paramedics.

"Stay with me Sara. Stay with me honey," he begged her.

Something weighed onClara's chest, and it didn't allow her to take a deep breath. Yet when she did try, it hurt, and she tasted the copper liquid in her mouth and throat. She gazed at the sky, the sounds so distant to her beginning to fade.

Cassie's swim practice would be over by now. She was going to be late picking her up. I should call Nick…he was at work…they were going out on Friday night. He had promised to take her dancing…she had worked hard at convincing him to go. She needed to pick up Cassie…her niece would start worrying if she didn't get there soon. Where were the stars? I miss the night sky, the one I remember seeing when I was at that cottage…the resort she had spent part of the summer at, up north in Canada, an area called Muskoka…the sky was so clear, the stars so bright…not in Vegas…Cassie would love it, Nick would too… they should take a trip…go camping…I'm going to be late picking up Cassie…I should call Nick…

Her jumbled thoughts ran through her mind, and slowly she began to loose touch with reality. She slipped quietly into unconsciousness, into delusions. She couldn't hear the people calling her name, the rescue workers searching for her. The darkness held no pain, so she let it overtake her.

To be continued…

Hopefully another chapter soon. The weekend is coming, and that means I have more time! Keep the wonderful reviews coming! You guys all rock! Thank you! -L