Collapsed

Greg and Sara face a traumatic event at a crime scene… Characters aren't mine, Song is Aly and AJ's.

Why did I let you go?

Your too good to be true

I messed it up and now I don't know what to do.

We ran in circles and wasted time

From right to wrong, from right to wrong

"Hey, Sara." Greg said, opening one eye to look over at her. She laid down next to him some time ago, he'd lost track of how much time had passed, though it was light out now and the rain had pretty much stopped, only drizzling periodically.

"Yeah?" she asked.

He was quiet for a moment and she reached out, pressing a hand to his head. "Your clammy." She stated.

Greg nodded. "And I feel like I'm gonna be sick."

"It's from the loss of circulation. Eventually it'll start to mess up your kidneys since all the toxins are building up." She explained. "Hypoxia is not a good thing."

He swallowed, "What's the treatment for it?"

"Nothing I have…" she said, now wishing the standard first-aid kits Ecklie had had installed in all the department issue Chevy Tahoe's came with oxygen tanks and masks.

"Sara," Greg sighed, his calm demeanor returning once again. "If something should happen and the rescue-"

She cut him off. "Please, I beg of you, Greg, don't start that again."

"If something should happen and the rescuers don't get up here in time, It wasn't your fault and I'm glad you're the one I'm up here with." He said, his voice cracking slightly.

Sara sat up, taking his hand. "Damn it, Greg. Stop talking like that."

Greg shook his head. "You know it could happen. Not to mention everything else that could happen, hypothermia, dehydration, exposure…" he said. "I want you to be safe."

"I already told you that I am not leaving you up here alone." she said defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest like a stubborn child who refused to eat their broccoli.

"Sara, please," he begged, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through her hair. "I can't stay awake much longer; you don't need to see that."

She leaned over, yet again, crying on his chest. "You are not going to die, Greg!" she said, holding him as tight as she possibly could.

"You don't know that, Sar." He said, hugging her back all the same, his acceptance of the situation seemingly flying out the window.

"Help will get here in time." She promised him.

He sighed, burying his head against her neck. "I love you," he whispered, hoping she wouldn't pull away.

She didn't. "I love you, too." She replied, not moving from her place in his arms. "And I wouldn't be able to stand it if you died up here."

Greg pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, comforting her as best he could in his current situation.

"Sara?" Greg repeated.

She looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, his eyes drifting shut again. "I can't stay awake."

And, I shall end this chapter here. I want to update Signs and work on the sequel of Happy Birthday before I go to bed tonight, and I've been up for –counts on fingers- … almost 24 hours… nothing like thinking you're about to experience what Greg went through in Play With Fire firsthand to wake you up, such an interesting day… Sorry if it seemed to emotional but there'll only be 2 or 3 more chapters of this. Review!

4/27/06