A/N: Sorry for the delay. I need to say, this is NOT medical correct. I'm sorry, but I am only a student, not a doctor. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them (said it already, I know). I have done research though, and this is the best I can. I really try to avoid medical dialogues, but I can't avoid them completely.
Thanks to Fish, Rianne and Vincent.

Chapter 3

Catherine parked her car at the crime lab. She walked through the doors and looked for Nick or Warrick, but they weren't in the DNA-lab or in the break room. They could be anywhere, Catherine thought. She took out her cell-phone and dialed Warrick's number.

'Brown.'

'It's me.'

'Hey, where have you been? We've tried to contact you for hours.'

'I need to tell you something… Can you and Nick come over to Brass' office?' She could hear Warrick think.

'You can tell it to me on the phone…'

'I want to tell you this in person. Can you come, please?'

'Sure, we'll be there.'

He hung up and Catherine walked to Brass' office. She knocked on the door, and opened it when she heard him say that she could come in. Brass looked up from his computer.

'Ah, Catherine. What can I do for you?'

'I… I need to…'

He saw that something was wrong. 'Why don't you sit down? I can get you a cup of coffee. Is that okay?'

She nodded and took a seat in a chair. Brass walked away and came back a few minutes later, with two cups of coffee. Just when he sat in his chair, Nick and Warrick came in. Brass raised an eyebrow.

'Guys… Sara's been shot. She's in the hospital now.'

Warrick walked to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Nick lingered in the doorway, with a shocked expression on his face. Brass' head sunk into his hands.

'What happened, Cath? Is she…'

Catherine turned so she could see Nick.

'She's still alive… She was shot in the chest. The bullet punctured her lung. Her condition is critical…'

'I need to see her…' Nick almost walked away, but Catherine's words stopped him.

'Nick, you can't. She can't have visitors at the moment.'

She stood up and walked over to him.

'But… I need to do something.'

Catherine could see the tears in his eyes. She gave him a hug and let him go. 'There's nothing you can do for her at this moment, but we must get the bastard that did this to her.'

'I'm with you.' Warrick said firmly. All three of them looked at Brass.

'Do everything you can to get this guy behind the bars.' They walked away to their cars and drove to the crime scene.

Grissom was sitting in the chair at the end of the hall. Thoughts were passing his mind. Images moved through his head. Sara who was lying on that bed, like a helpless child. She needed him right now, more than she ever did. And he couldn't be there for her.

He thought about the night that the lab was blown up. Sara, on the road, with that cut in her left hand. God, how concerned he was. It was only a small wound, but he... for a moment thought he had lost her. And that night that he was called because Sara was caught on the road, driving under the influence. He really thought that she had an accident, and that she was hurt. And now, he wanted to tell her that he loved her, and if she died he wouldn't have that chance anymore.

That just couldn't be an option, she had to make it. But she... she was just so lifeless. He let his head rest on the back of the chair. Someone woke him from his thoughts.

'Mister...' It was a question, he understood.

'Grissom...'

He looked up and saw doctor Corris standing in front of him. 'Mr. Grissom... I need to ask you something about Miss Sidle. Are you the father of the baby?'

Grissom glared at her. Baby? What baby? Was Sara pregnant? Probably... was it his child? Could he be a father? He thought for a moment that this was one big joke, but the doctor's face told him that this was serious. 'I... I think so... why?'

'Do you want to give us permission to abort the fetus if it risks Miss Sidle's health?'

His eyes widened. Was there a chance that she was going to die? Was the baby the reason that she was so weak? 'Harm her? Is she going to... ?'

The doctor looked at him sincerely. 'There is a chance that she will die. She lost a lot of blood and her oxygen level is very low, due to the pneumothorax and if her oxygen levels remain that low, I really think we need to abort the fetus. I am really sorry.'

He closed his eyes. He didn't know what to think anymore, it was too much to handle at the moment. He should be happy that he would become a father, but if that would hurt her, he had to say that it was fine to remove the baby. But… could he make that decision for her? He knew he had to… but what should he say? That the life of the child was less important than her life? Could he? His mind went back to the moment with her… her white skin, the fear in her eyes, her cold hands. The sound of her fast heartbeat on the monitors… he had to make the decision right now… he opened his eyes and looked at the doctor. 'Just… just do what's best for her…'

'We will try to keep them both alive, but if her condition should get worse, I'm afraid that we don't have an option.' The doctor walked away.

