Warning: Very mature content in the next few chapters; language, violence and sexual content. All portaining to the story though of course. Hope you enjoy.

Nick forced himself to walk up the stairs as quickly as possible before he could change his mind. Truth be told, he was absolutely terrified of what could happen up there. He wasn't afraid for his own life as much as he was for Warrick's. He hadn't gotten the chance to apologize for what he had done to his best friend and prayed he would get that chance before it was too late. All Nick cared about was getting a chance to make things right and getting Warrick out of there alive.

Nick had made it to the second floor when he realized that he didn't know where he was supposed to go. He took out his cell phone, but didn't have any service. He sighed and slipped it back into his jeans before shrugging and going up the next flight of stairs. He glanced up and down the hallways he could see before he decided to keep going up. He was starting to wonder if he had been right about where Warrick was, even though he would bet a great deal that he was right.

He was just starting to get worried when he heard a door open somewhere down the hallway on the fifth floor. Nick turned around and squinted into the dimly lit hall. He could see the outline of a dark figure about fifty feet away, but he couldn't tell who it was. Taking a deep breath, he started walking towards it. When he was close enough the few lights in the hallway illuminated the figure, revealing who it was.

Warrick stood not ten feet away from Nick. He didn't look too pleased to see him.

"Are you okay?" Nick immediatly asked.

Warrick didn't answer. He just raised the gun he had in his right hand and asked a question of his own. "You set me up?"

Nick felt his heart skip a few beats. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Dave told me everything." Warrick said. "He told me how everything was a set up from the beginning. I can't believe I fucking trusted you."

Nick's head was spinning. He knew exactly what Dave was trying to do, but had no idea how to convince Warrick it wasn't true. He seemed pretty set on the fact that Nick was the bad guy in this whole thing.

"Why would I do that to you?" Nick asked.

Warrick shrugged. "I don't know." He was trying to buy time because he still hadn't figured out what was bugging him about the set up thing. He couldn't pinpoin it, but it was definitely there.

Nick shook his head slowly. "You don't really believe that. You know I wouldn't do that to you, no matter how much you hate me now. You know it's not true Warrick. Whatever he told you is a lie."

"What makes you think you know me so well as to say what I do and don't believe?" Warrick knew that sounded stupid, but he was still trying to stall.

"Because I'm not dead yet. If you truly believed that, you would have killed me already."

Good point, Warrick thought, but he didn't let it phase him. He still aimed the gun right at Nick and was deciding what to do when it hit him. He figured out what had been bugging him. It had been something Dave had said. Warrick remembered Dave telling Nick to try and save Warrick if he could figure out where he was. But if he was working with Dave and was in on everything, wouldn't he already know that?

Warrick lowered the gun. "You're not lying." He said, not only because he remebered what Dave had said, but also because he saw it in Nick's eyes.

"No, I'm not. I know I fucked up unbelievably bad before. I don't blame you for hating me, but I am sorry. There's nothing I can do to change anything, but I can fix this. This is my fault and I know how to fix it. I wouldn't be here if I didn't mean it."

"You gotta get outta here." Warrick said.

Nick shook his head. "No, I can't leave. He wants me, not you. I'll get you out of here and take care of this."

Before either one of them could say anything else they heard another door open from about fifty feet down the hall. Footsteps were fast approaching and it wouldn't be long before whoever it was was close enough to see the other two men standing in the hallway.

"Tie your shoes." Warrick said to Nick, who grinned.

Nick knelt down onto the stained carpet. He only flinched slightly when he heard the gunshots. He could feel the air rush over his head from the bullets whipping past. He stood when Warrick started running at him. Both men jumped into the wall for dramatic affect. Warrick dropped the gun onto the floor and stepped back just as Steve and Henry ran up to them.

"What the hell happened?" Steve asked Warrick as he took ahold of Nick.

Warrick shrugged. "I missed."

Steve seemed to accept that answer better than Nick thought he was going to. "Fine. I'm taking him to Dave...Henry, take Warrick back to Chris."

Nick was brought by gunpoint back down the hall the way he had come for only a few feet before he was shoved into a room. The room was more brightly lit than the hall, and it didn't take Nick long before he saw Dave. He was leaning up against an old dresser with his arms folded across his chest. He smiled when he saw Nick.

"Hello Nick." He said as the younger man was forced into a chair in the middle of the room. "I'm glad to see you're in better condition than the last time we met."

Nick didn't say anything. He just sat there in the chair and stared down at the floor, keeping his eyes away from Dave. He didn't need to turn around to know that Steve had his gun trained on the back of his head. Nick wasn't going anywhere, so he sat there as calmly as he could. He didn't want to talk to Dave. All he wanted, other than getting Warrick out alive, was to smoke a couple of the cigarettes in the slimming pack he had in his back pocket of his jeans.

"I'm actually surprised to see you. I figured Warrick would be able to take you out easily considering he hates you as much as he does." Nick remained silent, so Dave continued. "Ya know...I've been thinking a lot about our last encounter. And I think that kiss meant more than you intended. Why did you do it?"

Nick looked up at Dave. "Because I was hoping one of the cops would shoot you in your fucking head."

Dave laughed humorlessly at that. "You didn't want that. You don't want me dead, you wouldn't even be able to do it yourself."

Dave motioned to Steve, who pulled Nick up to his feet. Dave picked up the gun from the dresser behind him and tossed it to Nick, who easily caught it. Dave stood still and held his hands in the air.

"Come on Nick, prove me wrong."

The gun felt extremely heavy in Nick's hand, but that didn't stop him. He raised it and pointed it straight at Dave's head. Without the slightest hesitation he pulled the trigger, only to be met with the hollow clicking sound of an empty magazing. Dave's jaw dropped at the same time Nick's hand did. He let the gun slide from his fingers and just stared coldly at Dave.

The older man wasn't in shock for long. He was soon running at Nick full force with his hands outstretched until they collided with Nick's chest. The younger man stumbled backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed, then he was laying flat on his back on the bumpy mattress.

Dave towered over him, glaring down at him with rage in his eyes. "You're gonna wish you didn't do that."

Nick had a feeling he was going to be wishing more than that.