You Never Know When Chapter 5, a csi fanfic

Again, I can't thank you enough for the reviews! I was nice in the last chapter and didn't leave you with a cliffhanger, but I can't say the same about this one! There is gonna be a BIG surprise in this chapter, one that I hope you all are going to be happy with.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all mistakes are mine. Some lines are barrowed from/inspired by scenes from the episodes "Play With Fire" and "Inside the Box", there are a few small lines from/inspired by "Crash and Burn," but, technically, this whole story is. Also, I'm kind of changing a few things in the explosion scene of "Play With Fire", just to make the story a little more dramatic.

Chapter 5:

"So I'm thinking…the vic was car-jacked." Sara said, exiting the car. "Dragged to a secluded location, raped, murdered, body dump. What do you think?"

"Killer had her in the car, easy getaway." Answered Nick, "But still, why take her all the way up the bleachers, to risk getting caught in a room with only one way out?"

Sara, Nick, and Grissom had been working on a case involving a woman found dead at a high school. The location suggested that it was a body dump, and so did the contents inside the victim's car. While she and Nick were processing the car, Grissom was in autopsy.

Nick's phone beeped, it was a text. "Brass has the vic's motel room, I'm gonna go process it."

"I'll drop you off, and take the evidence back to the lab." Sara agreed, picking up her kit.

Only twenty minutes after Sara had dumped her trace evidence on Hodges and her DNA evidence on Greg, her phone went off. It was a number she didn't recognize.

"Sidle,"

"Hi, Sara, it's Mary. Mary Jacobs."

"Oh," Sara said. Why would she be calling me? Did something new come up in the tests? What if-

Sara stopped herself. She wasn't going to think about her many 'what if's' again. Not while she was working, at least."Hi, um, how can I help you?""I just wanted to remind you about your appointment, it's this Saturday."

"Oh, right." Sara said, hitting herself on her forehead. She had completely forgotten about it. She hadn't even told Grissom.

Grissom. Would he want to come?

"Thanks, Doc. I honestly forgot." Sara laughed.

"My pleasure. Have you been taking your medication?"

"Yes," Sara nodded, even though she couldn't see her.

"Is the father going to be there, too?"

"I don't know. He's beyond happy, but-" she smiled, knowing that Grissom really was ecstatic about the baby, even though he couldn't show it. "But I haven't told him about the appointment, he may have to work."

"Oh, well I hope he can make it. I'd love to meet him."

"I'll see if he can make it. Thanks again, Doctor."

"Take care, Sara."

It was noon, and, now that she thought about it, she was kind of hungry. All she could think about now was the two PB&J sandwiches and the bottle of water she'd packed for lunch. She'd pretty much forgotten about Mary's phone call as she pulled her sandwich out of her lunch bag. Until Grissom walked by, that is.

She got up just as he walked away. She needed to tell him now before she forgot again. He walked into the DNA lab, and began talking to Greg. Patiently, she waited for him to leave. As she began to catch up with him, he walked into Archie's lab, and talked to him and Nick. Again, she waited. If he would just stay put for one second…

Okay, here goes nothing! She thought as Grissom walked away. He was walking into his office, perfect! For all of three seconds. Just as Grissom entered, so did some other man. Most likely a lab tech, Sara guessed. He had questions for Grissom, so Sara decided to try again later.

Maybe Greg is done with my evidence, she thought as Greg's lab came into view. He looked very confused. She had considered asking him why, but was knocked off her feet. The building was shaking. The DNA had exploded right in front of her. She was flung into the wall, landing face first in a pile of glass and other debris. She watched Greg struggle to get up, only to fall back down. A wave of extreme dizziness came over her as she rolled onto her back, glass piercing her jacket and into her skin. She could hear people screaming; some of them were calling her name, but with the room around her spinning, she couldn't tell who or where the voices were coming from.

The last thing that went through her mind was her baby.

Grissom had been in the middle of a conversation when the building shook, and glass shattered throughout the halls. Without thinking, Grissom ran towards the DNA lab. He heard screaming, lots of screaming, but couldn't make out what was being said. As he turned the corner, though, he could hear-what sounded like-Catherine.

"Greg! Oh my God, wake up! Sara, can you hear me?" She was screaming.

