A/N: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I love hearing from you. Now, this story was originally just going to be a 2-chapter thing. But, well, I just can't seem to stop writing this thing! So, without further ado… chapter 4! So, review!

-Emily—

Disclaimer: Hello? Do you See Nick and Sara kissing? Do you see Nick with his shirt off? Nope… so, obviously, I don't own it yet. I will though. Mark my word… I SHALL OWN CSI!

This is Warrick's POV

The steam rises from the ground, moist from the rain from last night. As I exit the small diner, something across the street catches my eye. Through the hazy steam, I realize it is Nick. I walk a bit closer to the edge of the street. He's getting out of some car. Another car is pulled next to him. He is unloading luggage. Some blond is with him. Upon closer observation, I see that it is his little whore, Linda. In the old days, I would have hurried over and helped him. But that was before everything happened between them. Back when Nick was still the good guy everyone knew, when Sara and his kids were his whole life. Now things are different. On that fateful night, at the bar it all changed. He proved that he had fooled us all. He wasn't the kind, caring man we thought he was. He showed his true colors. He showed that he was nothing more then a heartless bastard.

That day, he lost a lot. He lost his friends, the respect we all had for him. But most of all, he lost his wife and kids, the best things that would ever happen to him.

The split affected his job to. None of us will talk to him anymore. Grissom and Greg look like they are going to castrate him anytime he is in the same room. Catherine just looks at him with pure hatred. I'm sure I give him a very hateful look myself. He hasn't worked with anyone in a while. Well, he did a couple of times. It was a disaster. No one wanted to talk to him. He knows how we feel about him to. He can't look at us in the eye, nor does he want to. Sara and Nick have yet to confront each other at work. Thank god, if they did, Nick would not be here right now. Not that anyone would mind.

I wonder what he is doing, unloading all his belongings in front of the hotel. My question is soon answered. He slams the trunk and says something to Linda. She leans up towards his lips to kiss him and snakes her arms around the back of his neck. But he doesn't kiss her. He turns his face away and steps out of her embrace. They talk for a couple more minutes, and then she takes off in the car, leaving him standing in front of the motel lobby.

Part of me wants so badly to walk over there and see what's going on. But another part of my brain keeps telling me not to, that I am no longer his friend.

They say curiosity kills the cat. I don't know if its true or not, but I guess I'm about to find out. For I find myself calling out his name and walking over to him.

A/N: Well, short, I know. But next one should be longer. I think. Well, please, tell me what you think! So, review if you want to see what happens!

-Emily-