Author's Note: I'm not going to sugarcoat it. The next few chapters are going to get very angsty. And many of you will hate me for it. But I'm begging you, stick with me for the next few chapters and it'll be worth it. This is as bad as the story is going to get. I promise. I expect I'll lose a few readers, and that makes me sad, but I swear upon George Coleman Eads III that this story will have a happy ending.

This chapter dedicated to bauerfreak, just because. Another bitter birthday present. But I'm working on a oneshot specially for you to make up for all of this.

To Allie: I'm sorry! Here's my peace offering! (Except you'll probably just hate me even more…) Thanks for reviewing.

To jd: Yeah, I'm not going to lie. Sad things will happen. I'm glad you liked the cruise, even though the chapter was written a bit…oddly. Thanks for reviewing.

To MollyMKS: And I didn't have your attention before! (Feigns being insulted) I'm updating, I'm updating! I just hope I can keep your attention for a bit longer…

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I have full ownership CSI, George, and Eric. Psht. Yeah right.

"911, what is the nature of your emergency?" an all-too-friendly voice came over the phone.

"It's my wife. She's screaming and holding her stomach. We need an ambulance!" he practically yelled into the phone.

"Can you tell me your location, sir?"

Nick was pissed. She sounded so cheerful. He relayed their location to her quickly, adding, "Please hurry, she's pregnant."

The ambulance arrived within a few minutes, and they strapped Sara onto a stretcher and loaded her into the back. Nick, getting out of the Denali, noticed that there was a lot of blood on Sara's seat. He knew that that couldn't possibly be a good thing. He followed her into the ambulance, sitting on the bench alongside her stretcher.

Nick could hear the sirens going and felt the ambulance race along at an incredibly high speed, but to Nick, he felt they couldn't have possibly been moving any slower.

Grissom's cell phone rang just as he was dusting for prints. "Grissom," he answered.

"Grissom, it's Nick," he said, and the panic was obvious in his voice. "I need to talk to Catherine right now. She won't answer her phone." He choked out the next words. "It's Sara."

Grissom stood up from the crouching position he was in, now fully alert. "What about Sara?" he asked worriedly.

"Please, I just need to talk to Catherine, and now," he pleaded.

"Catherine! It's Nick. He says he needs to talk to you about Sara!" Grissom called, putting the phone against his shoulder.

She raced over, taking the phone from Grissom. "Nick, it's Catherine. What's up?" She listened for a moment, and the colour drained from her face. "Well, you better get her to a hospital, and fast." She listened for another minute. "You're in the ambulance? Good. I'm coming over right now." Another pause. "No, Greg and Grissom can take care of it. I'll meet you there." She snapped the phone shut.

"What's the matter?" Grissom asked.

She explained to him what had happened, and he too turned pale.

She said, "I'm taking this with me," as she held up his cell phone. "My battery's dead," she explained.

"Okay."

At Desert Palm Hospital, Sara lay in the bed. The doctors had just left with blood and urine samples, and now they were running some tests. Catherine had arrived a few minutes ago and taken a seat in an armchair in the corner of the room, while Nick sat on a stool near her and held her hand as she looked at him worriedly.

"Hey," he said. "It's going to be okay."

She smiled at him softly. Just then, Dr. Holmes came in, carrying a clipboard.

"Hi, Sara," she said. "They paged me." The tone of her voice did not sound good.

"Hi, Dr. Holmes," Sara replied, equally glumly.

"I'm going to do an ultrasound, okay?" Dr. Holmes said, rummaging through a cabinet and coming out with a bottle of gel.

Sara nodded.

At that moment, Catherine excused herself from the room to go to the public washroom in the hall.

As Dr. Holmes prepared the gel, she started to explain, "At this point in time, your baby's heart has probably just started beating, so we should be able to see it."

She spread the warm gel over Sara's exposed stomach and hooked up the machine. She searched for what seemed like an eternity to both Sara and Nick for some sign that their baby was still alive.

Finally, Dr. Holmes put the scanner down and wrote something on her clipboard. She took a deep breath. "There's no easy way to say this," she said quietly.

But she didn't need to say any more than that.

They both knew their darling was dead.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for doing this, as I've said before, but please understand that I know what I'm doing, and please trust me. You must all think I'm the cruellest person alive, but believe me when I promise you that everything will be alright. Like I said, I expect I'll lose a few readers, but those of you who stick around, please review. Even if it's a flame. I can handle those. Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.