-1Danger

Greg was rushed to the hospital, Sara riding in the ambulance with him. She held his hand tightly and ran her other hand through his hair. He was crying and struggling for air, also shivering because he was wet.

"Sara?" Greg choked out through tears.

"What is it, love?" Sara asked quietly. She leaned closer to Greg in hopes of calming him down.

"If I…don't make it..please, please tell Nick and…and Warrick I said thanks," Greg replied as he held Sara's hand tighter.

"You're going to be fine, Greg," Sara said. "But, yes, I promise." She leaned her head up against his as he cried in pain. Please hurry so he'll be ok.

The others arrived at the hospital shortly after Greg was wheeled into the ER. They found Sara sitting on a chair outside the doors to the ER room. It was obvious that she had been crying.

"Sara, are you ok?" Catherine asked as she sat down next to her.

"I don't know," Sara said, her eyes filling with tears. She looked at Catherine. "They won't tell me what's wrong with him, if it's serious or not! Catherine, this is my fault, I should have brought him here days ago." Sara began to cry as Catherine pulled her into a hug.

"No, honey, this isn't your fault. It was just an accident, that's all," Catherine said, trying to calm down Sara.

Nick walked away a couple feet and faced Warrick. "This is our fault too," Nick said, quietly.

"Yeah, if we weren't so stupid Greg might be ok right now," Warrick said sadly. Nick put an arm on his shoulder. "Sorry about my outburst earlier, Nick. I guess it caused a lot ore damage than I wanted it to."

"I'm sorry too," Nick said with a smile. "Maybe we should have listened when Greg tried to stop us." He frowned and looked over at Sara, who was crying uncontrollably in Catherine's arms. He looked to the other end of the hallway when Brass and Sophia entered.

"How's he holding up?" Brass asked Grissom.

"We don't know yet," Grissom told him. "The doctors won't tell us anything."

"How did this happen?" Sophia asked.

"Greg fell off a roof trying to fix a satellite," Grissom explained. "He hurt himself, but refused to be taken to the hospital. There was an argument before and Greg got caught in the crossfire. He got hurt again, really bad, and ended up here."

"Does that explain why Nick and Warrick are wet?" Brass said as he eyed the two men curiously.

"Yeah," Grissom said. He took Sophia's hand and led her over to the corner.

"So I guess later on after this you can come to my place?" Sophia asked in a hushed voice. Sara still heard it, and she looked over at the two.

"Yeah, sounds good to me," Grissom said, laying a soft kiss on her forehead.

Sara couldn't believe it. Greg was in the ER possibly fighting for his life, and here were these two flirting like a couple of teenagers. Her thoughts were broken when the doctor stepped out of the room. Sara was the first to the door.

"How is he?" Sara asked impatiently as the others gathered around.

"I'm sorry you have to here this, but the injuries Mr. Sanders have are quite dangerous to his life right now," the doctor said. "He's in surgery."

"What happened?" Nick asked, his voice cracking a little.

"Mr. Sanders has a couple broken ribs, nothing too serious there," the doctor started. "But he also has a lacerated bowel-peritonitis, and his liver has suffered heavy damage along with one of his kidneys." The doctor looked as the expressions on their faces turned from worry to shock.

"Is..is he..going to live?" Sara asked, swallowing back tears. She looked hopefully as the doctor sighed.

"We don't know yet," the doctor said. "It all depends. If he makes it alive out of surgery.."

"If?" Warrick asked. "You mean he might not?"

"No, he might not," the doctor said. "If he does, he'll be loads of pain, and there is a possibility that he could go into a coma. If he does, he might no ever wake up from it."

"How long will the surgery take?" Nick asked. He was now staring at the ground, desperately holding back tears.

"A couple hours," the doctor said. "You all should probably go home and get some rest. We'll call you when we're done."

"I'm staying here," Sara said instantly. "I'm not leaving Greg, not now."

"We're all going to stay here, doctor," Grissom replied. "Greg needs our support."

The doctor nodded. "As you wish." He turned and went back into the ER. The rest stood in place for a few moments, still taking in everything they had just heard.

"Greg, what did you do?" Grissom asked himself as he walked around the hallway.

"Too young," Brass said as he rubbed his forehead. Sophia stared at the wall and nodded her head.

"Sara, he'll get through this," Catherine said as she put an arm around Sara. She lead her to the chair and sat her down again.

"God, I hope so," Sara said. "He doesn't deserve any of this, he's too good for it. Why him?"

"It happens to the best people, even," Catherine replied.

He others nodded and paced the hallways, waiting for the results of Greg's surgery.

"Sara?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Yeah, but I loved you first," he smiled and she laughed. He rolled over and kissed her passionately.

"Don't ever leave me, I couldn't take it."

"I'll always be here."

"Sara? Sara wake up," Grissom said as he shook her lightly.

"Hmm?" she replied as she sat up. She looked around, wondering how she managed to get from her chair to the couch in the waiting area. She looked up at Grissom. "Did they find out about Greg yet?"

"No, I um, I wanted to talk to you," Grissom said as he seated himself next to her.

"We have nothing to talk about," Sara replied coldly.

"Yes, we do, we need to fix things," Grissom said. "I want you back."

"What!" Sara looked at him in shock.

"I want you back. I realized I made a mistake and I have to fix it," he said. He took her hand in his. "So, come back to me?"

Sara jerked her hand out of his. "No, I don't want anything to do with you!" she snapped. "Are you nuts! Greg's in there fighting for his life, and all you can think about is asking me out! Why don't you go back to Sophia?"

"You love Greg, don't you?" Grissom asked, a tinge of worry in his voice.

"Yes, yes I do," Sara said matter-of-factly. "And when he gets out of here, I'm moving in with him. We already made the plans. We might even get married!"

Grissom looked at the ground for a moment, then back up at Sara. "So you're telling me I lost you to him?"

"Yes."

"What if he doesn't make it, Sara? What if he dies? Then what will you do?" He got up and walked away, leaving her dumfounded on the couch.

"He'll be fine," she said under her breath. She jumped slightly when the doctor came out of the ER. "Doctor? How is Greg?"

"I'm sorry," the doctor frowned. "He made it through the surgery, but we lost him in a coma."

Sara suddenly felt sick. She didn't know what to think or what to do. She just wanted to see Greg.

"Can..can I see him now?" she asked sadly.

"Yes, you may, he needs all the support he can get right now," the doctor said. He was just about to lead Sara into the room when a nurse came barreling through the door.

"Doctor! It's Sanders!" she shouted. Sara and the rest of the team froze in place.

"What's happening?" the doctor asked frantically.

"We're losing him."

Oh, I'm driving myself nuts with the suspense. Preview: the next chapter decides weather or not Greg will live. I want to give some thanks to Mocha Addict and El Gringo Loco for giving me some ideas for this story. Thanks! And keep reading!