Ok here so heres the next part... Did you all have a good christmas or whichever holiday you celebrate?

I don't own CSI

As it turned out the doctor was wrong. Joey had made it through the night. Sara had tried a few times to get into his room but each time a doctor or a nurse was still there. She didn't want to make a scene. She didn't get in until later that night when Claire had asked a young male nurse if she could come in. He had come up to Sara and smiled at her in the deserted waiting room and quietly asked her to follow him.

She hadn't been prepared for what she'd seen. She was expecting tubes and monitors, IV's and other medical indignities inflicted upon his tiny body. But there was nothing, not a single tube or needle, not even a heart monitor. He looked tired but not scared. His body was small and unmoving on the bed. His dark messy red hair stood out in contrast to crisp white sheets, and his pale skin. He was asleep.

She hadn't said anything. There were no words for that moment. Sara pulled a chair towards the bed and took Claire's hands in her own and they had sat like that for several hours. Both watching the rise and fall of Joey's chest. Both holding their own breath when he was slow to draw in more air. They sat like that until the creaking of the door stole their attention and woke Joey. The door opened a little further and a man stepped quietly through the small opening he had created. Sara smiled at him. He stood with one hand behind his back and walked up to Joey's bed. He bent down towardshim and produced an object from behind his back covered with a dark brown towel. Joey's tired eyes had watched with confusion. The man pulled the towel slowly and gently off the object to reveal a young bald eagle. Joey's once tired eyes had filled with amazement at the sight and his smile nearly broke Claire's heart. It was a baby egale with one injured wing and a bad leg. It sat quietly in the hands of the man it had come to know as a friend, someone who was helping him get better.

Joey laughed and for the first time tonight he spoke. "What happened to him."

"I don't know, a woman found him like this and brought him in."

What's his name?"

"I haven't given him one yet." The man replied. "Can you help me come up with one?"

"I can't think of one."

"Can I call him Joseph?" The man asked. Joey smiled at him.

"Sure. Can I touch him?"

"Go ahead, he doesn't bite." The man lowered the bird and Joey reached out and touched his back. His smile grew wider, and so did Claires until she heard someone coming down the hall. The man heard it to. "I better go." He said.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." he said softly. He covered the bird over again and quickly left the room, a minute later a nurse came in to check on Joey she was surprised to see him smiling, but didn't say anything. She left the room.

Joey looked at Claire. "It was beautiful wasn't it mom."

"Yeah. It was" She fought back tears. He had tried to speak to Sara but started having trouble breathing. His chest rose only slightly and fell quickly both moves accompanied by a hoarse wheeze that Sara knew well. He couldn't breath and looked frightened, his panic just made it worse. Sara put her hand on his cheek and a finger to his lips to quiet him. She started to sing to him. It was a soft french lullaby her mother used to sing to her. Her voice was hesitant and unsteady but it comforted him enough for his breathing return to normal she kept singing as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he was well enough to go home. Then later that morning, in Sara's bed he died.

Sorry I know you didn't want me to do it but its just how the story evolved.