Hodges shifted his weight between his feet as he waited for Grissom to be done talking to Ecklie. His patience was wearing thin and there wasn't that much time left; he didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out Greg didn't have much time to live. He looked at his watch: 3: 22 A.M. He rolled his eyes and looked behind him as Wendy was coming down the hall with frantic eyes. She held two pieces of paper in her hands clutching them so tight her knuckles turned white. She stopped outside of the Trace lab and looked at him with wide eyes.

Hodges's hands came up in defense and pointed at the door shrugging in frustration. He looked back at the door and couldn't take it anymore; he pushed open the door…only to see that neither Grissom nor Ecklie was in there. "Damn it!" He whirled around and stormed down the hall Wendy quickly fell into step next to him, "Did you try the break room?"

Hodges shook his head and headed in the direction, and thank God, Grissom was in there with the rest of the team. The door was shut, but that didn't stop him, he flung open the door getting everyone's attention.

"This better be important, Dave," Grissom glared at him.

Hodges looked at the photos covering the table all of Katrina in the last hours she was seen; he looked back at Grissom, but he had no time to talk. Grissom carried on so Hodges tried to intervene, "Um—."

"Not now, Dave," Grissom hissed.

Hodges looked at Wendy and she pushed her hands forward as if urging him to do something, "Grissom, I—."

"I said not now," Grissom snapped at him then pointed at a picture.

"Oh my god, I can't take this anymore," Hodges whispered, he started to think of something to say that would get Grissom's attention, but then he had it "Katrina is pregnant with Greg Sander's baby!"

Wendy gaped behind Hodges smacking her forehead and shaking her head.

Grissom slowly turned to look at Hodges, "What did you say?"

"I-I said, I needed to talk to you," Hodges said pursing his lips together.

"No you didn't," Grissom stepped closer to him.

"Yes I did," Hodges insisted.

Catharine stood up, "No, I think you said Greg was the father of Katrina's baby."

"Did I say that?" Hodges voice pitched up, "No, you must have heard me wrong."

"David, it doesn't matter," Wendy stepped forward and looked at the group, "Yes, Greg is the father. The two were together for the longest time and didn't tell anybody, she found out she was pregnant after they split. When Greg found out he got mad and left, but it's obvious she needed him more than anything. The two can't live without each other!"

Grissom held up a hand silencing her, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sat in a chair, "How do you two know this?"

"Well," Hodges started, "they told us."

"Why?" Warrick asked.

"Maybe they just wanted to tell someone," Hodges said, "I mean Katrina and Wendy became best friends. Greg and I have been hanging out lately, they just kind of told us."

"You're a horrible liar," Nick said.

"I am not lying," Hodges said firmly, but Wendy laid a hand on his arm and touched her stomach carefully. She took a deep breath and looked up at him nodding, "Are you sure?"

Wendy looked at the others, "David and I…know because…we had a secret too. You see…David is…the father of my baby, we've been together for a few years now, but just recently had I gotten pregnant. That is why we know their secret, because they knew ours."

Hodges looked at Wendy shocked; he never thought they would tell. He took her hand, and for the first time at work she let him, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back gently.

"Never in all my years of working here, did I ever think that Wendy Simms would fall for David Hodges," Warrick mumbled.

"Yeah, well I never thought Katrina would go for Greg," Nick grumbled.

Grissom looked up at the couple, "Why wouldn't she tell me?"

Wendy and Hodges both shrugged.

"Is there any other reason you two are here?" Grissom asked half-heartedly.

"Actually," Hodges released Wendy's hand and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, "I know where they are."

"Katrina and Brittany," Grissom took the paper.

Hodges nodded, but gulped, "And Greg…"

"When did he come back?" Catharine asked.

"He came back as Wendy and I were getting of shift, I would've thought you guys would've notice we were still here, but anyways. We were going to tell him to stay and help, but he demanded to give him our keys. Wendy wouldn't, but I did. He gave me his cell phone and said trace it. So we did."

"You let him go?" Warrick asked.

"We couldn't stop him," Wendy stepped in, "You didn't see the look in his eyes."

"So, where are they?" Sara asked.

"South of Vegas, couple miles into the desert a military base sits and waits," Hodges pointed at the paper, "Those are the coordinates."

Grissom stood up pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed a numbed and waited, "Brass, its Grissom. I'm going to need some back up…we know where my baby is."

)()()()()(

"And you're always in my heart, You're always on my mind, When it all becomes too much, You're never far behind, And there's no one that comes close to you, Could ever take your place, 'Cause only you can love me this way." Greg song softly as Katrina's hands played with his hair. They knew that it would be only a couple more hours before Brittany came to claim Greg's life, but those couple hours they'd never get.

The door to the room slammed open to show a very angry Brittany Kain, "You!" She pointed the gun at them and bellowed again, "You called for backup!"

"What?" Greg asked slowly getting to his feet taking Katrina's hand.

She swung the gun around crazily making the two flinch, "I told you to come alone and unarmed! You called for backup! How did you do that, I said not to bring the phone…"

"I didn't call for anybody, I had no way of doing so," Greg forced out in one breath.

Brittany pointed the gun at Greg and seemed to loose all the sanity she was able to hold onto, "You're time is up."

"No," Katrina screamed stepping in front of Greg.

"Katrina, darling move," Brittany said.

"At least," she looked at Greg, "at least let us say good-bye."

"Fine, but make it quick," Brittany kept the gun pointed, but allowed the two to say good-bye.

Katrina looked at Greg trying to form words, but nothing would come out. Her sobs choked her quiet and her eyes blurred with tears.

