After sitting in the chair for nearly an hour contemplating his next move, Warrick decided that he would get some sleep and figure out his next move in the morning.

While sleeping may have seemed like a good idea at the time it turned out that all Warrick was capable of was tossing and turning. Although sleep had been the goal, one he'd failed to reach by far. He had managed to make a decision on what he was going to do, and that decision was to call Sara even though he hadn't quite decided on what to say.

Waiting patiently for Sara to answer her phone Warrick listened to the rings and began thinking about what he wanted to say.

"Hello?" he heard from the other side of the line.

"Hey Sar, it's 'Rick." The smile could almost be heard in his voice.

"Hey 'Rick." She replied, the nervousness in her voice hadn't gone unnoticed by either party. After a few moments of silence, Sara continued; "Listen Warrick, I'm sorry about…" she started but was cut off by her friend.

"No, I'm sorry. I know you didn't want to talk to any of us right now and that I probably shouldn't of called but I didn't know what else to do." He said honestly.

"It's a lot, I know." She admitted. She'd already figured at least one of the team would try and contact her but she'd expected it would be Nick or even Greg, but not Warrick.

"Yeah Sara, it is a lot." A bit of frustration could be heard in his voice. He let out a sigh before he continued, "are you ok?"

"No," She answered honestly, "but I'm working on being ok." As Sara was talking about how she was going to therapy and how visiting her mom had helped her understand a lot Warrick could hear the doorbell ring in the background and Sara moving to answer it.

As Sara made her way through the apartment she gathered some money from the table assuming that this was the take out she'd ordered.

When she opened the door she was surprised that not only was it not the delivery boy but that it was someone she'd never expected to show up at her door. "Nick?!?"

"Nick?" Warrick asked in confusion from the other side of the phone.

"Uh…" was Sara's first reply as she nearly forgot he was there. "Warrick, I'll call you back." Was the last thing she said to him before hanging up and dropping the phone to her side.

Noticing that Sara was standing there in silence and possibly a bit of shock Nick decided he'd better say something. "I shouldn't of come." Was all he said.

"No." Sara said calmly, and then Nick turned to leave. "I mean yes. I mean it's ok come in." She stammered as she placed her hand on his shoulder to keep him from leaving.

Nick stepped through the front door and immediately gave Sara a bear hug. When the two of them separated Nick could see the tears present in Sara's eyes. "Sara," he began holding her face in his hands "are you alright?"

She shook her head yes, not trusting her voice at this moment in time. "Nick," she paused for a second, "are you angry with me?"

"What?" concern and confusion clear in his voice. "No. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know" she sighed and started walking towards the sofa. "Because of everything that's happened. Because I just up and left, because I dropped this huge load of information in you're lap. Just because..." she trailed off not sure what else to say.

"Listen Sar," he began as he moved farther into the apartment looking for a place to sit her down before he continued. Settling her on the couch, Nick took a seat on the coffee table across from her before he continued.

"Things between us," he motioned to the two of them with his hands "are more than ok. And I don't have to forgive you for leaving because I was never angry with you in the first place. What you said in that letter you're right we did save each other. You found me in a box six feet below the ground. And I found you in the middle of nowhere in 110-degree heat. You and I, we're survivors Sara. We survived something that most people can't even imagine. The experience, the fear, the emotions, the pain it's all still there for me and I know it's there for you too. But Sara, you can't just run away, you have to let us in, you have to let us help you."

"That's never been something I've been good at Nick." She admitted, while adverting her eyes.

"Talk to me Sara, let me help you, help me understand." He prompted in a soft friendly voice.

For a moment confusion clouded her mind, and then a moment of clarity; "You didn't read the file?" She asked, head tilted to one side.

Shaking his head no, "If you have something you'd like to share I'd rather hear it from you."

"Oh…I….uh…" was all she could manage to get start with. "I don't know where to start."

"Start at the beginning." Calm concern in his friendly voice prompted Sara to continue.