'Doctor?'

She turned around. 'Yes?'

'Can I see her now?'

'I am sorry, but you can't. She's very weak and needs her rest. I am really sorry.'

Grissom nodded, he didn't have the power to say anything else.

The doctor saw that Grissom wasn't handling it very well. 'But you can see her through the window of her room.' She made a gesture that told him that he could walk with her. He stood up and walked towards Sara's room.

The SUV's of Warrick, Nick and Catherine stopped at the end of the road. All three of them stepped out and took their field kits out of the trunk. Catherine walked to the front to the car. She put her kit on the sidewalk and picked a pair of latex gloves out of it. The other two did the same. Catherine walked towards the two younger men. 'Nick, can you start with the surrounding area? Warrick, you're with me.'

Both of the men nodded and Warrick walked with Catherine to the car. Catherine opened the door of the passenger's side. The darkness of the car made them turn on their flashlights. Catherine stepped inside the car. 'I'll start with the outside' Warrick took the fingerprint powder and the brush and proceeded to dust the car. Catherine leaned over to the driver's side of the car. The blood was still visible on the chair. Catherine took a swab and took a sample from the driver's seat, even though she already knew that it was Sara's blood. She put it in a bag and signed the label. She took her camera and took some photos of the inside of the car. Her eyes fell on a hair that laid on the floor of the passenger's seat. 'Ahhh... nice.'

She put her camera back down and grabbed the tweezers. She picked the hair up; it was a short, blonde hair. 'Definitely not hers...' Catherine smiled; maybe it was enough for a DNA-profile. She bagged it and took out the fingerprint powder and dipped the brush in the barrel. She started with the dashboard and a partial fingerprint appeared. She photographed the print, lifted it and continued with the printing. She found a lot of prints on the steering wheel, but she was convinced that these prints were Sara's. She found a couple of dark brown hairs, probably from Sara herself. She got out of the car and walked over to Warrick.

'What did you find?'

'Fingerprints... but I bet they're from the EMT's. How's yours?'

Catherine smiled. 'Fingerprints and a hair. Blonde and short, not from the EMT's, not hers. Let's call auto-detail and get the car to the lab.' Warrick took his cell phone and dialed a number. Catherine walked away to find Nick. She saw him at the end of the street, on his knees with tweezers in his hands. She walked over to him. 'How's it going?'

'You know? I checked the whole area and nothing. Nothing that can be related to the crime...'

'We should get that bullet... I'm going to the hospital.'

'I'm going with you.'

Catherine knew that there was no way to stop him and closed her eyes. 'That's fine...' She walked back to the cars. Warrick was leaning with his back to one of the black SUV's. Catherine looked at him. 'You're going to the lab? Nick and I are going to the hospital to pick up that bullet.'

'That's fine. See you later.' He gave her a quick hug. Nick and Catherine got in their vehicles and drove to the hospital.

Grissom stopped in front of Sara's room. The curtain was open. He could see that her eyes were closed. She was sleeping, she wasn't in pain. He was so thankful that she wasn't aware of the fact that he wasn't there. He looked at her belly. If he didn't know that she was pregnant, he wouldn't have seen that it was bigger than it used to be. How long was she pregnant? It must have been that night. He tried to calculate, but his mind wouldn't let him think clear. He looked at the doctor next to him. He appreciated the fact that she stood next to him, she was with him, despite of the fact that she must have a lot of other things to do. 'How long has she pregnant?'

'I am not a gynecologist. It has not been reported in her medical record, so she hasn't seen one yet. But my guess is that she's been pregnant for about 12 weeks.'

Suddenly, it was too much for him. He started to cry, his head on the glass of the window. His shoulders shaked. The doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. He breathed in and swallowed. He looked at the doctor. 'Thank you. I... I just...' He didn't have to finish the sentence.

'No problem, it's okay.' He walked down the hall, he couldn't stand by the window anymore with the knowledge that he could only look at her and not do anything. He took a seat on the couch and put his head in his hands. Thoughts flooded his mind.

Another A/N? Hmmmm. actually I don't know anything to say, exept the thanks part. Next chapter? I don't know when it will be up. I hope next week, and I think so, because I have holidays now. If I don't update it before new years eve: Happy new year to anyone!