COLLIDE

Sandle fic. And I won't be able to update for a few days. My friend (Jamie) is kidnapping me for a few days, though I will be working on manuscripts.

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You and I Collide

Two days. Two entire days had passed since Sara had fallen at the crime scene. And Greg was a complete wreck. Earlier that morning the doctors had finally kicked him out when visiting hours had ended, Nick and Warrick had also assisted, physically dragging him out of the hospital and back home.

He was going out of his mind, couldn't stand not knowing. Not knowing that Sara was okay. Not knowing his two daughters were okay. "I can't take this anymore!" he cried, grabbing Sara's pillow from their bed and inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

In an attempt to keep his mind busy, he'd even volunteered to go in and help with the Beret case, but Grissom had declined, saying it had already been closed, the victim had died of asphyxia, she'd literally laughed herself do death. Jamie was cleared (even though it was her fault) since the Benydryl they'd both taken would have effectively knocked them both out, ruling the death accidental or otherwise. The expression 'Dead to the world' fit appropriately here.

So, as his one distraction had been taken away, he was now wearing a hole in the carpet of his and Sara's apartment, Dakota following him around, Romeo and Juliet watching him contently from the sofa.

The shrill ringing of a telephone jolted him back into reality. He rushed toward the device, grabbing the receiver; looking at the caller ID he noticed it was Nick. "Any news?" he asked.

"Yeah. Get back here." His friend answered. Worry filled Greg immediately.

He gulped. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, I'm just afraid Sara will take someone's head off if you don't get here soon." Nick replied.

Greg breathed a sigh of relief. "She's awake." He said, more to verify it for himself than an actual question.

After a moment Greg hung up, grabbed a jacket and was out the door, considering whether he could get away with breaking several traffic laws to get to her side that much faster.

Several minutes later he found himself jumping up stairs two at a time, foregoing the elevator, and stopping to catch his breath just outside her room before pushing the door open. "Sara!" he said happily, moving to stand beside her.

She reached out for him and he quickly pulled her into his arms. "I was so scared." He whispered.

He felt her nod against his chest.

A doctor came in and they pulled apart. "Ah, glad to see you've returned. You put up quite a fight on your way out." Greg scowled, this had been the doctor who watched Nick and Warrick drag him out, protesting vehemently against leaving.

"Are the babies okay?" Greg asked, trying to get off that topic.

The doctor, a tall man in his thirties, sighed heavily, flipping through Sara's chart before walking over to look at the EKG readouts. "We're not sure yet. We need to monitor you for the next day or two to be sure so, I can't tell you for certain yet. It's a good sign that there haven't been any complications this far."

They both nodded, satisfied with that answer for now. The doctor walked away, promising to return in a little while to check on her.

Greg and Sara sat in companionable silence for a moment. He was startled when she jumped, placing a hand on her stomach. "What's wring?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing. They're kicking." She took his hand settling it on her abdomen when she felt one of the two moving. "That's a good sign."

He smiled and leaned down, kissing her.

Like I could actually kill them… I'll be working on manuscripts while I'm gone so I'll update when I get back… whenever that may be… So, review please!