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"What ya got for us Greg?" I asked, sitting on one of the tables in the lab. Warrick, Catherine, and Brass were there too. Techincally, Brass wasn't supposed to be here, he wasn't allowed to come back to work for another week or so, but none of us had the heart to refuse to let him help out.

"Well," said Greg, "In the way of finger prints in the bedroom, tons of Sara's, more than there should be of Grissom's, most where they shouldn't be," he added, "DNA, again, tons of Sara's. Grissom's, again where it shouldn't be, and no one elses. "

I looked at the others' expressions for how this news affected them, however, not one seemed to have batted an eyelash at Greg's implications that Griss and Sara had been sleeping together. "Am I the only one who's shocked by the news that Sara's bangin' the boss?" I asked.

"Yeah," said all four of the others.

I shook my head, and looked at Greg. He continued with what he'd found, "out of the hairs collected, I found one that was out of place. Mostly 'cuz it ain't a hair. It's synthetic hair, like from a wig, or doll. Other than that, I really don't have anything to give you, whoever this guy is, he's good. Not a single print on anything, and no hair, except the fake one."

We all sighed in frustration. Then I remembered something, "with any luck, I can get a DNA sample. Sara scratched him pretty good, she may have gotten some skin under her nails."

"Nice thinking, Nicky," said Catherine, with a genuine smile.

For some reason that one smile made my heart do a flip. I mentally shook my head, and said thanks. "I'll go to the hospital, and see what I can do. I'll get her clothes from the docs, too."

I turned to leave, when Greg stopped me, "Hey, Nick, wait up. Cath told me to come along... She needs pictures of Sara's injuries."

The drive to the hospital was a quiet one. Neither Greg nor I had anything to say. We were both anxious about the condition Sara would be in when we got there. We asked the receptionist what room Sara was in, and procceeded about the task of actually finding the room, as the woman hadn't bothered to tell us how to get there. When we found the room, we found that Sara already had a visitor. Grissom was there, sitting at the edge of her bed, with his arms around Sara. This was a rather foriegn sight to me, but Greg and I paitiently waited until he noticed us, and laid a sleeping Sara down onto her pillows. We entered the room then, but remained silent for a few minutes after that, still.

"How's she doing?" Greg finally asked. Both he and I looked intently at Grissom.

"The doctor says if she makes it through the week, she'll be fine, but..."

"But?" I asked when he trailed off.

"But he also says that the chances of that are less than 50/50," Grissom said it with such anger in his voice, I almost backed away. Rarely had I seen him get emotional about anything... Then again, this was Sara we were talking about.

"Nick, we're here to collect evidence," Greg reminded me, breaking the uncomfotable silence that had settled over the room.

"Yeah, I remember. 'Scuse me, Griss, I need to get to Sara's hands."

"What for?"

"She scratched the perp., need to check for skin under her nails," I said, forgetting he hadn't known about the recording.

"How do you know that? Did you catch him?" There was something in his voice that said if we had caught the guy, he would have left the hospital in a moment, and no one would have ever seen the assailant alive again.

"No, we didn't," Greg replied, and I saw a disappointed look flash briefly across Grissom's face, "I found a camcorder on the scene... The guy recorded everything, including a brief message to you... He did this to get back at you for something."

"I want to see it," Grissom replied firmly.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Griss-" Greg began, as I scraped Sara's nails. Grissom cut him off, rather angrily.

"I want to see it!"

"It's not pretty..." said Greg, nervously. Grissom was obviously frightening him.

"I'll just go get her clothes from the doc..." I said, having finished my job. I rushed out of the room. When I came back, Grissom had obviously defeated Greg. I was about to ask Grissom if he would mind waking Sara up, when she opened her eyes, and asked what was going on. When Greg told her he was there to take pictures, her expression darkened for a moment, but she nodded in consent, and struggled to sit up. Grissom helped her, being mindful of her injuries.

Once she had the back of her hospital gown open, Greg and I snapped photos, grimacing at the sight of her bruises. Then came the akward part. ALL of her had to be photographed. Sara seemed to know what was next, for she sighed, and said, "Right... May as well get it over with."