Greg held her face in his hands and locked lips with her holding them for as long as he could, their tears mingled together and everything seemed to die. He pulled away from her and forced a lopsided grin, "I love you…"

Katrina's lips trembled and her eyes continued to produce waterfalls, "I love you too."

Greg kissed her one more time before stepping around her to look at the blonde holding the gun, "Okay."

Katrina covered her mouth with a hand and watched her mother get ready to shoot. Her sobs grew louder as she looked at Greg, he looked at her and winked, "Be careful not to fall." He looked back at Brittany and waited.

Everything happened so fast after that; there was a scream, a gunshot, another scream, a person fell leaving two left standing. One with a gun the other in tears…

)()()()(

Nick walked down the hallway quietly followed by five other officers, Brass, Catharine and Warrick. They walked slowly looking in every room, but then there was a gunshot and they moved fast. The source wasn't hard to find, but the scene was one no one saw coming.

Brittany Kain held a smoking pistol outstretched with wide eyes and a mouth shaped like a scream. She collapsed to her knees dropping the gun in the process, she looked at the body lying on the ground that was trying to breathe and hold onto life.

"Get the paramedics down here now!" Nick snapped and with that word went out fast to get them down there, "Greg, are you okay?"

Greg looked up at Nick with a pale and lost expression, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this." He looked back down at Katrina trying to keep pressure on the bullet wound in her chest, "Why did you do that Katrina?"

Katrina's gasping voice broke through to answer, but it pained her to do so, "My…turn…to…save…you…all…you…had…to…do…was…catch…me…when…I…fell."

Greg cradled her head in his free arm and kissed her forehead, "No, don't you get it. You already saved me by loving me…even if I was gone I'd always catch you when you fall."

Katrina's tears rolled off her cheeks and she choked on her sobs as the breathing became harder, "Wanted…to…be…caught…one…more…time."

Greg shook his head, "No, no, don't leave me Katrina. Stay with me, honey."

Katrina forced a weak smile, "Tell…dad…I'm sorry."

"No, you're going to tell him, because you're going to make it," Greg said quickly as tears streamed down his face. He looked up at Nick frantically, "Where are the medics?"

"They're coming," Nick said.

Greg looked back at his Katrina, "I can't live without you."

"Funny…I…said…the…same…thing…about you," Katrina made what sounded like a laugh, but her voice was straining and her breathing became harder, "but…you were…going…to…leave…anyways."

Greg stared wide eyed at her, "You're going to make it."

Katrina shook her head and with all her effort forced her hand up to rest on his cheek, "Promise me."

Greg knew what she was asking because it was the same thing that he had asked of her, but this time…he wasn't ready to say good-bye, "No, I won't. You're going to make it!"

Katrina smirked softly, "Such…a…stubborn…lab…geek." She let out a loud gasp and made choking noises as her eyes went wide with fear, everything around her was growing fuzzy and dark. The world was growing silent and everyone around her became nothing, but a fading memory. Greg's voice drifted from somewhere in the dark saying she'd be okay. There were more voices, a cold hand, air, darkness, a red light, a blue light, a loud beeping, somebody yelling about a doctor…then nothing.

)()()()(

Lights blossomed all around Katrina as her eyes fluttered open. A monitor beeped steadily at a slow pain staking rate. Feet walking across the floor, a door being opened then darkness again.

The next time Katrina opened her eyes she could barely make out the shapes in front of her, a male voice whispered in her ear, "Everything is going to be okay, Kit-Kat, Brittany is locked up. She can't hurt you anymore."

"Daddy," Katrina forced out trying to look at him, but she couldn't see anything except for a blurry face, "…the baby."

"Your baby is fine," Grissom said softly, "So is Greg, he's here you know. Has been since you got here three days ago, he's sleeping now."

Katrina took a deep breath and winced in pain, "It hurts."

"I know, honey," Grissom brushed Katrina's bangs out of her face and kissed her forehead, "Get some sleep."

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too," Grissom said before Katrina's world fell silent again.

This time when Katrina opened her eyes the blurry objects became more visible and a new voice whispered something into the bed next to Katrina's shoulder, "One week, only one week, she'll be fine Greg calm down."

"Greg," Katrina's voice was dry and raspy, but she didn't mind at least she could talk.

Greg looked up at her dazed expression and almost broke into tears, "Katrina, oh God, you're awake."

"Yeah," the room felt like it was spinning and everything was out of balance, "I-I don't feel so good, Greg."

Greg was silent for a second, "I know, I know you don't, but the doctors are trying everything. You'll be out of here in no time."

"How's our baby?" Katrina asked.

"The same since you asked your dad, its fine," Greg whispered, "Promise me you won't do anything that stupid ever again."

Katrina gave a weak smile, "I'll try, but I can't make any promises."

Greg shook his head, but kissed her lips softly, "Don't worry; I'll be there to catch you."

Katrina stared at his blurred face concentrating hard to see him clearly and just like that he was there, "I love you."

Greg took her hand, kissed it, gave it a squeeze, and then talked, "I love you too, and when you get out of here…we're going to spend the rest of our lives together okay?"

Katrina nodded, "I'd like that." Her eye lids began to feel heavy and she looked at Greg as he began to blur again.

"Go to sleep Katrina, I can wait as long as it takes for you to be better," Greg kissed her one last time and gave her hand another reassuring squeeze.

Katrina nodded and her lids shut hiding the light from her thoughts. Her brain wanted sleep, her body wanted sleep, and the rest of her being wanted sleep. So she did what she wanted to do…she slept. Though when she awoke the next time…things weren't right…