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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok guys this is my first Cath/Sara fic so please be nice. This hasn't been betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Please give feedback. I can accept helpful suggestions but blatant flaming will be ignored. Oh yah in my fic the team isn't split up.
SPOILERS: Minor spoilers for Lady Hether's Box and Nesting Dolls in later chapters.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Lindsey Willows walked into her Mother's room with concern. Catherine was sitting on the edge of her bed, and for lack of a better word she looked awful.
"Mommy are you ok?"
"Hey Linds yah I am ok, sweetie."
"Then why do you look so awful?"
"It's nothing to worry about it's just a little cold," Catherine said with a small smile to her little girl, as she got shakily to her feet.
"Mommy, it's not just a simple cold you have been sick for almost a week," Lindsey said as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Lindsey, I promise that I am fine. Go get ready to go to your Aunt Nancy's and I will get up and fix dinner ok?" Lindsey just nodded, as she turned and headed out of the room trying to think of a way to convince her mom to stay home.
After Lindsey had packed her stuff she headed into the kitchen to check on her mom. "Mommy, I'm ready to go to Aunt Nancy's. What's for din," Lindsey stopped speaking as she caught sight of her mom lying on the kitchen floor. "Mommy are you ok can you hear me!" Lindsey cried as she ran over to her mother, and knelt down next to her. After determining that Catherine indeed did have a pulse and was breathing but was unconscious Lindsey began to think about what she should do. Finally she decided to call Sara. She had watched Lindsey once when her Aunt couldn't. Maybe she should call her Aunt Nancy, but for some reason she trusted Sara more right then, so she ran for her mother's room, and grabbed her cell phone. Lindsey scrolled down until she found the number she was looking for then she pressed send.
Sara had just finished washing her dinner dishes when her cell phone rang. She dried her hands on the dish towel, and then reached for her cell.
"Sara, err I mean Ms. Sidle, it's Lindsey, Mommy is sick and she is not responding to me."
"Lindsey, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Sara or Aunt Sara? Now what do you mean your mom is sick and not responding?"
"Well you know how she's been sick lately?"
"Yes I do."
"Well tonight I went to her room to see if she was up so she can make me dinner, hopefully Macaroni and Cheese that's my favorite. What's yours?"
"I like Macaroni and Cheese too but let's stick to Catherine ok, sweetie."
"Yes I said she looked awful and she told me that it was just a cold even though she had been sick for a week. She then told me to go get ready to go to Aunt Nancy's and she would fix dinner. After I got my things packed I walked into the kitchen, and found her on the kitchen floor."
"Is she breathing? Is she conscious?"
"Yes she is breathing, and she has a pulse, but she is unconscious," Lindsey said as her voice broke, and the magnitude of the situation finally began to hit her and she began to cry.
"Lindsey, it's ok, sweetheart. Now can you calm down long enough to listen to me for a second?" Sara asked as she slipped on her shoes, and after grabbing her keys and purse headed out the door and got into her Denali.
"Yes Sara, I'm listening," Lindsey said as she began to calm down.
"Good girl, I am coming over right now and then we will take your mom to the hospital ok?"
"Yes that sounds good and Sara?"
"Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."
"Yes I will, now do me a favor ok? I want you to call your aunt Nancy and tell her what is going on and that we are taking your mom to Las Vegas Medical Center and that I am going to be with you ok?"
"Yes I will do that," Lindsey said in an important grown-up voice.
"Good for you now there is something else I want you to do. Does your mom have her shoes on?"
"No she doesn't, but she is wearing everything else she needs for work."
"Ok here's what I want you to do. Put her shoes on her then grab her purse and make sure that her I.D is in it and then wait in the kitchen for me. I will knock when I get there so be watching for me if you can every now and then."
"Yes ma'am," Lindsey said as she ran into her mom's room for her shoes and purse.
"Ok Lindsey I have to hang up now so I can call Grissom and tell him that neither myself, nor Catherine will be there tonight ok?"
"Ok and Sara?"
"I'm sorry for making you miss work."
"Don't worry about it I don't mind, I just hope that Catherine doesn't."
"No Mommy won't mind she likes you Sara," Lindsey said with certainty in her voice. Lindsey's confession had thrown her momentarily for a loop.
"I'm sure that she does now I am going to hang up but I will see you soon, and Lindsey your mom would be proud of you, you're doing an excellent job."
"Thanks a lot Sara see you soon," Lindsey replied as she hung up the phone and began to put Catherine's shoes on her.
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