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Summary: Helping a victim from a case reveals something that not only changes Sara's life forever, but someone else's as well. What is revealed? And what happens after? Please read and find out. Setting: Early Season 2.

AN: Hi everybody! I'm back with a new GSR story, did anybody miss me? Well anyway, there isn't much I can tell you about this one without giving anything away, but the stuff that happened from Pre-Series to Season 7 happens in this, it just has little twist to it.

AN #2: It does have the potential to spark sequels, which all depends on how the story is received, so keep that in mind.

Title: Worth Fighting For
Genre: Romance, Drama, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Friendships
Rating: T
Spoilers: Subtle references from seasons 1-7
Time-line: Starts in Season 2-7
Warnings: Sensitive themes, Intense moments, Suggestive/Implied adult behavior, Minor Character death(s), a little language, and a few mentions of blood
Main Parings: GSR (Eventually)
Minor Parings: Cath/Nick (Background & Towards the end)
Other Characters: Lindsey, Warrick, Greg, Brass, OC's

Worth Fighting For

Chapter 1: A lie revealed Part 1

As Sara followed the Caucasian, average height, slim build, long brown-haired nurse to Dr. Griffin's office, she couldn't help but wonder why he wanted to see her in private and not just tell her the results out in the hall. Did he find something wrong with her, or was something else wrong with the little girl? Was she not a match, and had to think of another option? But if she wasn't a match and something was wrong with the little girl, shouldn't he have asked for the little girl's aunt too?

And no matter how much she tried to shake the thoughts away, so she didn't jump to conclusions before she knew all the facts, they kept going around in her mind, making her heart pound a little more each step she took toward the office.

When they finally stopped in front of the closed door, the nurse knocked on it, and when Dr. Griffin said to come in, she looked over at Sara and give her a reassuring smile before walking away, which Sara appreciated it but it just made her feel more nervous.

Sara took a few more seconds before opening the door, making the 6'0, African-American, athletic build, short brown-haired, brown-eyed doctor look up from his desk with a smile. "Please Ms. Sidle, come in."

She nodded, and after taking a quiet breath while the doctor stood up from his chair, she walked into the office and shuts the door behind her, then she walked toward the comfy chair that was in front of his desk before sitting down.

As he was sitting back down, Sara broke the tension a little when she smiled before speaking. "Did anybody ever tell you that when you summon a nurse to get the person you need to talk to, it feels like you are getting called into the principle's office?"

Even though the tension was still around, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I don't think so." She nodded as he asked with a curious look. "Do you have experience with that feeling while you were in in school?"

Sara shook her head with a short chuckle. "No." Dr. Griffin gave her another little smile, and after a seconds pause to regain her focus on her reason of being here, she speaks again. "Listen, if this is about Bailey's results, shouldn't Mrs. Rollins be in here too?"

Dr. Griffin cleared his throat as he looked down at the file he had opened on his desk,
then he picked up the results, and replied while looking at her again. "This is about the test results. But I feel that you needed to see this first." As confusion came over her, he handed over the results to her. "And just to clarify what I had asked earlier, you have never seen the little girl before?"

Sara shook her head as she grabbed the results from his hands. "I've never seen her before last night."

While Sara's eyes stated scanning the paper that she had in her hands, Dr. Griffin asked. "Then, can you explain to me how the little girl, who you've never seen before, is your daughter?"

The wind in Sara was knocked out of her the second her eyes saw what was revealed to her.
She knew she felt a connection with Bailey the moment she saw her, but this wasn't possible.
It just couldn't be because 9 years ago she was told she had lost her baby shortly after she had given birth.

As she continued to stare at the evidence that told her that her child had been alive all this time, the words from the past: 'Sorry for your loss, Ms. Sidle' started going around in her head again.

She mentally shook those words away, but as her heart pounded while her eyes became unfocused, her mind takes her back to what led her here, which was a case, a case that eventually revealed the truth to a lie she had unknowingly been living with for the past 9 years.

