Hey everyone! Long time, no see. I apologize for the long wait between updates! Holidays and school got in the way big time! Thanks for sticking with my story anyways! Get ready for the biggest shock of my story…..death. Again, thanks for the reviews!

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Brass sat in the waiting room for hours after the accident. The room was packed with officers and other co-workers as they talked amongst themselves. Dr. Johnson walked out from Catherine's emergency room holding a folder, with a grim look on his face.

"Detective Brass?" Johnson asked as he entered the room.

"That's me," Brass said as he straightened out his suit jacket and tie.

"I'm Dr. Johnson, I'm working on Catherine Willows," He said as he extended his hand.

Brass gave him a less than enthusiastic hand shake as he responded, "Nice to meet you doctor,"

"I have a few questions regarding Ms. Willow's feelings towards resuscitation. Now she flat lined 10 minutes ago and we brought her back. But all we need to know is, if she flat lines again, what you would like us to do," Johnson asked as he tapped his clip-board.

"Why are you asking me this? I'm 5th on her list of contacts, shouldn't the others be asked before me?" Brass asked as the bleak look on Johnson's face threw up a red flag.

"Well, Mr. Brass, I think we should have a seat," Johnson said as he pointed to a chair. By now the entire room had silenced as they waited for the news. Brass reluctantly sat next to the doctor as chills were sent up and down his spine. Brass took a deep breath and lowered himself into the seat.

"What's wrong with the others?" Brass asked as looked down at the chart the doctor was holding.

"Well, " The doctor said as he opened up the folder. There were 6 pages of very sloppy written diagnoses.

"Lindsay Willows, Catherine Willows, and Greg Sanders were the first to come to the hospital. Lindsay has a fractured skull, a punctured lung, two broken arms and a fractured pelvis. WE also just heard from her pediatrician that she flat lined about 20 minutes ago. They resuscitated her but her vitals don't look good," the doctor paused as gasps and whispers were heard throughout the room.

"Lindsay Willows has a resuscitation card meaning we'll bring her backs as many times as we can until Ms. Willows tells us other wise. Now, about Ms. Willows, as I told you, she flat lined 10 minutes ago but besides that, she has a severed ear drum and a hemorrhage in her brain. It's very serious and very life threatening. So what I need to know from you is, do you want us to resuscitate her if she flat lines again?" Johnson asked as he looked at Brass with remorse in his eyes and voice.

Brass paused for a second as he thought about what Catherine would have wanted. He finally came to an answer.

"Do what ever you need to do to keep her alive," Brass said as he fought back tears that formed in the corners of his eyes.

Johnson waited for Brass to regain his composure before discussing Greg's issues.

"Greg Sanders is in an interesting position. He continues to have elevated heart beats but for no apparent reason. He's flat lined twice and been successfully resuscitated twice. He seems to be the most stable of the seven," Johnson said as another doctor made his way into the waiting room. He whispered something into Johnson's ear and walked away.

"What?" Brass asked as he rubbed his hands together in his lap.

"Well, Doctor Brand just gave me a message from Doctor Oliver, who is the doctor working on Greg," Johnson said as he tried to form his sentence.

"Yeah, and?" Brass asked as he became more and more frustrated.

"He just flat lined and he has neither a resuscitation card nor a DNR card. So we need to ask you again, would you like us to," Johnson said before being cut off by Brass.

"Do what ever you need to do," Brass said again as he bit his lip.

Johnson waited again for Brass' word to continue.

"Ok," Johnson said as he marked the note down and sent a runner to send the message to Dr. Oliver.

"What about the others?" Brass asked.

"Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle were in the second ambulance and the both flat lined. They have resuscitation cards. Gil appears to have an internal injury and a fractured wrist and Sara appears to have severe brain damage. She's hemorrhaged twice and is losing blood by the minute. Her odds of survival are 1 to 50." Johnson said as he took his eyes off the paper and focused them on Brass. His hands trembled and he continued to bite his lip.

"What about Nicky and Warrick?" Brass asked as he picked at a hang nail on his thumb.

"Nicholas Stokes is in the ICU about to undergo a very complicated surgery. A piece of glass severed his spinal cord which may cause paralysis. Without the surgery, he will bleed to death in a matter of minutes." Johnson said.

"You know Nick was in here about two weeks ago right?" Brass asked as he looked at the doctor.

"Yes he was the officer buried alive right?" Johnson asked as he looked at the hurt in Brass' eyes.

Brass simply nodded.

"Do you know what medication he was on?" Johnson asked as he got his pen ready.

"No," Brass said as he looked at the doctor.

"Well, I'll go into his file and find it," Johnson said as he finally reached Warrick's name on the list.

"What about Warrick?" Brass asked.

Johnson paused as he thought of a way to tell Brass what had happened. "Warrick was impaled by a large metal pipe. The pipe went through his lung making his breathing labored. I'm looking at his vitals now and he isn't looking very good."

"Why what's wrong?"

"He is dying as we speak. The pipe nicked a fourth of Mr. Brown's heart. And in his flies, Mr. Brown holds a DNR card. I'm afraid that if he flat lines again, there is nothing we can do," Johnson said as he witnessed a wave of shock rush over the group. "I'm very sorry."

Brass grabbed his phone and began to dial Warrick's Grandmother's number.

"Do you have any questions for me sir?" The doctor asked as he stood up.

"Um, I have to go," Brass said as he through on his coat.

"Where are you going sir?" the doctor asked.

"Someone needs to contact the families," Brass said as he walked out of the waiting room, leaving Johnson in absolute shock.

Brass briskly walked to his car and hopped in. But before starting the ignition, Brass held his head in his hands and cried.

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This is kind of a short chapter but it got the point across. I hope you liked it and I plan on updating again some time this week. Review if you can! Thanks again!

-CSIFanatic08