Chapter 36:

A/N: As promised, I shall write heavily on the Warrick/Catherine in this one, and the action is returning I PROMISE.

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Warrick awoke to find Catherine cradling, the best she could with her injuries, a sleeping Lindsay.

"When'd she get here?" He wondered.

"About an hour ago." Catherine told him.

"How's she holding up?" He asked.

"Well, she just came from Sara's room. Apparently she's been having bad nightmares for quite some time now, but was scared to tell me before. Sara convinced her to I suppose." Catherine explained, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What were the nightmares about Cath? And what's wrong, isn't it a good thing she's opening up?" Warrick was highly concerned now.

"They were about…" The tears started to slip down Catherine's cheek. "About Ed." She managed to choke out. Warrick sighed. The last thing she needed right now was to trudge through memories of her bastard of an ex husband, but he knew she'd do anything for Lindsay. Heck, he'd do anything for Lindsay.

"Oh." He replied, as sympathetically as he could manage.

"Yeah." Catherine sighed. "And on top of everything going on already…"

"I don't know how anyone could ever hurt you." Warrick sighed, barley audibly, brushing a stray strand of strawberry blonde hair from her face. Catherine wanted to cry, or kiss him, or both even. How could anyone be as sweet as Warrick? As honest, as handsome? Not in her opinion anyways. "You're so beautiful, so innocent…" Warrick trailed off, his lingering fingers leaving her face and falling on the pillow.

"I am not innocent." Catherine laughed, her eyes filled with tears.

"You look like you are." Warrick shrugged, though knowing himself that Catherine wasn't the most innocent person he knew, but then again, he couldn't exactly say much different about himself.

"Well, thank you, I suppose." Catherine smiled, through the tears that were now rapidly running down her face. Things were perfect.

"Your welcome, I suppose." Warrick semi mocked her, and she made a goofy face which he returned.

"Mom," They heard a croaky, whiney voice whisper.

"Hey honey!" Catherine looked down at her daughter.

"If you make that face for too long, it'll stay like that." Lindsay informed her.

"Thanks for reminding me." Catherine laughed. That was innocence.

"We wouldn't want your face to freeze like that." Warrick chimed in, "Although it is cute."

"Are you guys flirting?" Lindsay asked, making a face of her own. "Ew. I'm going to go find Greg or someone cool."

"I'm not cool?" Warrick feigned hurt.

"Not when you're flirting with my Mom." Lindsay rolled her eyes.

"Okay Lindsay." Catherine rolled her eyes. "But are you feeling better about, you know, before?"

"A bit." Lindsay nodded, "But really, I don't think this is a great time to talk about it… I mean, you're kind of going through a rough time right now."

"Thanks sweetie." Catherine smiled at her daughter, who climbed back on the bed and gave her Mother a hug.

"You know, it's not going to be too long before I'll have to come visit you in a place like this regularly." Lindsay smirked.

"You know something I don't?" Catherine asked. "Am I getting seriously injured?"

"No," Lindsay smirked again, "You're getting old. See ya!" And with that she skipped out of the room.

"I'm getting old. Pfft." Catherine shook her head, and then cringed slightly in pain. "Ugh. Maybe I am getting old. She's right."

"Catherine," Warrick smiled, "You are definitely not getting old. Well, naturally you're getting older, but not old. You're still easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, and you know how often I used to hang around casinos," Warrick paused for a dramatic wink, and a chuckle from Catherine, "And besides that, you have a million times more intelligence and personality than they do, making you a million times more beautiful. Just sitting here with you in this hospital room, of all places, I'm having the best time of my life, just because I get to be with you."

"This sounds like a proposal speech." Catherine laughed. "But thank you, really. It's cheering me up. A little flattery never hurt anyone."

"Well, I suppose it could be a proposal speech, but you know, we've never really dated yet… so I guess basically what I'm trying to say is, would you like to go out with me?"

"That sounds so… eighth grade. But nonetheless it is easily the sweetest, most romantic way I have ever been asked out on a date." Catherine smiled.

"Is that a yes?" Warrick checked.

"Of course it is." Catherine laughed, as he leaned in to give her a tiny peck on the lips.

"Did you know you just made my day?" Warrick sighed, as he wrapped his arm carefully around Catherine.

"I was hoping I would, because you made mine." She tried as best she could without hurting herself to respond to his embrace.

"Anytime." He smiled, as she drifted off to sleep again, him soon following. They were definitely going to be well rested when they got out of the hospital, and they'd need to be. Jotting down a final note, the notebook was shut, this part of the mission complete.

From outside the hospital room, invisible to the couple inside, a man dropped his notebook which he had been furiously scribbling in as his cell phone rang. "Dammit." He cursed as he opened it.

"That is no way to say hello." A voice on the other ended scolded him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. What do you want?" He asked.

"Did you get what I asked for?" The voice returned with a question.

"Almost." The man answered, pulling a camera out of his pocket and quickly snapping a few shots of the sleeping pair. "Done."

"And you weren't too obvious?"

"There were a few minor…set backs, namely the girl, but I could take care of it?" The man suggested.

"No. Just listen to what I tell you, and follow my instructions. Nothing more and nothing less. It's not that hard to do." The voice was exasperated, and that was not a good thing.

"Sure boss, see you soon." The man hung up quickly before he could get into any more trouble. Picking up the notebook and hastily shoving it into his pocket he darted down the hallway trying to blend in. He almost felt bad for these people. Almost. But he did what he was paid to do, and when was that ever a crime?

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A/N: So that was short, mysterious? Haha. I hope so. So off to bed for me. Good night. Review? Pretty please.