A/N: Okay, sorry THIS is Chapter 2... I don't know how to really work this stupid thing so, yeah.

On her way out of the locker room she could feel her eyes getting wet. Keep it together Sidle, she told herself silently. Make it to the car first.

Cath was coming in as she was trying to hightail it out of there before anyone could stop her. Too late. "Hey Sara? Where are you going so fast?" Cath asked out of sheer curiosity.

"Uh, I'm beat. I'm gonna turn in early." Twisting her face from utter depression to tiredness was a trick she'd learned long ago; hopefully it would work now too.

"Well, you look like you need it," was Cath's response. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya." It worked.

When she finally got to her car a sense of relief set over her. Now all she needed to do was make it home in one piece. As soon as she'd pulled away from CSI, she lost it. Bawling like a baby was an activity that Sara Sidle did not condone nor participate in. Self-pity was never an alternative.

She could barely see her keys in the lock to her front door. God, how could she have just done that to him? Sara instantly hated herself as soon as she'd told him he made her happy. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she banged the back of her head against the door once she was inside. She sighed heavily hoping it would stop the tears, to no avail they overtook her as she collapsed to the floor.

He needed to find peace of mind. Her reaction to him getting married had thrown him. Did she just tell him what he'd wanted to hear for so long? He couldn't wrap his brain around it. More importantly his heart couldn't let what she said go. He made her happy. That possibility had always been such a foreign concept to him. Always holding to the belief that you had to find your own happiness was quickly fading for him. You could find bliss in another? Had he found that with Tina? Did he make her happy? Did she make him? What if he had already found his contentment? Did he let it slip away and not even realise it? So many questions were swirling in his head. And he had too few answers.

"I made her happy?" he asked himself. Warrick figured the only one to make Sara truly happy was Grissom. He began to feel anger well up inside of him.

A ringing interrupted his thoughts. It was Tina. "Hello?"

"Hey baby, where are you?" Tina asked.

"I'm on my way home," he answered.

"Are you okay?" she inquired. "Did you have a tough night?"

"Yeah, it was rough. You on your way out?" he responded.

"Uh-huh. Just wanted to see how you were," she started to sound mushy. For some reason it repulsed him, just a little. "Tell you I miss you and that I love you," she continued. "You know this schedule is just murder on us. I never get to see you. Our bed is so cold without you."

"I know," he placated her. "I'll make it up to you. Listen, I'm on the road..."

"Sorry. I better let you go. Will I see you this evening?" she said.

"Sure," he aimed for enthusiastic landing on fake.

"I love you."

"Me too," he replied. He hung up. Looking around Warrick found himself on the other side of town, nowhere near his home. "What the hell am I doing?" He said out loud. Quite some time passed before he got out of his car. Walking a familiar path to her front door was daunting for him. He'd been here before, many times. But this was different, he was a married man now and going to see his... what was she to him now? Ex-girlfriend? Co-worker? Friend? Those were her words: "friends". That wouldn't be the word he would use to describe them exactly. Warrick was not one to be confused often, but this, overwhelmed him. What was he going to say? Where would he start? He felt angry with her. Yet some part of him was completely delighted. This was not good, not good at all.

A knock was at her door.

Sara was startled at the sudden noise. Who would come to see her at eight in the morning?

Another knock.

She got up off the floor trying to compose herself the best she could before looking through the peephole. Damn him, what was he doing here?

Warrick's knocking became more persistent. "Sara?"

Putting herself together quickly she took a deep breath and opened the door. The abrupt shaft of sunlight temporarily blinded her making her squint. "Warrick, what's up?"

He walked past her and into her apartment. Being direct seemed the best way for him to start. "What do you mean 'When we were together you were happy?'" he demanded.

Yup, she was totally screwed. She knew it would backfire on her. "What I meant?" She closed the door.

"Does that mean I made you happy?" he was livid. "What we had, was that the real thing? Was I the only one?"

"The only one?" she was perplexed by his last question.

"Yeah, was I the only one that made you happy? Truly happy?" His rage subsided.

She could've cried if she weren't so exhausted from it. Instead she sighed. "Yes."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Hurt clouded his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me when it mattered most?"

Sara hated herself, now more than ever. "Because I was scared Warrick." She felt the tears now. "I was scared because for the first time in my life, someone felt the same way about me. The first time the only thing someone wanted out of me, was myself. And I didn't have that to give to you. It was so new it frightened me. I didn't know how to handle that. I never had anything to compare it to."

"And you think I did?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry," she was the first to break the deafening quiet. "I should've told you when it was important."

"It still is," he stepped closer to her.

They were in dangerous territory. He started to wipe the tears away from her face. This was too easy to fall back into.

"Rick stop," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because you're married."

"I shouldn't be," he looked her straight in the eye. "She's not the one Sara."

"Seriously, you need to stop." She was close to losing it.

"That's not fair," he inched closer. "You started it."

"No."

"Then why don't you stop me?" His lips brushed against hers.

"Stop." Was her ragged response to him.

His phone rang. She stepped back flustered.

"Yeah?" He could've killed the person interrupting.

"Honey, it's me." Tina was a little surprised at the way he answered.

"Hey, um, sorry about that," he softened his tone. "It's been a long day."

"Uh, okay. I forgot to ask earlier, what would you like for supper tonight before work?"

"Anything you want is alright with me." He turned to Sara.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Rick stared at her, she had made her way clear across the room toward the door.

"Okay then. But if it's something you don't like you have no room to complain. I'm just warning you."

"Fine," was his weary reply. "I'll see you later." He hung up.

Sara opened the door. He was completely perplexed by her, as usual. He could never figure her out. She was always a challenge and that thrilled him.

"So that's how it is, huh?" He asked her.

"Yeah," she shot for disinterest.

"See you at work." He exited in the same fashion with which he had entered.

She didn't respond, save for closing the door behind him. Her legs buckled from the weight of the moment taking her to her former position.