Through the smoke, he could make out Catherine shaking Greg's unconscious body, and Sara lying unconscious a few feet away. "Sara!" Grissom screamed, running to her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, and take her to the hospital himself. It took everything he had not too. He shook her lightly, hoping for a response. Nothing.

"Sara? Sara, wake up!"

She mumbled something incoherent, turning her head slightly.

She's awake! "Sara! Oh thank God, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"The…baby" she mumbled in a voice so low he almost didn't hear her.

"What?"

"B-baby," was all she could manage before passing out again.

"Shit." Grissom hissed. He could hear the paramedics running down the hall. "Over hear!" He shouted. A group of four men came into view, and immediately began working on Greg and Sara, setting them on stretchers and putting an IV into both of them.

"What are there names?" One of them asked as they walked down the hall.

"Greg Sanders and Sara Sidle," Catherine asked, running after them. Grissom quickly fallowed, not wanting Sara out of his sight. "Sara is pregnant," he heard Catherine tell the paramedics, who quickened their pace.

As the paramedics exited the building, Grissom became aware that the lab's parking lot was already filled with people-many of them injured in some way. Grissom and Catherine fallowed the paramedics until Greg and Sara were in the ambulance.

"Grissom!" Nick called, running across the parking lot, Warrick close behind him. "Are they gonna be okay?"

"I don't know," he managed. Sara and their child was the only thing going through his mind. Sara had gone through so much lately. If she lost the baby…

He could only imagine.

Bright, white lights were the first thing Sara saw when she opened her eyes. Due to past experiences, she knew she was in a hospital. Her left hand was on fire, her head hurt, and her back stung whenever she moved.

"Miss Sidle?" A deep voice asked, "Miss Sidle, are you awake? Can you hear me?"

"Hhm," she managed, leaning up.

"Great. My name is Aaron Nichols. Dr. Jacobs told me who you were when you were brought in this morning-"

"What time is it?" She asked.

"It's about one thirty. You've been asleep for roughly three hours."

"Doctor…" She began, tears forming in her eyes, "is…is th-the baby-"

"No need to worry, Miss Sidle," Dr. Nichols smiled, "the little one is fine. As far as we can tell, no damage has been done."

Sara sank back into her pillow, relief washed over her.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Dr. Jacobs informed me that you were scheduled for an ultrasound tomorrow. If you would like, I can arrange for it to be done today."

"That would be great." Sara said, smiling. "But, can I call my boyfriend first? He'd want to be here."

"Sure, Miss Sidle. Your cell phone is on the night stand." He said, walking out to give her some privacy.

Sara snatched up her phone and dialed Grissom's number.

"Grissom,"

"Hi,"

There was a pause. He must be at the lab, she thought, or else he'd be screaming in my ear.

"Sara, are you okay? Is the baby-"

"Everything is fine, Griss." She said. She heard him let out a sigh. "Thank God,"

"That's actually what I called about," she began, "I'm scheduled for an ultrasound today, and I was wondering if you'd like to come."

"Oh, Sara, I wish I could, but the lab's a mess, and I'm about to go to interrogation with Nick-"

"It's fine," Sara said. She sounded hurt, and Grissom felt terrible.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay,"

"Bye,"

"Bye," she closed the phone, and waited for Dr. Nichols to return.

Grissom returned his phone to his pocket, and walked back around the corner to join Nick.

"Who was that?" Nick asked.

"Sara, she said everything was fine."

"Good," Nick sighed, "I think Warrick and I are gonna see her after shift, you want to come?"

"I'll try too, but the sheriff-"

Brass and their suspect came into view. All conversation was over.

"Are you ready to see your baby, Sara?" Asked the young nurse.

Sara nodded. Her heart was racing. She didn't know is she was nervous or excited. The ultrasound was going to be in 4D, and the nurse had told her what it would look like, and sound like.

"Alright, lets see those cute little babies."

"Babies?"

"I'm just teasing, Sara." The nurse laughed.

Sara laughed too. She turned her head and looked at the screen. It was a bright gold color, like the nurse had said, but it still looked a lot different then Sara had imagined. "Look, Sara, there's your baby!" The nurse smiled, pointing to the tiny little body that was squirming around on the screen. Sara could only stare.

