Gabrielle had entered into a complete state of rage as she left Bree's home. She simply would not accept being treated so rudely from anyone- let alone a friend. As she headed for the door she accidentally knocked a frame off of a nearby table. She looked at it laying broken on the floor for a moment and shrugged. 'Something to keep you busy with, Bree.' she said to herself, walking out the door.

The sound of breaking glass instantly caused Danielle to wake up. She rubbed her eyes, moving off of the couch and toward the front door. She gently turned over the broken frame, being careful not to cut herself. The young blonde felt a pang of sadness as she viewed the picture of her mother, Gabrielle, Susan, Lynette, and Mary Alice. The photo was taken only about a year ago, yet each woman looked different. Physically, they appeared very much the same, but each seemed so much more vibrant. She specifically took notice to her mother; desperately hoping to see such a blissful side of her again someday. Danielle pulled the photo out of the destroyed frame and set it back on the table. The photo no longer had a sturdy frame for support…but after a few tries, Danielle was able to get it to stand upright against the wall once again.

Gabrielle pounded on Susan Mayer's door. She continuously slammed her fist until a disgruntled Susan finally answered.

"Hi Susan, you busy?" Gabrielle pushed her way through the door, she was well aware of Mike's presence, but chose to ignore it.

"Actually-"

"Great! Because I have about this much patience left." Gabrielle used her thumb and index finger to indicate how little it would take to make her explode at the moment.

Susan flashed a desperate look over at Mike.

"Susan. Do you want me to simultaneously combust in your living room?"

"Wow, okay. I'm kinda tired anyway…" Mike forced a yawn. "Always a pleasure, Gabrielle…" he said sarcastically, walking past the two women.

The young brunette glared, taking a seat on the couch.

"Enlighten me. What's the problem? " Susan wasn't really in the mood to hear Gabrielle whine and complain, but didn't see many other options.

Gabrielle pulled a nail-file out of her purse, and began rapidly brushing it over her already shortened nails. "It's Bree."

"What about her?" Susan became somewhat interested. Over the past few days she had become obsessed with comforting Bree. She wasn't sure why, but assumed it had something to do with Mary Alice's death. Susan worried that if Bree became too depressed, she would chose an easier way to deal with her pain. Susan feared for Bree, but for herself as well. She couldn't bear to lose another friend.

"Well, two things. One- she hates me. Two- not gonna lie, I'm starting to hate her right back." Gabrielle was speaking purely out of anger. The truth was that she hated being bossed around and Bree had done just that.

"Gabby…"

"I'm serious! I went in there to talk to her a little, provide some comfort. You know, be a good friend. And what does she do?" She paused, encouraging Susan to take a guess.

"I really wouldn't know." Susan shook her head.

"She screams at me!" Gabrielle tosses the file back into her purse.

"What?" Susan was taken aback. She had never known Bree to raise her voice.

"Apparently I disturbed her from a dream…so she ordered me to get out of her house. Which of course I resisted until she literally screamed in my face."

Susan could see that Gabrielle was genuinely disturbed. Her face softened, "Gabby I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into her."

"I just wanted to try and help her out…"

Susan gently smiled, delicately placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I know."

"I talked to Danielle for a while. Speaking of which, have you seen her recently?" Gabrielle turned toward her neighbor.

"Yeah, but I mean, what do you expect? She just lost her father a few days ago."

Gabrielle shrugged. "Bree barely even talks to her."

"It's just part of the grieving process, you have to understand." Susan began speaking to Gabrielle as if she were a child.

"You know what, no. This is exactly what I'm so sick of." the brunette rose from her seat. "I know she's grieving. I do. But I just lost my husband too! Sure, he's alive, but he's locked up for the next year. And hey, if he weren't in jail he'd probably be out to kill me right now. Oh and then there's the fact that I'm pregnant with someone's child and I don't even know for sure who that someone is. And yes, Bree lost her husband, but I would really appreciate it if…." Gabrielle stopped herself.

Susan found herself annoyed once again. "Are you done yet?" she asked, looking down at her hands. She understood Gabrielle's anguish, but she also didn't think it was comparable to Bree's at the moment. "Gabby.." she looked up to find her neighbor holding onto the banister for support. She looked as if she were in pain. "Gabby?" she repeated worriedly- instantly at her side.

Gabrielle tried to speak, but ended up letting out a short gasp.

Susan set her down on the floor, kneeling in-front. "What is it, Gabrielle. What hurts?"

Gabrielle could barely speak, but somehow managed to make reference to her mid-section.

Susan's eyes widened as she immediately ran to the closest phone, dialing 911. Once the call was placed she found herself back at her friend's side. "Sweetie listen to me." She reached out and cupped Gabrielle's face, forcing her to make eye contact. "You're going to be fine, okay? I'm sure you have nothing to worry about…" Susan tried to sound as optimistic as possible, though she felt her heart-rate quickening with every passing moment. She thought back to the night in the emergency room after Rex had just had his heart attack, and she had repeated the exact same words to Bree.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about…"

Words can sound so genuine, but in the end…they truly are nothing more than mere sounds.