COLLIDE

Sandle fic. Only three more chapters of this to come. All other stories are on hold until this is finished. Enjoy! warning, lots of languge in this one... Labor and delivery will ahve that effect on Sara... XD

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You and I Collide

'Hmmmmmmmmmm…' the subtle and incessant hum of Greg's cell phone had gone unnoticed by the rookie C.S.I. as he processed the breaking and entering at the small house in Seven Hills. He was working solo tonight while Sara was home; supervising Nick and Warrick who were helping her and Greg move their furniture into the home they had bought two month's ago.

'Hmmmmmmmmmm…' the phone continued to vibrate, Greg still to wrapped up in printing an iPod that had been left at the scene.

The musical tone of the beeper on his hip jolted him back to reality and he quickly grabbed said offending device, looking at the screen to see 'ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!' scroll across the window.

He rolled his eyes, walking over to his kit where his cell phone was and picking up the device. "Six missed calls? Whoops, forgot to turn that off vibrate after court yesterday…" he said, seeing two calls from the house he and Sara now shared in Henderson and four from Nick's cell. He pressed the call back function on the latter.

"Greg! Sara told me to tell you she's going to kill you." Nick's Texan accent was coming in strong, telling Greg that the older man was rather stressed.

He raised an eyebrow. "I missed some vital piece of information in this conversation…"

Nick sighed into the phone and Greg could hear a distinct yelling in the background. "Might want to get to Desert Palms fast."

"What's going on? And who's yelling?"

"That would be Sara, threatening to decapitate you if you aren't here in the next ten minutes." He replied, relaying Sara's new message to Greg.

A light bulb seemed to go off over Greg's head. "She's… in labor?"

"Way to go, Sherlock." Nick replied sarcastically. "Took ya that long to figure out?"

Greg paged Catherine to come take over the scene while he grabbed his kit and took off toward his Tahoe, leaving the officer to stay at the scene- a luxury he hadn't had during the Beret case.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." He told Nick, before hanging up and driving toward Desert Palms.

"How is she?" was the first thing out of Greg's mouth upon seeing Nick in the lobby of the hospital.

He hesitated a moment, trying to think of the right word. "Umm… irritable, ready to claw your eyes out, bordering on going on a murderous rampage, I'd say that about sums it up."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the confidence booster there, Nicky. Real helpful."

"Seriously?"

Greg nodded.

"I'd say in pain and waiting for you. Now get in there before she leaves me with more work to do…" Nick shoved him in the general direction of the door.

Meanwhile in Sara's room: "Where the freaking hell is he?" Sara cried. "He did this to me! This is all his fault! I'm going to freaking tear his freaking head off!"

Warrick laughed nervously, sitting beside his rather temperamental friend. "It's alright,Nick said he was on the way. Sara, you know Greg loves you, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"My ass! What do you call this?" Sara screamed back.

"Now, now, Miss Sidle, calm down," the doctor sighed. "I understand how you feel-"

"Shut up, you bastard! You have no freaking clue how much damn pain Greg's putting me through!"

"Shut up!" Warrick yelled. "Yes, it's his fault for knocking you up, but it's the baby that's putting you through hell, not Greg!"

"First off -ga'damn it, it freaking hurts!- I am NOT knocked up! Secondly, I have to -Greg, I'm going to kill you for doing this to me!- blame it on someone I can actually beat the crap out of...at least, -Rick, it really hurts!- someone that puts up a fight!" Sara yelled, the tears sliding down her face.

Just then Greg blew through the door and stood next to Sara, taking her right hand in his. "Sar, are you alright?"

"Greggo, it hurts so much," she cried, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I love you, but this is hell..."

The room fell silent as everyone in the room gaped at her. "A moment ago she was screaming bloddy murder about how she'd take Greg's head off because he got her pregnant, now she's all over him…" Warrick leaned over to Nick.

"Mood swings." Nick replied, sipping at the sludge that was supposed to be coffee.

"Ah…" Warrick nodded, sitting beside Nick in one of the uncomfortable orange chairs outside of the room.

"I don't give a damn what you're talking about just get these babies out of me!" Sara cried, bearing down on Greg's hand which was starting to go numb as yet another contraction passed.

"Alright, you're almost there…" the doctor reassured her as Sara cried out again.

A few minutes later Sara, as well as Greg, Nick, and Warrick, were relieved to hear the strong cries of a newborn baby.

"One healthy baby girl down, one to go." The doctor said, relinquishing the infant to Greg once the nurses in the room checked the baby over after letting Greg cut the cord.

Greg looked down upon the crying baby in his arms, arms flailing in the air, reaching out for anything, which at the moment appeared to be his fingers. He smiled as his eldest daughter's tiny hand curled around the hand he'd placed on her belly, reassuring the little girl that she wasn't alone.

Another scream from Sara brought him back to reality. Baby number two was coming. Fast.

The nurses reclaimed the baby in Greg's arms as he stepped back over to Sara. "She's beautiful, Sara." He whispered as he took her hand again, easing her through another contraction.

Before he knew it he was experiencing déjà vu when his second daughter was placed in his arms. As the chaos in the room died down he picked up both little girls and walked over to Sara, handing her the younger one. "It's amazing." He said, watching her count fingers and toes. "That we created them."

"You're crying," she looked him in the eye. "I don't think I've ever seen you cry before."

"What man wouldn't when his daughters were born?" he smiled, placing a kiss to her forehead as he rocked the little girl in his arms. "What should we name them?"

"We never did agree on that one, huh?" she mused. "After what happened a few months ago I was worried something would go wrong and we'd never get to see them."

He looked her in the eye again. "It didn't happen. We have two beautiful little girls. Who need names."

She smiled at him. "Emily Kathleen Sanders." She suggested, looking at the one in his arms.

Greg nodded, taking in the name and repeating it for himself. "Perfect. What about Leigh Morgan for her." He nodded towards the infant wrapped in Sara's arms.

"Emily and Leigh. I like that." She agreed. "Now let Nick and Warrick see them before they start beating up the nursing staff."

He laughed, taking Leigh from her mother and walking very carefully toward the door. "Guys," he said, getting their attention.

"Everything okay?" Nick asked.

Greg nodded, carefully shifting Emily into Nick's arms, "I'd like to introduce you to Emily Kathleen Sanders." He then gave Warrick Leigh. "And Leigh Morgan Sanders."

"Isn't there some rumor that boys look like their moms and girls look like their dads?" Warrick was teasing, they all could tell. "If so, these two little princesses are in trouble."

Greg stuck his tongue out at his friend. "I'll remember you said that when we pick God parents." He laughed, jokingly, of course, before retrieving his daughters and turning to go back to Sara. "By the way," he said, poking his head back out. "Both of you are God Fathers."

Both men smiled and proceeded to start a bet on who the God Mothers would be.

Okay… that's gotta stop there. I have to go take some test tomorrow that I was goiven no warning what so ever on, so I'll be busy tomorrow. I wanted to get this posted and I'm gonna be a zombie tomorrow because of it so Enjoy! And Review!