The nurse moved her hand around, and something else came into view. "Huh," she said, "looks like you've got two in there,"

"You're not getting me with that again," Sara said, rolling her eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You're having twins, Miss Sidle."

Sara's eyes shot back to the screen. Now there were two tiny little bodies on the screen. Both of them were wriggling around. "Oh my God," Sara said, laughing. She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or not, but she couldn't help but laugh. The nurse took several pictures of each baby, and a few of them together. With a few clicks of the mouse, Sara was able to hear each baby's heart beat. "It looks like they are both healthy and-" Sara barely listened as she talked. All she could think about now was telling Grissom.

"…You can come back and confirm the genders in about ten weeks, it's too early to tell now."

"Oh, uh-I will. Thank you."

Sara was back in her original hospital room twenty minutes later, looking over the photos. She couldn't believe that she was having twins. Twins! Catherine's gonna love this, she thought. She was extremely nervous. Now, everything she had feared about becoming a parent was multiplied by two. Two diapers to change, two children to feed, two little lives to protect…

"No matter what happens, Sara, I will always be right here, ready to help you." Grissom had told her.

Grissom, she thought. She wished he'd been there with her. Seeing their child-children moving around, hearing their heartbeats…No words could describe it.

Sara didn't realize she'd fallen asleep, but when she woke up, her pictures were still in her hands. She looked at them again, grinning from ear to ear. As she set them on the nightstand, she noticed that there were two tan teddy bears on the side of her bed. Confused, she rubbed her eyes and looked at them again. Yep, they were their, she wasn't imagining them. After propping herself up, she picked up the bears, turning them to see if there was a note attached.

"Those are from Nick and Warrick,"

Startled, Sara dropped the two bears, and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Catherine, sitting in a chair next to her bed.

"Don't scare me like that!" She gasped.

"Sorry," Catherine apologized, "sleep well?"

Sara nodded. "What time is it?"

"Kind of late, nine-ish, but-"

"I didn't keep you from anything, did I?"

"No, trust me, I have plenty of time on my hands. Five days to be exact." Catherine assured her.

"That's actually why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"I…found out what happened in the lab." Catherine sighed in a low, sad voice. "And, like I told Greg, I wanted you to hear it from me."

She took a deep breath. "The explosion was my fault," Catherine said quickly, her voice still low. "I'm the reason…that you're in here."

"Catherine-"

"I'm so, so sorry, Sara." Catherine interrupted, "I've been so stressed, I wasn't even paying attention-"

"Catherine!" Sara said, her voice much louder, "It's not like it was intentional! And besides, I'm fine," She gestured to her stomach, "We are fine, everything is okay."

"Not for Greg." Catherine sighed, "he can't even lay on his back."

Sara closed her eyes. The images of Greg flying through the glass walls of the DNA lab came flooding back. She quickly opened them.

"When are they letting him out?" Sara asked.

"Not for another day or two, at least. Even then, he'll be on paid leave."

"I wonder when they'll let me out of here." Sara laughed, only half joking.

"Who knows," Catherine laughed, "they may want to keep an eye on the two of you for a little while longer."

As much as she wanted to correct her, Sara kept quiet. She wanted Grissom to be the first one to know. God, she wished he could have been there.

"Warrick and Nick said they'd come see you tomorrow," Catherine suddenly said, rising from her chair.

Sara said her thanks, and Catherine left. She sat there, alone, clutching the two teddy bears. She wanted Grissom. She wanted him to be there, holding her hand, telling her that everything would be okay.

It was late, and far past visiting hours when Grissom finally made it to the hospital. He'd wanted to come the second his shift was over, but due to the sheriff and a mountain of paperwork, he'd been stuck at the lab for an extra three hours.

"Excuse me," He politely said, "I'm here to visit someone. She was admitted-"

"Visiting hours are over, sir. Family only." Said a short young woman.

"I'm her boyfriend. I'm the only family she has." He said, half lying. He had no idea if Sara had any family, but he knew she didn't have any in Vegas.

She looked at him, a questionable look on her face. "Fine," she said at last, "what's the patient's name?"

"Sara Sidle." He watched her type Sara's name into the computer. She gave him the room and floor number, and he was off to the nearest elevator. It didn't take him long to find her room.

