(A/N) Thanks again for all your reviews, and if you haven't yet…REVIEW! They help me write just a wee bit faster! lol. It was my birthday last week! I'm fifteen, YAY! This chapter is still in the past.

Author: Medha Gupta (CSIindiegurl)

Title: Just Remember

Summary: On a rainy night 8 years ago, his wife disappeared. Her car was found, totaled, and all that was inside it was a ring. Treasuring the ring, he has given up on her, but soon, everything changes...

Last Chapter

He wanted to make her happy. Nick wanted the smile to return on her gorgeous face. He wanted her. Finally, the voice in his head shut up, and he quit denying. Nick couldn't hold back his feelings: he was accidentally in love.

Chapter 2: Let her live

Greg staggered into the crime lab, blood smeared on his hands and clothes. Bruises were prominent on his skin, and he could barely keep his eyes open. He then saw Grissom walking towards him, concern apparent on his face.

"Greg what happened? Where is Sara?" he asked. Greg wanted to talk, but he could barely keep his balance. The world was beginning to fade.

"Shot…three miles north…near gas station…still breathing." With that he fell forward into Grissom, and saw no more.

"I NEED HELP!" he screamed, "WE NEED MEDICS HERE ASAP, CALL 911!" Grissomlay Greg down softly on the ground, and then ran outside to find Sara. When he got outside, he started running north; fifteen minutes later, he found Sara. Kneeling down, he checked her pulse; it was faint, but it was there.

"Sara! Can you hear me?" he asked softly. She only grunted in reply while Grissom called 911.

"We need assistance immediately!" Grissom yelled.

"Okay, where are you?" the operator asked

"One mile south of the gas station, and approximately three miles north of the LVPD crime lab."

"Okay, we'll be there in around five to ten minutes." Grissom hung up, and looked at Sara. She looked horrible; there were numerous contusions around her face, gashes on her arms and legs, and there was a bloodstain on her shirt which revealed where the bullet grazed her side.

"Don't worry honey, the medics are coming," he whispered soothingly while brushing his hand through her hair, and putting his other hand in hers. In one way, she was like the daughter he never had: intelligent, sweet, caring, and stubborn. Ambulances were blaring out in the distance. They came closer, and Grissom stood up to flag them down.

"Did you call?" The paramedic asked.

"Yes, please take her to the hospital, she has been shot," Grissom pleaded. The paramedic nodded, pulled Sara off in a stretcher, and carried her into the ambulance. Grissom called the only person whom he knew would help: Catherine.

"Willows," a voice answered groggily.

"Cath, could you come and pick me up? Sara just got shot, and Greg isn't doing too well either, and I need to get to the hospital," he said with urgency in his voice.

"Oh my God, okay, where are you?" she asked while pulling on some clothes.

"Three miles north of the Lab, near the gas station."

"Okay, I'll be there," Catherine said, and hung up the phone. She was about to leave when she remembered Lindsey, her daughter. She wrote a note and put some money on the table before leaving. Cath phoned Warrick, who said that he was going to meet them at the hospital after he phoned Nick.

The phone rang, once, twice, and then an arm reached out to grab it. "Stokes," he said before closing his eyes again. Suddenly his eyes opened up. "Oh, okay, I'll be there." He quickly put on some pants and a shirt, not caring if they matched or not. He had just gotten the news about Greg and Sara. Great, every time I fall in love with someone, they get hurt, he thought; tears coursed down his cheeks as he drove to the hospital. Once he got there, he stormed through doors in the Emergency Room; he then stumbled upon Catherine and Warrick. They were hugging, and Warrick was whispering in her ear, and were both crying.

"Hey," Nick said softly.

"Hey," they both said simultaneously. Catherine wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and Warrick did the same.

"How are they?" Nick asked.

"Greg is fine, just chronically dehydrated, but his wounds are superficial," Catherine replied.

"And Sara?" Nick asked. Catherine buried her head into Warrick's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Nick, she is in a coma; the bullet just grazed her skin, but she has a lot more trauma then that. The doctors say," Warrick stopped to catch his breath and wipe the tears on his face, "The doctors say that if her body doesn't accept the surgery, then there is no hope for Sara after that. Grissom is going to come and tell us when she goes into surgery." Warrick stopped, and put his hand on Nicks back, while Nick looked incredulous.

"No," he said, "No, she's fine. This is all a joke right?" With that he started laughing maniacally, he laughed until his sides were sore, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he sobbed. Harder than he had ever remembered, the sobs racked through his body. Catherine let go of Warrick, and hugged Nick. "I love her," Nick said softly. Catherine had no time to answer, because Grissom came at that moment. He looked older than he ever had, and tearstains were evident on his cheeks.

"She is in surgery; all we can do now is wait," he said. Nick continued sobbing, and he sat down, disbelieving of what was going on at that very moment. It seemed that God was absent from his life. Every time he fell in love, something happened to ruin it. He had no idea why he deserved this punishment, Nick was always sure he was good. Now even, what had he, or more importantly Sara, done to deserve this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had always been a good CSI, way too immersed in her morals maybe, but there was nothing wrong with that. For the first time in his life, he prayed, "Please God," he pleaded, "Let her live."