Chapter 11: I'm Here!

After spending a couple of hours in the ER, Sara and Lexie finally got to go home with Warrick. He followed behind Sara as she drove. He knew that all of this had been a sudden shock to her, and only when she was home would she break down.

Climbing the stairs to her apartment was taxing on her. Warrick, thankfully, was carrying Lexie. This day was horrible, she couldn't help Lexie. How was she supposed to take care of her and raise her?

"I will give her the medicine, you relax," Warrick told her as she opened the door.

Giving a baby medicine was an… interesting experience. Hitting a moving target was a challenge. Lexie hadn't liked it either; she showed it when she contorted her face in disgust. But Warrick gave her a bottle of formula to settle her down and soon she was fast asleep.

Sara walked into her bedroom and sat down on the edge facing away from the door. She heard Lexie refusing her medicine and Warrick gently coaxing her. After a few moments of silence Sara felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. The weight and warmth of them broke down the last of her defenses, and she started crying freely.

Warrick had been waiting for this, he knew the events had scared her, but he wasn't expecting what he heard.

"How am I supposed to raise her if I can't protect her?"

"What?"

"I can't protect her. I won't be able to keep away the pain, grief and everything else in her life. So how am I supposed to be a good mother?"

"Oh Sara! You can't believe you can prevent those things from happening. All you can do is be there for her."

"My parent's weren't. I don't know."

"I don't understand."

Sara drew in a deep breath, tears were still falling, "My parents fought constantly when I was a child, and they paid no attention to me only their bickering. One day my mom had enough and she… she stabbed my father death. From there on I was put into an adoption agency."

Warrick was amazed; he couldn't believe she had had the life she did. He knew her parents were hippies, and they owned a bed and breakfast, but that was all he knew.

"Sara, I am so sorry."

He held her tightly to his chest and let her cry out her pain. After a few moments he pulled away.

"Lay down. I'll get you something warm to drink. Just relax," Warrick pulled Sara up to the head of the bed and placed a blanket around her.

Quietly he walked out towards the kitchen. He picked up his phone having left it on the counter while he fed Lexie. He dialed a number on it waiting for the other end to connect.

"Hello," a female voice came through.

"Cath. I need some help?"

"What's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. It's Sara, I think she needs another mother here to help her."

"Are you at her apartment?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there soon."

Hanging up the phone Warrick found a cup and heated some water. Soon he stirred in some chocolate mixture.

Looking up Sara saw Warrick's green eyes starring back at her.

"Here. It's hot chocolate."

Sara sat up and took the mug, her eyes were red, and it looked like at any moment she would break down again.

"Catherine is on her way over. I thought she could help."

Sara nodded her head slightly looking down at her cup. Tears started flowing again. He grabbed her around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest again. Sara quietly calmed down, when they heard a knock on the door. Warrick walked out and opened it for Catherine, but was surprised to see Nick with her.

"Hey guys. Cath she is in her bedroom," the men watched her walk down the hall, "what are you doing her Nick? You hanging out with Catherine?"

Nick caught the suggestiveness of his comment but decided to ignore, for now.

"I decided to come since we haven't had a chance to talk lately."

"Yeah, man. Sorry about that."

"So what's going on?"

"You are going to have to be a little more specific?"

They walked over to Sara's couch before Nick responded.

"You. Sara. You and Sara. Sara and You. You were already here when the rest of the team showed up that day to help. Notably still in the clothes you wore the day before."

Warrick laughed at his Texan friend, "We passed out. We had been unpacking all day long."

"Uh-huh," Nick didn't buy that one, "And today?"

"She called me from the hospital."

"So there is nothing going on?"

"No."

"There is nothing you want to go on?"

Warrick turned his head away, and Nick's laughter rang through his ears.

"I knew it. I saw that look in your eyes 'Rick. There was something there."

"You never answered my question about Catherine."

"Yeah, nothing is going on, but there is hope there too."

"Do you know how Sara feels?"

"No, not really. She is just on an emotional rollercoaster right now. Her friend passed away, she becomes a mother, and then Lexie gets sick. Sara is just too confused at the moment, for me to try and find out if there is something. But eventually I would like to find out. You?"

"I don't either. But time will tell."

"Time is something you may not have man."

After that Nick and Warrick talked about random stuff, work, sports and other various stuff. Catherine and Sara were still in her room. Warrick had heard Sara break down a few more times and he could feel his heart being wrenched.