AN: Alright, another chapter. This one is dedicated to csigirlie156. Now you can't beat me with you shoe. Haha! :P.

Sara woke up the next morning actually looking forward to school. She and Kiley made breakfast, like they always did. Today, not liking the lunches the school provided, Sara decided to make her own lunch. Peanut butter sandwich and an apple. She shoved this in a brown paper bag along with can of soda. Then she sat down next to her sister and ate the pancakes they had made.

Sara's bus came before Kiley's so she was out the door first. Kiley watched her walk out the door.

"Auf Wiedersehen," Kiley called after her. Sara smiled and turned around.

"Au revoir," Sara said back. Kiley grinned and went back into the house. Sara walked the rest of the way to the bus stop.

Greg woke up to his youngest sister jumping on his bed.

"Get off Brittany," Greg said.

"You have to get up! It's food time," the little girl said happily. Brittany was eight years old and referred to breakfast, lunch, and dinner as food times. Greg groaned and rolled out of his bed. Satisfied, Brittany jumped off the bed and ran out the door. Greg managed to get dressed and down for breakfast, still only half awake.

After eating, and drinking a cup of coffee, he felt much better. He was actually grinning as he walked out the door.

He saw Archie at the bus stop already. Archie only lived a few doors down from Greg.

"Hi," Greg said to his friend. Archie nodded, but didn't smile.

"What's up," Greg asked. Archie refused to meet Greg's eyes and shook his head. Greg frowned and stared intently at Archie.

Finally giving in, Archie said, "I don't know. I guess... the searching thing got to me."

"What! Archie we looked up tons of people on that search engin. Why are you getting all guilty now," Greg demanded.

Archie shrugged. "We didn't know any of those people. But we know Sara, and invading someone's privacy is different when you actually know them."

Greg was actually feeling the same way but he didn't let Archie know that. "It's not an invasion of privacy. All that stuff was public record and all that. We just looked for it is all." He was trying to convince himself as well as Archie. Archie just shrugged. The bus chose that moment to pull up, and both boys were grateful for it.

Warrick, despite the fact he wasn't going to school, woke up at the same time he did any other school day. He ate the toast and eggs his Grandmother made for him and drank a glass of orange juice.

"I have to go in a few minutes," Warrick's grandmother said. Warrick nodded. She was a daycare teacher at the rec center down the street.

"You can come, or stay here. Make sure you get all your class work done though. I won't have you falling behind just because you aren't in school." Warrick nodded again. His grandmother smiled at him as she walked out the door.

All in all, it was a boring day. For lack of anything else to do in the morning, he read one of the many books in his room. He didn't have anything for lunch. In the afternoon the door bell rang. Warrick looked at the clock and saw it was too early for his grandmother to be home. Warrick went to the door and opened it. He saw a smiling Catherine Willows on his door step holding several textbooks in her hands.

"Hey," she said happily, Warrick stood aside to let her come in. Though she had said she would get his school work, Warrick didn't think she actually would.

"You want anything? Water or juice," he asked as he lead her to the kitchen. His grandmother had hammered manners into him. He was overly aware of how shabby and small his house was. He had never mined before, but suddenly he did. Catherine considered his question for a moment.

"Do you have orange juice," she asked. Warrick nodded and went to poor her a cup.

After taking a sip of her juice, Catherine smiled and handed him a slip of paper. It had his work written on it and all the information like page numbers and the like.

"Thanks," Warrick said, seriously grateful that Catherine did this for him. Then he paused, because something stuck him.

"Hey, how did you get my locker open," he asked her. Catherine smiled sheepishly.

"I had a friend of mine pick the lock," she said almost guiltily. Warrick got up.

"Wait here for a moment," he said and went to his room. He dug around his backpack for a minute coming up with two small silver keys. He took one and went back to the kitchen.

"Here," he said handing it to her. Catherine ginned.

"This'll certainly make things easier," she said.

"Thank's again," Warrick said. "You didn't have to-"

"Course I did," Catherine said cutting him off. "You took on a kid three times your size for me."

Warrick's cheeks turned a very prominent shade of red. Catherine studied him for a moment and then laughed.

