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TWO DAYS LATER...

Sara felt safe, strong arms holding her.

‘Get help Jack!’ a voice close to her called, ‘Shh, you’re gonna be alright now, hang in there girl.’

She felt the man rock her gently, her eyes flickered open and she saw his concerned face looking down at her.

‘My name’s Mike, what’s yours?’ he whispered.

‘S...Sara.’ she chocked, her throat was dry and sore.

‘Sara, my friend’s gone to get help for you O.K? What do you do for a living?’ he was trying to keep her consicous by getting her to respond to his questions. He shifted her weight to get her more comfortable.

‘I...I was ... a CSI but...I quit a few...months back...’ her eyes closed againd and she curled into his arms.

‘CSI? Wow, I wanted to be detective when I was little,’ he joked, making her smile weakly, ‘but I’m not, I’m a marine.’

‘Real...really?’ she muttered.

‘Yes...are you married at all? Kids?’ he was growing a little despirate at the sight of her body becoming limper then it already was.

‘En...engaged...and...I...I’m...pregnant...’

‘Oh...’ Mike looked her up and down, cursing inside. Would the baby even be alive? ‘...Welll, that’s...’

‘There’s an ambulance on the way! It’ll be here in five minutes!’ a distant voice echoed into the contrete coffin Sara had been held kept captive in.

‘Good! She’s fading fast!’ he yelled back.

‘Ho...Hod...’ she whispered, catching his attention before she slipped into unconsciousness, her world turnig a deadly black.

-

Mike watched the paramedics and police file into the bunker, his face filled with concern as they lifted Sara onto a stretcher.

‘She’s called Sara!’ he called after them as they tried to get her to the ambulance as quickly as possible.

‘We know... Mr?’ Fields asked, taking Mike to one side.

‘Renalds, petty officer Mike Renalds.’ Mike said, still watching the retreating back of the rescue crews.

‘I’m going to have to ask you some questions Petty officer Renalds, O.K.? Just things like how you found her and did you see anything? Anyone else?’

-

It was graveyard shift at Nevada police department and the team had just hit a dead end in Warrick’s case. Enthusiasm had run dry and tensions were growing as everyone was trying to deal and cope with the losses of Sara and Warrick...that was until Grissom got the phone call...the phone call telling him they had found Sara alive.

Catherine had been yelling, tears streaking her face when he picked it up...freezing when she saw an expression cross his face that she had never seen before.

‘She’s alive...’ was all he said.

-

‘Her condition is stable at the moment, we’re just running a few test on her and the baby, we’ll call as soon as we get any news.’ The doctor reassure Grissom from the other end of the telephone.

‘I wish I could be there with her...’ Grissom whispered.

‘Mr Grissom, I can guarantee you that the San Fransico P.D. will take care of everything, they are trying their best to find the men who did this to your fiancée.’

‘Yes...I...I have a case I need to work on, thank you ever so much.’ He hung up, his heart racing. Sara was safe...for now.

Nick and Greg had been ushered in by Catherine, holding their breath as they listened to Grissom’s part of the conversation.

‘So?’ Greg asked.

‘She’s in a stable condition...’ Grissom relayed, his throat felt sore and his head was pounding, ‘...the Police department up there are most likely going to do a joint investigation with us but out in San Fransico on Sara’s case while we work on Warrick’s.’

Catherine nodded, pinching her nose in frustration, ‘But we’ve hit a dead end bang on Gil!’

‘Then perhaps we’ll have to file it as a cold case-’

‘We can’t do that to Warrick!’ Nick cried, cutting Grissom off mid sentance.

‘No, I know we can’t! So why are you lot standing there? Get back work!’ the fact that Grissom was shouting took everyone by surprise. Shocked, Catherine left, slamming the door behind her.

Greg’s head was bowed, watching his shoes. Nick nodded, soon following Catherine, Greg behind him but the door closed gently. Grissom sat, taken a back at his own anger.

There was a knock on the door, ‘What?’ Grissom said, his head in his hands.

‘I got a DNA-’

‘Not now Hodges!’ he snapped, the wariness finally catching up with him.

‘Sure...’ he muttered, closing the door.

-

The doctor watched Sara’s still form, a trace of sorrow inhis heart. His attention turned back to the screen.

‘Are you possitive?’ he asked the nurse.

She nodded, ‘Yes, three...look for yourself, there they are.’ She pointed to the scan.

‘Triplets...’ he handed her the wand and left for his office. He needed to tell Gil Grissom that he was about to become a father of three.

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