Hours earlier

(2 hours into last night's shift)

Sara was in her apartment, on the couch, reading a book when her cell phone rang from the end table, so she sets her bookmarker in place, closed it, then sets it on the coffee table before picking up her phone, and answering it. "Sidle."

"Hey Sara, I know you have the night off, but I..."

Sara cuts Grissom off, knowing what he needed. "Where do you need me?"

After telling her the location, and that Nick was to going to meet her there, he continued. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem."

"Alright, I uhh...I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, Bye."

"Bye, Sara."

After she ended the call, she did a little sigh as she stood up from the couch.

The two years she's been here things between them have been very confusing, it was like they took one step forward then two steps back, she just wishes it could be like it use to be when they first met in...

She mentally shook her head from those thoughts a second later, knowing this wasn't the time to go down memory lane, then grabbed her coat, gun, badge and keys before heading out of her apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.

When she made it to the crime scene, a not too expensive motel that was in pretty good shape, she noticed Nick and Brass were just getting out of their vehicles, and after she parked, she got out and grabbed her kit from the back before walking up to the guys.

They give her a small smile as she got closer, then Nick spoke. "Sorry you have to come in on your day off."

Sara waved it off. "Part of the job, right?"

Nick sighed with a nod. "Unfortunately, yeah."

She nodded in return while they started walking toward their crime scene, which was in one of the rooms to the motel, but before Brass could say anything they all heard one of the cops, who was first on the scene and had barley made it before them, shout loudly from the room. "Guys! We have we have a live one in here."

Nick and Sara dropped their kits in an instant before running towards the room, and when they stopped in the doorway, their eyes immediately went toward the veteran cop who was kneeling in the doorway to the bathroom with his finger on the pulse point on the little girl's neck while his other hand was on her abdomen where the wound was. Then he looked over at them in shock. "She's alive, but barley. Her breathing is becoming shallow each second."

Sara speaks before Nick could as she walked toward the bathroom, being mindful of the rest of the scene. "If there is a chance to save her, there isn't time to wait for an ambulance."

After kneeling down to look at the girl, who had her eyes closed but Sara could see a little movement from her chest, she whispered. "Hold on, sweetie. Continue to fight, you are doing great."

She wasted no time in picking her up gently while the cop followed her as his hand remained on her wound, then they started speed walking toward the exit of the room, once again being mindful of the scene, before following Nick to his vehicle.

When Sara was in the back seat with the girl on her lap, Nick, who had already had the vehicle on and the sirens going, started driving the moment the back door was closed.

During the quick drive, Sara kept her hand on the wound to try to stop the bleeding as much as possible while she spoke to her in a soothing tone, hoping that that if she could hear her she would know she wasn't alone.

By the time they reached the hospital, and Nick had taken the little girl out of the vehicle, the doctor and a few nurses were already there waiting for them with a gurney, so Nick puts her on it before they both watched her being taken away.

When it was just the two of them, they finally took a deep breath before he looked at Sara. "What a way to come on your day off, huh?" Sara looked a little zoned, so Nick puts his hand on her shoulder while asking. "You ok?"

Sara didn't know why but there was something about that little girl that had already gotten to her, and it went beyond being amazed at how much of a fighter she was.

She mentally shook her head before looking at Nick with a nod. "I'm going to give my card to one of the nurses so she can contact me when there is news. I want to be updated on that little girl's condition."

Nick nodded and watched her walk into the hospital, wondering how she was feeling about what just happened. He could definitely say that he was still shocked, because usually by the time they get to the scene they were already looking at a dead body, not trying to save it. Of course he would take saving them over the alternative, but they just weren't that lucky very much. Now he hopes the little girl makes it.

However, if she did, she'll be without her parents.

As Sara walked out of the hospital, she heard him sigh, so she said. "I guess it's my turn to ask if you are alright."