He poked his head inside. It was dark, but he could make everything out easily. Sara was asleep in her bed, clutching two little bears. He walked in, and pulled a chair up close to her bed. He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Sara?" He whispered, "it's Grissom. Can you wake up for me?"

He turned on the lamp that was beside her bed. The sudden light scared her, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room until her eyes met Grissom's.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over her hand.

"Better." She yawned. "My hand still hurts," she lifted her left hand for him to see, "but other than that, I'm fine."

As gently as possible, he grabbed her left hand and kissed it.

"Now," he began, his eyebrows raised, "who are they?" He pointed to the teddy's.

"Gifts from Nick and Warrick." Sara laughed.

He examined each one as if it was one of his experiments.

"So," he said, braking the silence, "how was the ultrasound?"

"I can't describe it," Sara said, sighing, "I remember my mom telling me when I was young what it would be like, seeing your child for the first time, hearing it's heart beat, but…" she let out another content sigh, "nothing can prepare you for it."

"I wish you could have been there," Sara said after a moment, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"I do, too."

"I know it won't be the same, but," she reached for the photos, "the nurse took several pictures."

His eyes widened. She handed him the pictures, mentally deciding not to tell him about the twins. She wanted to see the look on his face when he finally noticed.

He looked at the first one, it's arms and legs were extended. It looked so tiny, so fragile, so real. Sara was right. Nothing could have prepared him for this. He kept the same amazed look on his face until he reached the third to last photo. His eyes widened and his smile faded.

"There's two," he gasped in a low voice, looking up at Sara. She nodded, and forced herself to keep eye contact with him.

"We're having twins, Griss." She smiled, tears slid down her cheeks. God, Griss, please don't take back your promise…

"Twins…" He breathed. He looked back down at the pictures. He stared at them for a long moment, then looked back up at Sara.

"This doesn't change anything, does it?" He asked.

His words stunned her. "What do you mean?"

"Now that you're going to have twins…Everything we've planned on doing is going to be twice as difficult. You're not having a baby anymore, you're having two. I-"

"Griss," she stopped him, holding his face in her hands, "we are having twins."

Understanding, he leaned forward and kissed her. To some, her answer would have gone undetected. But Grissom heard it loud and clear.

They were still in this together.

After what felt like weeks-when it was only three days- Sara could finally let out of the hospital. She didn't get why they kept her their so long, but she was thankful when Catherine arrived to give her a ride home. After changing into the cloths Catherine had brought for her, Sara had one more thing she wanted to do before she left.

"Greg?"

Greg opened his eyes, even though he already knew who the voice belonged to. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Sara?"

"Hi," she said shyly, rising from her chair and walking over to him.

"I thought you got hurt, too." He said, his voice tired and hoarse

"I did," she admitted, trying to keep the images of the explosion out of her mind, "but I'm fine. I wanted to see you before I went home."

They both paused for a moment.

"You didn't lose it, did you?" He asked slowly.

"Lose what?"

"Your baby,"

Her smile faded completely. "How did you…?"

"I heard Catherine tell the paramedics," he admitted.

She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. She wasn't mad at him, or at Catherine-she was only trying to help, and Greg only overheard her. But what if someone else overheard her? Or Greg accidentally ran his mouth? "No," she finally said, looking back at him, "I didn't."

"I won't tell anyone." He said, seeing the frustrated look on her face.

"Thanks," she whispered. She gently leaned down and hugged him, whispering, "I hope you get better soon."

"Thanks,"

She grabbed her bag, and smiled at him one last time over her shoulder before she exited the room. Her ride home with Catherine was mostly quiet, as she'd hoped it would be. It aloud her to think. She thought about everything that had happened in the past few weeks, about how crazy it was. She thought about what the next few weeks would be like, how crazy they would probably be. She wondered how she was going to make it through all of this. Remember what Grissom told you. You won't go through this alone.

"Well, we're hear," Catherine said, pulling into Sara's apartment complex.

"Oh," Sara said, looking up, "thanks, Cath."

"When are you coming back to work?" Catherine asked.

"Two more days," Sara groaned, rolling her eyes. She knew that she was going to have to take time off in a few months, so she wanted to work as much as possible before then.

"Don't worry," Catherine assured her, not even attempting to hide her smile, "it'll fly by."

