Disclaimer: see chapter one

Catherine rushed into the hospital emergency room and went to the check-in desk. "I'm Catherine Willows. My partner, Sara Sidle, was just brought in by ambulance. Where is she?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Willows. The doctors are with her right now. You'll have to take a seat. Someone will speak with you as soon as they figure out what's going on," she was told by the clerk at the desk.

Catherine pulled out her badge and held it in the woman's face. "I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I need to see Sara. RIGHT NOW!"

"You can flash that shiny little badge in my face all you want but it isn't going to get you back there to see her any quicker."

Catherine was so angry that she began to cry, "I just need to know that she's okay. Please just go check on her and tell me what's going on."

The clerk's tone softened a little. "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, why don't you have a seat."

Catherine stepped into the hallway and began pacing like a caged animal. She was shaken from her worries by the ringing of her cell phone. "Willows."

"Catherine, where are you? You're supposed to be at work. Warrick said you just took off out of here like…well, he just said you left rather quickly," Gil said to her.

"Gil, it's Sara. Lindsey got home and found her on the floor. She wouldn't wake up. I'm in the emergency room now. They won't tell me anything." Sobs were wracking her body as she blurted all of this out to her colleague and friend.

"What about the baby? Is the baby okay?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm more worried about Sara than the baby. God, Grissom, I can't lose her."

"I know. Do you want me to come there with you?"

"No, Lindsey and Nancy are on their way. I'll be—" she was cut off by a woman approaching her in hospital scrubs and she absentmindedly closed her phone, ending her conversation with Gil.

"Ms. Willows?" she said as she extended her hand to Catherine. "I'm Dr. Benson. Why don't we have a seat and I'll tell you what's going on with your partner, Ms. Sidle."

"Is she okay? Is the baby okay?"

"One thing at a time. When she came in, her blood pressure was extremely low and her breathing was weak. She had internal bleeding. I'm sure you know that Ms. Sidle was a high-risk pregnancy. She suffered from a condition called placental abruption. That's where the placenta—"

"I know what that is, Dr. Benson. Is she okay? Our baby—is he okay?"

"We started her on oxygen and gave her IV fluids down here to get her pressure back up. She's been taken up to surgery now though. They'll have to deliver the baby. She's 29 weeks now, so there should be no complications from the early delivery. We won't know for some time, however, if there are problems that arise from the abruption. Do you have any idea how long she was unconscious?"

"No, I was at work. My daughter found her. An hour? Maybe two? Is she going to be okay?"

"She should be fine. Let's get her through the C-section first and give her some time to recover. I'll take you to where she is. Did you want to be there for the delivery?"

"We had planned on it."

"Then we better hurry. Those folks in maternity run are more efficient than an assembly line in China."