"I never knew you could make spinach taste like this." Nick had a huge grin on as his face as he took another bite out of the quiche Sara had made. "Did I actually have all of these ingredients in my kitchen?"

Sara just rolled her eyes and laughed at him. "It's not that hard, Nick, and yes you did have all of this in your kitchen."

"Well it tastes amazing." He grinned again.

A knock sounded at Nick's door.

"You expecting someone?" Sara asked as she took another bite.

Nick shook his head. "Nope." He put his fork down and scooted his chair back and walked over to the front door. He was a little surprised when he opened the door. "Hey, Greg."

Sara felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Am I interrupting?" Greg looked at Nick curiously, but he looked like he had something on his mind.

Nick shook his head. "No, we were just having breakfast. Have you eaten?"

Greg shook his head.

Nick chuckled. "You should try this quiche Sara made, it's awesome."

"Sounds good." Greg forced a smile as he followed Nick into the house.

Sara smiled at Greg as he rounded the corner. "Hey, Greg."

Concern flickered across Greg's face when he saw her and immediately Sara knew that he knew something. "Sara."

"What's up?" Sara tried to keep her tone light and glanced up as Nick returned to the table with another helping of quiche for Greg.

"Sit down and stay awhile, man." Nick gestured toward an empty chair.

Greg sat down and glanced at Sara, his brows knit together.

"Is everything ok, Greg?" Nick looked at him with some concern.

Greg took a deep breath and looked at Nick before he looked at Sara again. "I'm not sure how to say this, so I'll just say it." A sad expression crossed his face. "Did you try to kill yourself?"

Neither Nick nor Sara said anything for a long moment and then Sara just nodded. Nick reached over and put his hand on Sara's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. Nick looked at Greg with a serious expression. "Who told you?"

Greg couldn't stop looking at Sara. "I overheard you guys talking in the locker room at the end of shift and I just started to put the pieces together."

Sara felt emotion welling up in her throat as Greg talked. She could tell that he was upset, not because no one had told him, but because she'd tried to hurt herself. "I'm sorry, Greg."

He looked at her a bit perplexed that she was apologizing. "Sara, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You just haven't seemed like yourself lately."

Sara glanced over at Nick and sniffled, he smiled at her encouragingly. "Do you want me to go in the other room, Sara?"

She shook her head at Nick and then looked over at Greg. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I thought everyone knew."

Greg just nodded. "So that's why you're staying with Nick?" He finally picked up his fork and cut into the quiche on his plate.

"Yeah." Sara sniffled again and glanced over at Nick.

Nick cleared his throat. "I'm sorry I lied to you, man. I didn't want to say anything unless it was ok with Sara."

Greg finally smiled a real smile. "It's ok, I was just worried."

Sara felt tears stinging her eyes as she sniffled again. "Hey, I'll be right back." She felt like she'd shed too many tears over the last couple of days and the last thing she wanted to do was loose it yet again. She pushed her chair back and walked quickly down the hallway towards the guest room, wiping at her tears which were now falling freely.

As she closed the door behind her, Greg looked over at Nick with his brow furrowed. "Is she ok?"

"She will be." Nick smiled at his friend. "She's just getting a little tired of people asking her if she's ok."

Greg let out a wry laugh. "Yeah, I know how that is."

Nick gestured towards the direction that Sara had disappeared. "Don't go anywhere; I'm just gonna go talk to her."

Greg nodded as Nick got up from the table and walked down the hallway. Nick tapped softly on the bedroom door. "Hey, Sar." He gently opened the door and walked into the room.

She glanced up at him from where she sat on the bed, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He smiled at her softly as she stood up and walked over towards him. Nick pulled her into a hug and closed his eyes for a moment as he felt her slide her arms around his waist and lean into his hug. "You gonna be ok?"

"Yeah." Her voice was almost a whisper. "I just feel bad that Greg didn't know. He looked so hurt."

"He was just worried about you." Nick rested his chin on top of her head.

"I'm tired of people worrying about me." She let out a frustrated sigh. "I mean it's bad enough that you're being forced to practically baby sit me."

Nick pulled away. "Hey, I'm not baby sitting you. I like spending time with you. If I didn't want you to be here, I would have suggested that you stay with Catherine." He smirked at her.

Sara smirked back. "Well, no offense to Catherine, but I'm not sure I could handle the twenty-four hour a day mothering."

Nick chuckled. "You want to go back out and see if Greg's still here?"

She wiped at her eyes one last time and nodded with a smile. "Yeah."

Greg glanced up and smiled as Nick and Sara emerged from the guest room. "Sara, Nick was right, this quiche is amazing."

"Thanks, Greg." She smiled genuinely. "You think you might be up for sticking around to watch a movie with us?"

Greg glanced at Nick for a moment and then nodded. "Sure."

Sara glanced over at Nick. "What do you have that'll make me laugh? I think we could all use a good laugh."

"You guys grab the couch; I'll take care of the movie from my vast collection of side splitting choices." Nick quipped as he grinned at Sara.

Greg was smiling as he got up from the table. As he and Sara settled themselves on Nick's couch he turned towards Sara. "I'm here for you. I hope you know that." His expression was earnest.

Sara gave him a quick hug and smiled. "Thanks."

Nick joined them a few moments later, settling himself on the other side of Sara and grinned. "Ok, I hope you're ready to laugh, because this is the funniest movie I've ever seen."