"I hope so," Sara sighed as she got out of the car, "Bye, Catherine."

"Bye, Sara."

Sara had been home for barely an hour when she found herself pacing in her living room, struggling to find something to do. She'd showered, that helped pass the time. She'd re-bandaged her hand, which didn't take very long. She'd scanned through the channels on her TV and nothing caught her interest. She'd ordered two new pregnancy book off of her computer-both made specifically for women expecting twins-and only managed to kill ten minutes. There was no point in trying to call her coworkers, she figured they'd be packed with her gone and no one in the DNA lab. She pulled her damp hair back into a ponytail, sighing in frustration. This is why I never take days off…

A knock at her door brought her from her thoughts. Confused, she slowly walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole, hoping it was someone she could just brush off. She was wearing a tank top and flannel pajama pants, so she wasn't exactly dressed for a visitor.

"Catherine?" She asked, opening the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Lindsey's at school," Catherine explained, "and my mother is out with her friends. I figured you would be just as bored as I was."

Normally, Sara would rather sort her socks then spend a day with Catherine. But lately, that feeling seemed to disappear. She knew it was because of her pregnancy, but she didn't care. It was nice to talk to a woman for a change.

"So, what did you expect to do here?" Sara asked, opening the door wider so Catherine could come in. "Other than give me parental advice."

"Well," Catherine said in a sing-song voice, "that is a good idea, but it's not why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Do you want to go baby shopping?" Catherine said so fast Sara almost didn't understand her.

Sara was speechless. I'd have to tell her I'm having twins if I say yes, was the first thought that came into her head. It wasn't that Catherine's offer had shocked her, it just felt…too soon. She didn't even know the sex of either of her unborn children! But, then again, she didn't know anything about baby shopping…

"Um. S-sure, but-" She paused and took a deep breath, "I think that whatever we get should be doubled."

"What do you mean? We'll get things for both boys and girls, since-"

"No, that's not what I mean…" She trailed off, why was this so hard to say? "I'm having twins." She said in a low, shy voice.

"Oh…" Catherine said, completely shocked. There was a long pause before she spoke again. "w-well in that case, I guess we should only buy a few things."

"Why?"

"You don't want to by to many things for boys and find out you're having girls, or vise versa."

Sara nodded, getting it. Maybe today wont be so bad after all…

It was now about six in the afternoon. Catherine had left a few hours prior to pick up Lindsey from school. She had enjoyed her time with Catherine, and had all sorts of things for when the babies arrived.

"How was your day, Griss?" She asked Grissom, who had arrived moments earlier.

"Better than the past few," he sighed in a tired voice.

Sara nodded, understanding. He'd been very busy since the explosion; with the Sheriff, Ecklie, and Robert Carvallo all expecting so many things from him, Sara knew he was incredibly happy to be home with her, and away from the stresses that the lab sometimes brought them.

"That's good," she smiled. "Do you want to see the things Cath and I bought?"

He didn't respond. "Grissom?" She tried. Nothing. It was like he couldn't even hear her…

"Grissom!"

He jumped and stared at her, wide eyed. "Are you listening to me?"

"I'm sorry, Sara." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Her heart went out to him. I don't think he's gotten more than two hours of sleep since the explosion, Sara thought, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand in hers, "lets go lay down for a while?"

"That would be lovely."

Catherine had been right. Her two days off flew by and she was back at work, waiting in the break room for everyone to arrive. The lab looked so different. The DNA lab was nearly gone, and some of the surrounding labs were either damaged or non-usable. It felt so strange.

"Sara, glad to see you're back!"

Sara turned around to Nick and Warrick entering the break room. "Hi, guys." She smiled, waiting for them to sit down. "Have you seen Catherine?" Nick asked, "she's supposed to be coming back today."

"She and Grissom are already on a case." Sara answered, "and from what I heard, a high-profile one."

"Really?" Warrick asked, eyebrows raised in interest.

"An officer was shot during a bank robbery," Sara said, looking down at her hands, "I don't know-" all three of their phones beeped before she could continue. They all received the same message from Grissom:

ALL HANDS ON DECK. DET. LOCKWOOD SHOT AND KILLED.

There was more, but it was getting way to long, so I shortened it a bit. Please review!

TBC!