AN: Yay! A new chapter. Thank you to all the people who reviewed. And I noticed that I got more reviews once I threated to kill off Greg and Warrick. Hmmm.. maybe I should use that threat more often. :) Nah, I'm to nice. Besides, as someone was kind enough to point out, they need each other.

Warrick was lost in thought again. He was still trying to get his mind around what Lindsey had said. It had caused him to examine everything. He knew that he loved Catherine, in every aspect. He knew that maybe, under different circumstances, they could be together. But the fact was, they weren't under different circumstances, and they didn't have a chance. Well maybe there was a chance. They could make it work. Warwick could transfer to a different shift, or he could get a job somewhere else. It was all possible. Or maybe just wishful thinking on Warrick's part. And there was always the possibility that Lindsey was lying. Well, no Lindsey wouldn't do that, but she could be exaggerating or something.

"Warrick," Lindsey half shouted. Warrick was jolted out of his thoughts. Lindsey rolled her eyes and laughed.

"You were analyzing the situation weren't you Warrick," she said.

'More like over-analyzing' Warrick said to himself. Of course he didn't say this out loud. "I was not," he said to Lindsey. He spoke in a way equivalent of a five-year-old with chocolate around his mouth stubbornly telling his parents that he did not eat the rest of his Easter candy. Lindsey fixed Warrick with a stern look

"Warrick, you were staring off into space."

"I was not," Warrick said stubbornly, knowing that he had been staring off into space.

Lindsey rolled her eyes again. "Warrick I just said that evil baboons in purple thongs were taking over the planet with might orange squeezing power. And you didn't even flinch."

Warrick looked at her, shocked. He had no way to know if she was telling the truth or not, which kind of proved Lindsey's point. Lindsey gave Warrick a small smile.

"So what are you going to do," Lindsey asked.

"About what." Warrick knew full well what, but he was trying to avoid the question. He was once again amazed he was having this conversation with a 13-year-old. Lindsey again gave him that stern look that reminded Warrick of Catherine.

"Warrick, don't play dumb, and don't avoid the question."

Warrick paused for a moment. He was thinking very hard.

"I don't know," he said finally. It was a completely honest answer. Lindsey looked at him for a moment.

"Okay," she said.

Warrick spent the rest of the evening watching shows Lindsey had taped. They were half-way through an episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire, when the sound of a car pulling into the drive way caused Warrick to pause the tape. He gave the controller to Lindsey, who promptly started the tape again, and walked to meet Catherine at the door.

"Hey Cath," Warrick said when she walked in. She looked tired and frazzled, as she should, but still smiled at Warrick.

"Hi Warrick. How was your evening...morning rather," she said.

"It was . . . enlightening," Warrick said with a small grin.

"Yeah, he learned a lot from me," Lindsey called from the living room but not actually getting up or coming over.

"I'm sure you did," Catherine said to warrick and laughed.

"You have one smart kid there, Cath," Warrick said.

"She knows," Lindsey called.

"Thanks again Warrick," Catherine said.

"Hey, it's no problem. I love watching after Lindsey,"

"Yeah I can open his mind," Lindsey called, screeching out her words and saying them like a fortune teller.

"Lindsey, are you actually going to come in her," Catherine called back.

"No."

Catherine and Warrick both laughed. Then Warrick opened the door.

"You ever need anything Cath, I'm right here."

Catherine smiled and nodded. She knew.

When Warrick left, Catherine walked into the living room. Lindsey paused the tape.

"Did you have a good time," Catherine asked her daughter. Lindsey nodded.

"Warrick and I had a very interesting conversation," She said.

"Really? What about," Catherine asked, a little too tired to be completely interested.

Lindsey shrugged. "About two seemingly intelligent people who ignoring what was right in front of them."

Sara stopped crying after a while, but she didn't pull away from Greg. She squeezed against him like he was the only thing holding her to this earth. Greg stroked her hair but remained silent.

"Greg," she said softly. She moved her head to look up at him.

Greg had always been there for Sara, as some one to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a joke to cheer her up. He had only been just a kid to her, despite the fact he was only four years younger then her. He had been her friend, one of her best friends, but not someone she would consider dating, no matter how hard he tried to take her out. But lately, things have been changing. Greg seemed to fit quite a lot of growing up in a short space of time. And she was fully appreciating the fact that Greg had always been there for her.

"Hmm."

"Thanks," Sara said. "For always being there, for being here no, for everything."

Greg smiled. Even though her eyes were read and puffy, her cheeks tear stained. Even though she was very sad looking right now, Sara was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And he loved her, he really did, even if she would never love him back.

"Hey, what are friends for," he whispered. He didn't know why, but he was becoming overly aware of the fact that he was holding Sara in his arms, of how close her lips were to his. And then suddenly that little distance disappeared and Sara was kissing him. Sara! Greg had imagined himself kissing Sara enough times, but he never even imagined Sara kissing him. It was just so far past impossible and yet it was happening now. Maybe he was dreaming.

Sara was the one to brake the kiss. Her spirits had greatly lifted. She smiled softly. Then she put her hand on Greg's arm and gave him a hard pinch. It hurt.

"Just to...reassure you," Sara said.

Nope, he was definitely not dreaming.