He replied while they started walking toward his vehicle. "I was just thinking that if she does survive this, she'll be..."

He trails off as Sara finished. "She'll be without her parents."

Nick nodded as they both got back into the vehicle, which she took the passenger seat this time, then while he started it, he looked over at her. "It will be tough for her."

Sara sighed with a nod of her own. "Yeah it will. But I have a feeling she's going to be a tough one to bring down."

As he pulled the vehicle out on the road, he commented. "Hmmm."

She looked over at him, asking. "Hmmm, what?"

Nick smiled a little before replying. "Well that's one thing I see you two have in common." He stops at a light, looks over at her, and continued. "I think you have a lot of fight in you too."

If she didn't know him any better, she might say his words were more than just a friendly compliment, but she knew that's all it was. For the past two years they've become really good friends, and she was starting to care about him like a brother.

Sara smiled as she looked down at her hands, her heart hamming in her chest though at the sight of the blood. "Thank you, Nick."

"You're welcome, Sara."

Instead of going back to the crime scene right away, he took them back to the lab so they could get cleaned up because they both knew they wouldn't be able to work if they saw the blood on them all shift. It would be hard enough trying to keep their minds from wondering about the girl's condition anyways, so they didn't need any more extra reminders.

After Sara had used the shower and changed clothes, she walked back into the locker room to grab her phone, gun and badge from her locker so her and Nick could go back to the scene. Then just as she was clipping her phone in place at her hip, she heard that voice that always got to her no matter how she was feeling towards him, or just in general.

She could be so upset with him, or something that happened at a scene, or a case, or even with a suspect, but with one soft word and seeing the caring look in his eyes, she would feel calmer. Which was sometimes frustrating in itself because nobody ever had that affect on her before, and she'll bet everything, that no one else ever will.

She mentally shook her head before looking to the right, seeing the man who spoke to her from the locker room doorway. "I'm sorry, what?"

He smiled a little before asking. "I asked if you were alright, Brass called."

Sara shuts her locker with a nod. "Oh, umm, yeah, I'm fine."

He walked up a little closer to her while speaking again. "It must have been something. We don't get many of those in our line of work."

"Yeah I know, but she's a fighter." She paused before continuing. "And Griss, I'm sorry we left the..."

Grissom held up his hand to stop her. "You were trying to save a child, that should be priority. Besides, Brass was there, so it wasn't like you left it unintended."

Sara nodded again. "Do we know her name, yet?"

"Yes, Brass wanted me to tell you her name is Bailey." While Sara repeated her name in her head a few times, Grissom asked. "And how is Bailey doing?"

"She's in surgery, and the nurse I spoke to told me that she will call when there is an update."

"Ok."

Sara raised an eyebrow while asking. "Just ok? You aren't going to tell me I'm getting too emotionally involved with the victim, and that I should pull back?"

Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Would you listen to me if I told you to?"

Sara didn't even pause. "Probably not."

He smirked a little. "Well there you go, then. Why waste the breath?"

Sara gave him a little smile before replying. "Thank you, Griss."

He nodded, then asked in a concerned tone. "Now with that being said, are you sure that you can continue with this case?"

Once again Sara didn't even hesitate. "Solving this for that little girl is my number one priority now. She deserves to know that we caught the man who destroyed her life. When she survives that surgery, she's going to need a little bit of good news." She sighed as she finished. "I know it won't bring her parents back, but it will be something."

Grissom knew there was a chance that Bailey wasn't going to survive, and he suspected Sara knew that deep down too. But he wasn't going to bring the negativity in this, so he replied with a calm but a tone that left no room for doubt. "Alright. I've officially put the whole team on this case now, so let's do this for Bailey."

Sara smiled, liking that. "For Bailey."

As he stepped to the side, he replied. "After you."

With one more smile and nod, Sara started walking out of the locker room with Grissom behind her, both with determination on wanting to solve the case, and hope for the little girl that was fighting for her life.

AN: Interested in what happens next? Please review.