Chapter 3: Talking It Through
Catherine gulped nervously as Warrick pulled into Chauncey's. He extended his arm to her as they stepped out of the car, and she blushed.
"Shall we?" he asked, smiling.
"Sure," she replied, taking his arm before closing the door with her free hand.
With that, they went inside and found a table.
"What can I get you?" a waiter asked as he came over to them.
"A red wine, please," Catherine answered.
"I'll have a white, please," Warrick told him.
"I'll have those right out," he said as he left, eliciting nods from Catherine and Warrick.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked suddenly.
Warrick nodded. "But won't that be weird for you?" he inquired,
Catherine shook her head. "No. If you need to talk, go ahead. I'm here for you."
Warrick sighed. "Thanks, Cath. That means a lot to me."
She smiled. "Anytime."
He patted her hand as she laid it on the table,beginning slowly as she handed him his wine. "I should've seen this coming when I saw Tina having trouble with the fact that I'm a cop." He paused, taking a sip. "My hours got later as time went on, and she finally said, "Warrick, I can't handle this. I can't handle knowing that you're in constant danger and that you may never come home. It's over."
"Wow. Just like that?"
"Yeah. She never even clued me in."
"That must've been rough."
"It was."
Catherine sighed, squeezing his shoulder sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Just be here."
"You got it." She stood up, embracing him gently.
