COLLIDE

Sandle fic. And I shall warn you now this is a weird chapter, and someone gets hurt… Review!

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You and I Collide

Four months had passed and Sara's stomach was rapidly growing. It was the last day Grissom had agreed to let her work in the field. Needless to say, she had not been overly thrilled upon hearing this last month.

Now, she sat on the couch in the break room sipping the sludge that was trying to pass itself off as decaf coffee.

Greg walked in, taking a seat beside her on the sofa and resting a hand on her abdomen. "How are my girls doing today?" he'd asked this everyday since they'd found out the sex of their baby, well, babies. They'd also found out she was having twins. That news had almost caused Greg to pass out, much to Sara's amusement.

"Active. Very active." She replied, moving his hand until he felt one of the two kick.

A grin crossed his face, its infectious nature spreading a smile to Sara.

He leaned over, talking to her stomach. "Hey, you two." He whispered. "You gotta be good for your mom, okay, princesses. Starting tomorrow you'll be able to sleep as much as you want and not have to endure any more icky, smelly crime scenes."

Sara laughed at the look on his face as he thought back to the decomp that had pulled them out of bed their first night back. That one had been particularly bad and had taken several showers, even with lemons, to complete un-stink themselves.

Nick poked his head into the room. "Are you going with us to the scene or just sit there?" he asked. "I'm due in court so you two are on your own." He tossed Greg the keys to one of the Tahoe's before walking out of the room, waving as he disappeared from sight.

Greg smiled, helping Sara off the couch and leading her out to the car.

Upon arriving at the scene Greg had decided this was the weirdest case of his career. "Alright, let me get this straight- Your friend slept over and you woke up next to a decomposing body?" he asked the teenage girl that stood in front of him.

Slowly, the girl, identified as Jamie, nodded, wiping away tears. "I don't know what happened, one minute we were laughing our heads off trying to get to sleep. We took some Benydryl to knock us out, after learning coffee after midnight is not a good idea. When I woke up, Ky was dead."

Their victims name was Kylie Beret, she had gone to spend the week at her friend, Jamie Thomas's house, as she apparently often did as they were both home-schooled.

Sara stepped up beside him; they still had a room to process.

"Has this ever happened before?" Greg asked as they made their way upstairs after leaving Jamie with Detective Brass.

"I'm still not entirely sure what happened." She shrugged taking a left and walking to the end of the hallway. "Maybe David'll tell us something."

The assistant coroner had beaten them there, hovering over the body. "She died around 3 am." He answered before they could ask.

"Well, we got the call at seven, so four hours…" Greg did the math.

David nodded, letting the coroner staff take the body away. "There was ID in the bag beside the bed. Kylie Beret, 16, drivers permit. There's an address to for when you need a contact."

Sara nodded, taking the laminated piece of paper from him. "Thanks Super-Dave." She said watching them take the body away. "Okay. The body part is what my stomach does not agree with."

"Well, for the most part, the body parts over." He said, bagging their victim's pillow.

She sighed, grabbing one of the backpacks off the floor. "What are we thinking?" Sara tossed aside some clothes, a few DVD's, a book, a binder, an iPod, and a retainer case before moving to the next bag.

"Well, her friend said they took Benydryl. Allergic reaction, maybe? Possible OD?" he suggested, grabbing the other bag and sifting through the Algebra, Chemistry, Japanese I, and several other textbooks. A sweatshirt from the community college was also in the bag. "16 and taking college classes?" he asked, surprised. "Sounds like me."

She smiled, "And me."

After several more minutes of processing he and Sara finally finished the bedroom and headed downstairs to stick the evidence in the Tahoe and talk to their suspect again before leaving.

(And, now- since I gave you fluff last chapter and for the last several chapters and most of this chapter, they need a well placed bump in the road… Don't shoot me…)

Greg watched as Sara, in what seemed like slow motion, fell forward tripping over one of the throw rugs on the steps. He moved forward in an attempt to grab her before she was all the way down but failed, watching as Sara, at least didn't land on her stomach. He landed about a foot away from her and was immediately by her side, evidence long since forgotten. Their main suspect at the moment, Jamie, had heard this and came rushing in.

"What happened?" the teen seemed completely calm.

Greg looked up; he didn't particularly care about the case right now. "Well placed stairs happened." He replied, his hand resting on her stomach to see if he could still feel kicking.

Jamie knelt beside him. "Pregnant I would assume? Can I go in my room?"

If looks could kill the one she'd just received from Greg would have left her dead and buried. "I know what I'm doing… I need something from my room if you want to help your friend."

He sighed and nodded, glad to find that Sara still had a pulse but was still knocked out. "Please be okay…" he whispered as the teen leapt up the stairs.

A moment later the girl returned; text book and box of various things in hand. He cast her an odd look. "What?" she asked. "I'm studying to be a nurse. My mom brings home stuff from the hospital she works at."

"Okay…" he nodded, not sure whether he wanted to trust her care with a sixteen year old murder suspect. She'd called 911 on the way upstairs, ear piece from a cell phone in place.

She checked Sara's pulse again; it was still there but a bit fainter. Greg watched as an oxygen mask was tossed out of the box, landing several feet away, followed by an trache tube and stylette, several other things followed and Greg found it rather amusing, despite the circumstances that this girl wasn't kidding when she said she knew what she was doing.

"Graah!" Jamie growled, the box now empty, "I can't intubate her… and I don't have a respirator or EKG machine handy… They better get a move on…" she was on a warpath, flipping frantically through a textbook, with various medical tools surrounding them. Maybe he'd thought too soon.

A knock on the door let immediate relief wash through both Greg and Jamie's faces.

"Tom!" Jamie called out to one of the paramedics who'd come in. "Little help here!"

The thirty-something man approached, assessed the situation quickly and carefully loaded Sara onto the stretcher, monitoring her vitals as she was wheeled out to the ambulance.

Greg wanted to go with her, he needed to but the house was still a crime scene. He was already going to get chewed out for letting someone in before it was completely processed. No way was he leaving it unattended, despite how worried he was over Sara. He pulled out his cell, dialed Nick and said three words. "Speed. Here. Now."

Okay… I do realize that was complexly out there… XD But, before everyone starts yelling at me for that really, really, really odd chapter, one: it was too happy for way too long. Two: Jamie is based on an actual person, who does actually have random medical supplies in her room. Three: review. Now you may feel free to yell if you feel it is absolutely necessary… -hides-. Please review!