After hearing two or three gunshots, Nick Stokes runs out of the diner. As he reaches for his gun, he glances down the alley. 'That can't be Warrick's car. He left over five minutes ago' he thought to himself. Nick started walking down the alley, holding his gun and keeping his eyes open. As he got closer to the car, he noticed a body in the driver's seat.

"Put your hands up and step out of the car!" Nick yelled. When the still body didn't move, he moved closer to the car. That's when it happened. Nick turned to his side and got sick on the alley road.

"No, no WARRICK." Nick moaned. He crept over to the side of the car. His friend was slouched over with blood everywhere. Nick knew better not to tough the body. This was a crime scene no matter who it was. 'What if he's still alive' he thought. At this point, he had no choice. He wiped away his tears that were now streaming down his face. He was about to reach for the door handle when he thought again. 'I might be destroying important evidence though.'

Nick glanced at his friend again, and fought back a sob. He pulled out his phone, and dialed the number he knew too well.

"Grissom," the voice said after a few rings.

"Grissidon'tknowandwarrickanddead..." Nick blabbled on.

"Nick is that you? Calm down I cant understand what you're saying."

Nick slumped down onto his knees and sobbed even harder. He took and deep breath.

"Warrick...Dead." he managed to whisper into the phone.

"What Nick? Warricks what?"

Nick was trying to compose himself but he couldn't believe it. He sat in the diner trying to pick up some chick, when his best friend was getting killed.

"NICK. Are you still there? Are you hurt? Talk to me Nick... PONCHO."

"Warricks dead" Nick said so clearly, that he didn't even sound like himself.

"Where are you Nick?" Grissom asked sternly.

"The diner," Nick whispered.

"I'm heading out of my house right now. Don't move, and dont do anything stupid."

Nick just sat there on the cold wet pavement and sobbed, rocking back and forth. 'How is this happening? Why 'Rick?' Nick kept asking himself. He sat there for what seemed like forever. He was surrounded by silence. All the noise he could hear was the noise coming from himself. His heavy breathing and sobbing.

Then, he heard his name, and a bunch of loud sirens.