Disclaimer: see chapter one

"Here's how this is going to work. You and Catherine--never again. You better hope to god that I never see you so much as look at her. And you better pray that Catherine never comes home and mentions your name. I'm not going to have you ruining my marriage. I'm pregnant. You're pregnant, too. Don't you think more of your marriage to Nick than this?"

"I love Nick. I love that we're having a baby together. Two actually—I found out this morning. There's something between me and Catherine—"

"—that's over. You're not seeing her again. You can ruin your marriage. You can have twins and raise them alone. But I'm not letting you ruin our marriage because I'm not about to raise this child on my own. Catherine and I are together. Respect us, our marriage, and our family or you're going to have a difficult time." Sara rose from her seat and tossed some money on the table. "Now, have a good day, Sofia." As she walked away, she turned around and said, "Remember what I said. Stay away from her."

Sara climbed in her SUV and drove home. Her meeting with Sofia had been extremely stressful. She wanted nothing more than to go home and lie down for a while. She knew that when Catherine got home, she'd be in for another taxing conversation.

She arrived half an hour later at an empty house. She walked inside, dropped her keys on the table by the door and plopped down on the couch.

By the time Lindsey arrived home two hours later, Sara was on the floor and something was obviously wrong. The teenager tried shaking her and calling her name but received no response. She grabbed the phone and called the only person she could—her mom.

"Las Vegas Crime Lab. Supervisor Willows speaking."

"MOM! Something is wrong with Sara."

"Sweetie, calm down. What's wrong?"

"I just got home. She's on the floor and she won't wake up."

"Okay, Linds. Check for a pulse. Remember Sara teaching you to do that?"

"Yeah. I can barely feel it Mom. She's not breathing much either."

Inside, Catherine was, well, freaking out. "Alright, Lindsey. I'm gonna hang up and call 911. Then I'll call you back on my cell phone. I'm on my way baby. You stay with Sara."

"Hurry mom. I'm scared. She's really pale."

"I will baby."

Catherine hung up with her daughter and quickly called dispatch to have an ambulance sent to her home. As she was running to her truck, she quickly dialed Lindsey's cell phone. "Okay hun. They're on their way. Is she bleeding, Lindsey?"

"I didn't see any blood anywhere. It looks like she was on the couch, 'cause the blanket you were using last night was unfolded."

"Okay."

"I hear sirens, mom."

"Okay, you go and open the door for them. Call me as soon as you know which hospital they're taking her to. I'm going to keep driving until you call me."

Moments later, her cell phone rang. "Which hospital?"

"They're taking her to Desert Palms. They wouldn't let me ride with her. I called Aunt Nancy to come and get me. I guess we'll see you there," Lindsey was shaken. Catherine could tell that she was crying.

"Everything will be okay baby. I'll see you at the hospital."