Chapter 23! I love writing this story (; But now, go on, read!

Disclaimer; throughout this whole story, I forgot to mention that I DO NOT OWN CSI: Miami .

But if I did… Boy howdy ! (;

Sarah's POV

I slammed my foot on the gas pedal as I sped through the streets. I weaved between cars, as if I were in a race. The thing is, I am in a race- with time. In the matter of minutes that it takes me to reach the hospital, Jesse or Dominick can die. If Jesse dies, I lose a friend that I just started to converse with. If Dominick dies, I lose all the viable information I haven't got yet.

I jumped out of the car and slammed the door. I walked feverishly towards the entrance of the hospital. As the door opened, I embraced the hustle and bustle of the busy hospital. I walked over to the desk.

"Is Dr. Alexx Woods in surgery?" I asked.

"Yes she is, can I help you?" The secretary asked.

"Do you know who she's working on?" I asked.

"Not at the moment."

"Okay, one more question. Dominick Swaye, what's his room number?"

"We haven't got a room for him yet. He's most likely in surgery as we speak."

"Okay, thank you." I walked to the waiting room. As I sat down, I thought about my short past with Jesse.

"Hi, are you new here?" I asked.

"Something like that. I used to work here a long time ago. I'm Jesse Cardoza. And you are?" He extended his hand.

"Sarah Wilson." I replied. I studied him for a short moment. His hair was jet black, his eyes we dark, on the verge of black as well. He was well built. And his smile was to die for. His tan body shone in the dim light of the locker room. He was truly gorgeous.

As I kept thinking about my short past, the door flew open. My first instinct was to pull out my gun.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Eric yelled. "Put that thing down." I took a deep breath and returned my gun to its holster.

"I'm sorry; I'm still shaken up from today. I feel like it's my fault." Just then, Calleigh and Ryan walked in.

"Hey Sarah, you okay?" Calleigh asked.

"I've had better days." I admitted. Ryan sat in the chair next to me. He grabbed my hand and stroked it lightly.

"Baby, no matter what, I don't want you to feel like it's your fault."

"Ryan, it is." I rebutted.

"You didn't tell Swaye to shoot at him, so it is not your fault." Ryan tried to tell me again.

"Swaye didn't shoot at him. Swaye shot at me, but Cardoza tackled me to the ground. He got hit, instead of me. I should've gotten hit. I should be in that trauma room right now. It's supposed to be me." I began to walk away as tears formed in my eyes, but before I was able to reach the door, a doctor walked in.

"Family of Jesse Cardoza?" We all stood up in silence. None of us were family, but we all needed answers right now. I took a couple steps back. Ryan took hold of my hand again.

"Mr. Cardoza was admitted into surgery at 2:54 pm today. The first bullet was a through and through, and it had pierce a major vein. The second bullet, however, fractured a bone. We were able to remove the bullet and repair the vein. Mr. Cardoza will need a couple months to repair his fractured bone, but I am happy to say that he's still alive."

I felt a wave of relief pass over the room. Thank God, he's still alive. Ryan tightened his embrace on me.

"When are we able to see him?" I asked.

"Well, he's not awake, but you can see him. He won't be awake for a couple of hours, actually. He needs to restore his energy." The doctor answered.

"Thank you." I smiled. As he walked out, I turned toward the rest of my colleagues.

"See Sarah? I told you everything would be okay." Ryan kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. I smiled.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"Don't be." He responded. "It's not your fault." I smiled once again.

"Alright, I'm going to go find out where Dominick is. There's still a missing suspect."

"Are you sure?" Calleigh asked. "You've done a lot of work on this case. Maybe you should take a break."

"I think not." I rebutted quickly. "I'll be fine, really." I began to walk out of the waiting room.

"Hey Sarah," Eric shouted before I left. I turned around.

"Try not to kill him, okay?" He smiled. I laughed and shook my head.

Upon exiting the room, I came in contact with Alexx.

"Alexx, hey, can I speak with you for a minute?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure baby. What's up?"

"Did you happen to recently operate on a person by the name of Dominick Swaye?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Why?"

"He's responsible for shooting CSI Cardoza. Which room is he in?"

"He's in 426."

"Thanks Alexx." I turned to walk away, but was stopped when Alexx softly grabbed my hand.

"How's it going with the baby?" She looked concerned.

"I didn't tell Ryan yet." I hung my head in shame.

"No? Why not?"

"I don't even know, Alexx. It's nerve-wrecking just to think about it, ya know?"

"I understand. But don't wait too long, okay?" She smiled.

"Okay. Thanks Alexx." I made my way towards the elevator.

On the 4th floor, surgeons and nurses rushed pass me. I slowly peaked in each room, until I saw Dominick's face. I walked in and stared at him.

"Can I help you?" He asked. I noticed his bandage.

"Sure." I walked to the side of his bed. "You can start by telling me where your partner is."

"I'm not telling you anything." He sneered. I squeezed his wound until I felt the blood coming through the bandage. He began to scream.

"Tell me where he is now!" I spoke again. He responded with several more screams.

"429 Park Road!" He screamed a bit more. The doctor rushed in.

"What are you doing?" The doctor scrambled around the room for more bandages. I stayed quiet for a minute.

"I was just applying pressure to the wound, doctor." I smirked.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" Dominick yelled. I raised my hands up in surrender, and began to walk out the room. I came to a halt when I heard Dominick's voice again.

"You, nor your partners will make it out of this hospital alive, Wilson." I didn't mumble a word back. I calmly took the elevator back down to the 1st floor. I entered the waiting room.

"How'd it go?" Calleigh asked.

"I got an address. No telling if it's valid or not." I replied.

"That's all he gave you?" Eric questioned. I swallowed the lump that was beginning to harbor in my throat.

"When I was leaving, I heard him say, 'You, nor your partners will make it out of this hospital alive, Wilson.'" I saw the blood rush from everybody's face.

"What do you think he's going to do?" Calleigh asked.

"Guys…" Ryan started.

"He's crazy, he'll do anything." Eric ignored Ryan.

"Guys," Ryan said again. We all looked at him. He stared at the window.

"GET DOWN!" He yelled. Before any words were spoken, we all ducked down as bullets showered over us.

And it finally clicked.

"You, nor your partners will make it out of this hospital alive, Wilson."