Seeing her naked form angered me more than it embrarrased me, considering she was nearly all black and blue, save for the bandages that covered stitched-up knife-wounds. The bandages had to be peeled back briefly, so Greg and I could get photos of the wounds beneath. By the time we were done, I know she was extremely relieved. As we left, I saw Greg glance at something on the table. For a moment, his eyes widened, before he noticed Grissom was watching him closely. After that he was quick to leave.

Once we were on our way back to the lab, he suddenly blurted out what he'd read, "Did you know Sara was pregnant?"

I nearly spit out the gulp of luke-warm coffee I'd just drank, "What? She is?"

"Not is," he said, "Was. Appearently the attack caused to much trauma..."

"Oh... Man, poor Sara. Hell, poor Griss. It had to've been his," I suddenly realized what I was saying, and nearly choked on a second sip of coffee. I didn't quite choke, but I did spit some on Greg, which momentarily distracted him from his driving.

"Ah, geez, man! What was that for?"

"Did you realize what that means?" I asked, "That means Sara and Grissom were gonna be parents... SARA and GRISSOM!" I added to emphasize my point. I appearently succeeded, for understanding suddenly crossed his face.

"Ah... Right..." was all he said.

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I sat with Catherine and Warrick, looking up possible suspects. So far, we had narrowed it down to two. Not bad for a few hours work, if you ask me. Though technically I wasn't working... I was just observing. I wasn't supposed to be working yet.

"Well," said a voice from behind me. I turned to see Nick and Greg entering the room. "The guy's crime should be changed from attempted murder, to murder," Greg concluded.

There was a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the room, myself included. Nick quickly spoke up, "Not Sara!" he said, "Sara's alive."

I sighed in relief, at almost the same time as Cath and Warrick did. "So who, then?" Warrick asked, the relief appearent in his voice.

"Grissom and Sara's kid," Greg answered, just as I took a drink of the soda sitting in front of me, and just as Warrick took a bite of a beef jerky stick, I inhaled half of the can of soda when I heard Greg's answer, and I saw Warrick choke on the jerky. The liquid I'd inhaled came spraying out all over the table, and Catherine had to get up, and pound on Warrick's back, so he could breathe again.

"Say WHAT!" Warrick and Catherine said, at the same time.

"Sara was three months pregnant, chances are, because of Grissom," said Greg, "The trauma of the attack was too much though, so..."

We were all silent for the longest time, before Catherine finally said, "Right... Well, let's get back to work everybody... The longer we wait, the more chance this guy has to follow through with his plans. Greg, you process what you got from Sara's nails, Warrick, check her clothes, Nick, you take Sofia, and go check out our two suspects, would ya? I'll work on the photos."

I had to admire the way Cath took charge, when Grissom wasn't around. She was probably going to become supervisor once he left. Some might have thought he'd choose Sara, but I knew Grissom better than that. No matter what, he wouldn't pick Sara. The woman would never sleep, and she'd be so hyped up on coffee, she'd kill somebody, or herself. They left me sitting on my own in the room, and I leaned back in my chair, waiting. Eventually someone'd come in to keep me company. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard someone say my name.

"Jim, where is everyone?"

I turned in my seat, Grissom was entering the room. "Oh, hello to you too, Gil. They're working the case. How's Sara?"

"She was sleeping when I left," he replied, sitting down, "Doc says she'll be doing alot of that. It's the fact that she may not wake up that bothers me."

"Greg told us." I said, knowing he wouldn't need anymore explanation than that.

"Did he? I thought he would. I didn't know myself until the doctor told me," he said, "I'm almost glad that she didn't tell me... I don't think I'd be waiting for evididence, if I'd known before hand. I'd be out hunting the guy down now. Though, I have half a mind to do that anyway."

"So that means you admit it?" I asked, having expected him to deny any relationship with Sara, "That you've been sleeping with her?"

Grissom looked at me with the stragest expression, as though it hadn't even crossed his mind to deny it, "Yeah, Jim. I do..." he was silent for a few minutes, before he finally said, "Greg told me something about a camcorder found on the scene. I'd like to take a look at it."

"Don't look at me. I'm not involved in the case. I'm strictly observing how things go. I hate it, but I can't do anything about it." I informed him, "Catherine'll know what was done with it though. She's developing photos right now."

Grissom nodded, got up, and left the room, leaving me, once again, by myself.

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