"I didn't think black kids could blush," she said.

"I can. I'm quite good at it actually," Warrick said. They both laughed. Whatever tension there was between them vanished. Warrick was amazed he could make a friend so fast, let alone a friend the likes of Catherine Willows. He had a feeling it had more to do with Catherine then himself.

"So who was that I took on," Warrick asked. He was only half joking around. Catherine shrugged.

"Steven Haskey. He's a football player. He was my date to the senior prom," Catherine said, emphasizing the word "was". Warrick nodded, Satisfied with this answer though he had many more questions.

"Alright, now for a question of my own," Catherine said. When Warrick didn't object she went on. "Why?"

Warrick shrugged. He could've stalled and said "Why what?" or something of that nature. "He was...mean," Warrick said witch sounded lame and very juvenile. "He called you a slut," Warrick said, elaborating a bit. Catherine wasn't smiling anymore. She was looking at him with her dark blue eyes. Somehow Warrick felt worse being under the gaze of Catherine's eyes then dozens of pairs of eyes at school. Catherine's eyes seemed to be able to see past his own grey-green eyes that were the object of many nasty nicknames. Like they could see into his heart, and Catherine would know exactly what he was, all that made him up, all his secretes. He wasn't sure he liked that feeling.

"Maybe I am," Catherine said softly. She wasn't looking at him anymore, she was staring at her own feet. Warrick shook her head.

"You're not," he said firmly.

"Hoe do you know," she spat. She sounded at lot more aggressive then she intended. Warrick, though, didn't miss a beat.

"I guess I just have a feeling," Warrick said.

Catherine snorted. "Yeah and feelings get you a long way I'm sure," Catherine mutter more to herself then Warrick.

"Depends on what they are and how you use and express them," Warrick said, again not missing a beat. Catherine looked up again.

"You know, school gossip makes you out to be a nerd and a bit of an idiot," Catherine said. "They're wrong," Catherine said passionately and Warrick knew she meant it. "You're a lot smarter then anyone gives you credit for."

She grinned and Warrick couldn't help but grin too. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"Why do I need a jerk like Steven when I have you," she said. Then she puled back from the hug and winced slightly. She knew her statement was implying something. "That didn't exactly come out right," she said. Warrick shrugged.

"I know what you mean," Warrick said. But his stomach was doing flip-flops. Catherine's smile returned to her face.

"You know, I might just lay off the guys for a while," Catherine said. "I don't need to turn into my mother."

Warrick had a confused look on his face. He tried to hide his interest, he didn't really want to butt into other peoples lives.

"She's a 'dancer'," Catherine said. She said the word "dancer" with an enormous amount of sarcasm. "You know what that means." Of course he knew what it meant. It was Vegas after all.

Honestly she didn't mind telling Warrick what her mother was. Besides it wasn't exactly a secret.

"Don't worry, you won't turn into you mother," Warrick said. "You got a very good future ahead of you."

Catherine smiled and hoped he was right.

School went rather well for Sara. Greg had the amazing ability to make her smile, something she did not do often. Greg and Archie found her at then end of the day at her locker.

"We have a question for you," he said happily, wearing that goofy grin on his face again. It really suited him.

"Okay," Sara said, shutting her locker and starting to walk down the hall to the front door.

"When's your birthday," Archie asked, mostly to take some suspicion and heat off Greg.

"The 19th," Sara said. "Why?"

"Are we invited to the party," Greg said with much enthusiasm.

"I don't have parties," Sara said shortly.

"What, don't your parents throw you parties," Greg said. Inside he flinched. It really hurt him to ask her this, knowing the answer. But he had to keep his cover and he had to pretend like he didn't know.

Sara's face hardened. "No," she said. She didn't elaborate on this.

"Well then we'll throw you a party," Greg said, keeping his bouncy, happy personality. Sara actually frowned at this, but she didn't say anything. Greg felt his spirits drop as she got on the bus. He and Achie could get on a bus, but tradition dictated that they walk home in the afternoon. It wasn't that long anyway. Greg's spirites sunck lower with evey step and he found himself wishing he had taken the bus.