A/N Hey thanks for the comments. Yeah I have been working on this fast but the chapters I had posted were already made so all I had to do was upload them (They were made a few days in advance). Anyway this chapters short because I had the flu and... Well I had the Flu enough said. Deal with the shortness.

Chapter Five

Catherine stood outside holding her gun in front of her tightly, her knuckles white. Brass's car rolled up followed by a parade of police cars; he hopped out, "Sorry!" He yelled, "Traffic, even with the--" He stopped, his mouth hung open, "Where's Grissom? Nick?" He called to Catherine who just stood at the door; she pointed in the ware house and hung her head looking annoyed.
"Damnit Griss." Brass yelled, he turned towards his cops and pointed at the building, "Guns out lets go!" And they ran towards the building. Catherine let out a sigh of relief and stepped aside for the police.

Nick raised the gun, and Sara just stared up at him, tears flowing, "I love you," She managed to say in a hoarse whisper. Nick felt his own tears start to fall down his face, he nodded.

"I—I love you too, I'm so sorry Sara." He his hands shaking, his finger moved towards the trigger.

Click

Bang

Nick jumped, as he realized he had not shot the gun, it came from behind him piecing his ears, he dropped his gun, eyes wide. At the same time Nigel stumbled backwards, his own gun flying out of his hand, his eyes shut in pain, finally he fell to the ground with a loud thud Nick turned around on his heal to see who shot. Grissom stood there his gun out straight in front of him; he looked angry, and hurt at the same time. Nick sighed, dropped to his knees in front of Sara and reached for her holding her tightly. Sara opened her eyes and accepted Nicks hug, she gave him a squeeze back and collapsed in his arms crying, "I thought… I was… He." She whispered words coming out at random.

"Shhh," Nick whispered in her ear, "Shhh, honey its okay. It's over." He said reassuring himself and Sara at the same time. It was over.

On cue, of course too late Brass came in with the police guns out ready to shoot. Brass noticed the lifeless body of Nigel Crane on the ground; he sighed and shouted, "Guns down guys! Head out." Then Brass turned to Grissom whose gun was still out in front of him a shocked look now plastered on his face, as if he didn't really believe he shot Nigel, "You." Brass shouted, "You and Nick could have gotten each other killed, or even worse you could be fired. You know what this means for you?"

"Yeah." Grissom said putting his gun down, "Sara's okay." He looked at Nick hugging Sara, "She's okay."

Brass nodded in agreement but added, "Ecklie is going to want to have a chat with you later. If Sara was in danger then it was right for you to go after her to protect her." He stopped, "But don't ever do that again, you idiot. Don't put your own life at risk, your one of the best CSI's we have."

Nick had offered to take Sara to his house after the paramedics stitched her up. She agreed, but only for the night.

Sara sat on Nick's couch a blanket wrapped around her, her hair was still minorly messy, her face was no longer wet with tears, but it was obvious by the red streaks on her face that she was crying. Nick walked into the room holding two mugs of steaming hot tea, he handed one to her carefully, and he too got on the couch. They drank silently.

"Sara." He finally said, "I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you—I just thought if I did…" He trailed off looking hurt, "If I did shoot you, you wouldn't be in any more danger, if he shot me who knows what he would have done to you…" Sara placed an arm around him pulling him closer.

"I know Nick, don't be sorry," She said soothingly, she was trying to keep it together and not cry again.

"This is my fault, if I never—"

Sara cut him off and turned to him, "Nick, you are so brave, you've been through a lot more then me in the last 4 years, when I was on that bed when I woke up I was thinking, 'What would Nick do?' You were brave when you went to save me, then and after. Why are you like this now, what happened to the brave Nick?" She questioned, squeezing his hand.

"If it's me, I'll be okay. Not if it's you Sara, never you." He said refusing to look at her.

"Can we not talk about this?" She said looking a little hurt, she was happy he cared that much about her, and hurt that she had caused him to worry as much as she did, "I just want you to hold me." She said softly. Nick leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled her over to him and hugged her tightly. In a few minutes Sara just closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.

Nick however, could not sleep, not after everything that happened. He just wanted to watch Sara sleep, to hold her. He had never felt more in love then he did now.

A/N Sadly theres only going to be one chapter after this, I have to finish up this other one I was working on that I havn't posted yet. Also I have that Sandles one I need to update.

Teaser: Sara walked slowly down the hallway, her side still hurt everytime she walked, except now the pain wasn't as bad. She stopped slowly at Grissom's office door and knocked gently.
"Come in." came his tired voice.
Sara bit her lip, took a deep breath through her mouth, and opened the door.