"Warrick, I'm at a crime scene." Nick sounded frustrated. He could tell by Warrick's tone of voice that he was less than pleased with Nick.

"Fine, I'll come there." Warrick replied firmly.

"Don't you have a scene you're supposed to be at, man?" Nick replied defensively.

"I'm working on what I'm supposed to be." Warrick finished and ended the call.

Nick stared at his cell phone for a moment before stowing it back on his belt. He let out a stream of curses and as he glanced over at Catherine a sheepish expression crossed his face. "Sorry, Cath."

"I've heard worse. What's up with Warrick?" She looked concerned.

"He didn't really say, but by the tone of his voice, he's looking to chew my ass out." Nick sounded frustrated. "What exactly does Grissom have him working on tonight anyway?"

A grimace crossed Catherine's face momentarily and then she looked like she was about to say something, but stopped.

Nick raised a defensive eyebrow. "What is this? What did I do that I've got the whole world pissed off at me?"

Catherine tried to keep an even tone in her voice. "Grissom sent him to go check up on Sara."

Nick met her gaze and he let out another stream of curses.

Catherine softened her tone. "Uh, Nick, I know that you and Sara slept together."

Shock and then a hint of anger crossed Nick's face. "Great. Is there anyone who doesn't know?"

Catherine reached over and touched Nick's arm, her face was etched with concern. "Nick, what exactly happened between you and Sara?"

"Why don't you tell me. It seems like the whole world knows what I'm doing better than I do." He immediately regretted his words and his face softened. "I'm sorry, Catherine, you didn't deserve that."

Catherine smiled softly. "It's ok. Why don't you just tell me what's going on."

He looked at her and it appeared that tears were threatening to spill from his eyes. He blinked them back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I don't know what's going on. That's the problem."

Catherine raised a curious eyebrow, but remained silent.

Nick continued. "Sara and I went out to this club the other night. I mean we're all telling her she needs to get out more often. I figured that if anyone got too obnoxious that I would bail her out. Well, there weren't too many people in the club and so we decided to hit the dance floor after we had a couple of drinks. We had been dancing a while and then this slow song came on and before I could really process what was going on, she kissed me. We didn't stay in the club too long after that and when we got back to my place, one thing led to another. She was gone when I woke up." Nick raked his fingers through his short hair.

Catherine had concern etched on her face.

"Cath, neither of us was drunk, we both knew what we were doing. I've tried to talk to her, but she won't even look at me." Emotion caught in Nick's throat.

"Give it some time. She's probably as scared as you are." Catherine smiled.

The sound of a slamming car door turned their attention to the Tahoe that had just pulled up. A fuming Warrick emerged and stormed toward Nick. Catherine deftly stepped between the two.

Warrick glared. "Nick, we need to talk now." Warrick glanced at Catherine. "Alone."

Catherine raised an eyebrow at Warrick. "I'm not moving, Warrick. You're going to have to say whatever you have to say through me."

"Nick's a big boy. He can handle himself." Warrick glared at Nick. "Can't you, Nick?"

Tension was evident in Nick's jaw. "Warrick, why don't you just tell me what this is about."

"Sara." Warrick stated, his arms crossed in front of his body.

Nick visibly sagged.

"So, it's true, you did sleep with her." Warrick bristled again. "Damn you, Nick. This is Sara, not one of your barfly girlfriends."

Nick clenched his jaw and didn't say a word.

Warrick continued. "She's so upset, that she got herself plastered. I dumped out the rest of the bottle so she couldn't get alcohol poisoning if she decided to drink some more."

Catherine gently, but firmly placed her hand on Warrick's chest. "That's enough, Warrick."

He glanced down at her and his expression softened slightly.

She continued. "I don't think you know the whole story."

Warrick glanced up at Nick and for the first time registered the emotional angst on his friend's face.

Nick was fighting back tears. "Excuse me." He turned and walked to his Tahoe, leaning against the far side of it as he let the tears spill.

Warrick swore.

"You might want to get all the facts before you rush to judgement. Sara won't talk to him, he's tried." Catherine explained.

"I feel like an ass." Warrick replied shaking his head. "What was he thinking though?"

Catherine chuckled. "What do you think?" She glanced toward where Nick was standing behind the Tahoe and then back at Warrick. "He said she left before he woke up and she won't talk to him."

"Damn. What are we going to do with them?" Warrick was mulling over the effect this was going to have on the team as a whole.

"Does Grissom know?" Catherine asked with concern.

Warrick shook his head. "Not unless Sara told him, which I have a hard time believing would ever happen."

"Good, let's keep it that way. All we need is for him to take a personal vendetta out on Nick." Catherine suggested.

"Yeah. Those two need to talk." Warrick concluded.

Catherine nodded. "Soon."