A/N: Sorry for the wait for the new chapter. Real life got in the way, as it does.

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Without a second glance at anyone, Sara marched to the locker room. Thankfully, it was empty, meaning she could shower in peace. Thanking whatever ever part of her made her bring a whole set of spare clothes to work and store them in her locker, she grabbed her towel and clothes and made her way round to the shower. Stripping the coveralls down, she turned the shower on and jumped in, without even waiting for the cold water to warm up.

The ice cold water felt like tiny pricks of pain on her body, but she didn't care. She felt dirty, embarrassed, and frustrated, and a shower, cold or hot, was exactly what she needed. It warmed up in seconds however, and Sara hoped the pain in her abdomen would cease from the gentle massaging of the now steaming hot, hot water. The pain dulled slightly, and she jumped out of the shower and quickly changed.

Pulling her damp hair into a messy bun, she left the locker room is search of Nick. She found him in the evidence layout room with what little evidence they had collected at the woman's house. He gave her a weak smile as she ended.

"Feeling better?"

She nodded. "I'm feeling a bit better, yeah."

"Good."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Neither of them said anything as they began to process the evidence, both dwelling on what had happened earlier that night.

Picking up a couple of swabs, Nick glanced at the brunette at his side.

"I'm, uh, going to take these to DNA," he told her. She nodded, her eyes locking with his. As he turned to leave, she called out to him.

"Nick, I'm sorry about before," she mumbled. He nodded.

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're feeling a bit better."

"Yeah," she said, despite the fact that the stabbing pain in her stomach had returned in full force.

He looked at her intently. "If you feel sick again, you'll tell me?"

She bit her lip, uncertain. He came towards her again, standing right in front of her.

"I just worry about you," he said gently, his hand caressing her shoulder kindly. "Lots of people care about you."

Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her thin frame against his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed in his scent; so distinctly Nick. He pressed his lips to her hair, and she tensed slightly. He pulled away from her, looking hurt. Grabbing the swabs he had thrown onto the layout table, he left the room, leaving Sara standing there.

Delivering the swabs to DNA, he made his way to the morgue to see if the body was ready. Unfortunately, the criminals of Las Vegas had been especially vicious tonight, and there was a long queue for it to be autopsied.

Personally, Nick didn't mind. His mind wasn't focused on the case, something he normally would have been angry at himself about. His mind was on Sara.

Stubborn Sara. He could tell that she was still in pain, but he didn't let her know that he did. He couldn't understand why Sara wouldn't go to the hospital. Her stubbornness was frustrating. He just wanted her to feel better. And what if there was something terribly wrong with her?

He and Sara had always been really close, like best friends. He hugged her all the time. But the kiss on the head he had administered had surprised him. He didn't usually do that. He'd been a bit hurt when she had tensed. He would never, ever, hurt her. He felt angry. Not at Sara, but at the men that had destroyed her sense of trust with the opposite gender. She'd been burnt badly so many times. She deserved better.

He found himself back at the layout room. Sara was still there, and to his horror, she was crying. She didn't see him there, and continued to furiously wipe the tears away from her face. He grew more worried. This wasn't Sara. She didn't cry, at least not at work. He saw her hand clutch her stomach again.

Moving into the room, he walked over to her, cupping her face in his hands, brushing the tears away from her face. Her brown eyes showed so much pain, it hurt him.

"Oh sweetie," he whispered softly, hugging her again. He held her for a few minutes before speaking softly to her, holding her more tightly as she shook against him.

"Can I please take you to the hospital?"

She shook her head, and Nick felt his frustration rising again. She was SO stubborn!

"Please Sar," he pressed on. "Please just do it for me."

Once again, she shook her head, and pulled away from Nick.

"I'm fine," she told him, before her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell forward, right into Nick's waiting arms, passed out once again from the pain.

"Yeah, you're fine," Nick muttered angrily, scooping her up into his arms, her head resting against his chest. This was exactly what he didn't want to happen. Her body had blacked out because she was in so much pain.

Without even clearing it with Grissom, he took Sara out to his car, laying her in the back seat. She was so pale, and he brushed her hair away from her sweaty brow. He was starting to shake himself. Something was seriously wrong with his friend.

The drive to the hospital didn't take long, and when he arrived, he carried the pretty brunette into the emergency room, which surprisingly wasn't that busy. A Doctor immediately showed them to a room, where Nick placed the still unconscious Sara onto the bed. He was showed back into the waiting room, where he sat back down, and waited for the doctor to return.

His mind was a confuzzled mess of feelings. His heart was beating so fast in his chest he wouldn't have been surprised if everyone had been able to hear it. His mind was doing slow motion replays of when Sara had collapsed in the lab. His hands were wringing with anxiety.

Nick stood up and made his way to the pay phones across the room. He needed to call Grissom and tell him what was happening. He didn't know how long he would be waiting in the hospital for.

"Grissom."

"Hey, Griss. It's Nick."

"Nick, what's up?"

"I'm at the hospital-" he started, but Grissom interrupted him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's Sara…"

"Sara?" Grissom's voice radiated from concern.

"Yeah. She collapsed at the lab."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know. She's getting checked out right now. I just wanted to let you know why I'm not at the lab."

"That's fine. Just keep an eye out for her."

"Sure. Talk to you later."

Hanging up the phone, he made his way back to the chair in the waiting room. He didn't know how long he was there before the doctor came back out again. Immediately standing up, Nick marched over to the doctor.

"What's wrong with Sara?"

"We took her in to get some tests."

Nick's brow furrowed. "What kind of tests? What's wrong?"

The doctor let out a deep sigh, and gestured to the chair. "I think you might want to sit down…"

Dum Dum Dum...hehe couldnt resist a little bit of a cliffhanger there...ohhhhhhh... hahaha...

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