AN: This chapter is dedicated to leothelion04 who's question I answered in this chapter. :)

When Sara got home, she walked upstairs, trying to avoid Kiley. But her foster sister caught up with her. Kiley poked her head into Sara's room.

"Hallo " she said. Sara refused to answer. "Sara," Kiley said sternly, crossing her arms.

"Bonjour," Sara said grudgingly. Kiley smiled.

"Good," she said sitting down next to the older girl. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know," Sara said truthfully. Kiley started to play with Sara's hair, it being a habit of her's.

"Okay," she said, not getting at all fed up with Sara. "So tell me what happened."

Sara sighed again. Then she told her foster sister about the end of the day and the party that Greg and Archie said they would throw.

"Well that sounds like fun," Kiley said happily. Sara didn't smile. She continued to stare at the opposite wall, a small frown on her face.

"Or not," Kiley said. She studied Sara for a moment. "Oh, you didn't tell them you were in foster care did you?"

Sara shook her head. "Not something I like to bring up," she said a little harshly.

"I tell my friends, especially if they bring something up that involves my parents," Kiley said with a shrug.

"Yeah well you dad's not dead and you mom isn't a murderer," Sara said taking all the frustration she was feeling and lashing out at Kiley. Kiley didn't flinch.

"No, she's just a junkie whore," she said returning to her stern voice again. They were quite for a moment.

"Sorry," Sara said softly. Kiley shrugged.

"It's okay."

"I just...don't want to bring it up," Sara said. Kiley nodded.

"You like hiding," she stated.

"I like my privacy," Sara countered.

"In someone in a situation like us, it's the same thing," Kiley told her.

Sara went to school the next day. Neither Greg nor Archie mentioned the party at all, much to Sara's relief. They were planning something but they would wait to tell Sara. She had lunch with them everyday and she was actually beginning to enjoy herself. Archie helped her out in A/V tech class, and Sara quickly got to understand the stuff. Greg turned out to be a great lab partner in science. He knew what he was doing. At the end of the week, they got their first lab assignment and Sara knew she and Greg would pass with fling colors. The rest of the days passed quickly. It was getting into the rhythm of the school year.

The next thing to take note of was the partner work in Sara's English class. They had to read and do a joint report on several of Edgar Allen Poe's poems. It was in class work and they had all next week to do it. Of course it was a joint decision to read the poems over the week end, so they would have a leg up on Monday.

Despite the fact he was quite and a bit shy, or maybe because of this, Sara rather enjoyed working with Gil Grissom. They didn't speak to each other very much, but Sara didn't mind. He didn't ask her any questions she wanted to avoid. He hardly talked to her at all. But everything that came out of her mouth had a purpose. She tried to keep her eyes peeled for hm in the halls, but never noticed him.

Once, out of pure curiosity she asked him, "What...what...group are you in?"

Gil looked at her curiously. "What do you mean," he asked.

"Like clique or whatever. Jock, prep... science nerd," she said the last one with a small smile, and indicated herself.

Gil seemed to think it over for a long moment.

"I'm invisible," he said finally. And they dropped it.

Though she invited him to have lunch with her and Greg and Archie, he refused. She didn't let it bother her and she still laughed at all Greg's jokes that day.

Greg did introduce her to one Nick Stokes. She quickly found out she had math with him, though they sat at opposite ends of the room. Nick did have lunch with them at the end of the week. Sara rather liked him. He was calm and stable whereas Greg was wild and out of control. It un nerved her slightly that she had started comparing many people to Greg.

Nick was nice to everyone. Though not a jock himself, he hung out with a few. He had friends from all different sides of the spectrum and yet wasn't that popular himself. He didn't pry into anything and just let things happen, or let them be said. Sara liked that.

At the end of Friday classes, right before she got onto the bus, Sara smiled and said, "Au revoir."

Temporarily stunned by Sara suddenly speaking in another language, and her smile, it took Greg a moment to realize that she was expecting him to say something back.

"Say 'Auf Wiedersehen'," she said. "It's German," she explained.

"Au revior," Sara repeated.

"Auf Wiedersehen," Greg said. He didn't pronounce it as well as Kiley did, but Sara didn't care. She nodded and got on her bus.

Archie started laughing and clapped Greg on the shoulder. Greg punched him playfully and they were like that the entire walk home.

Warrick wasn't enjoying his suspension. He didn't like being cooped up all day. He went to the rec center with his grandmother in the morning and the little kids actually liked him. He'd play with him and that was fun. He made sure all his work was done, and was happy wen Catherine came by to give him his next assignment. But he did feel the guilt of being suspended because he had done something wrong.

But some good did come of it. When she came to give him his assignments, Catherine talked to hm. Some of it was about relatively unimportant things, some of it was about school and some of it was about family history. Catherine was probably the first real friend Warrick had in high school. And even he wouldn't have bet on that.

Catherine didn't talk about her family, but that was okay. Warrick told her about his own family. How his grandmother raised him since he was a baby. Though he didn't know much about either of his parents, he told Catherine what he knew. He only knew that his father had died before he was born and his mother, though she loved him more then anything, was a junkie and arrested for drug possession. She had died in jail.

Catherine offered her comfort and sympathy when he told her this and warrick was grateful for it though it was unnecessary. He didn't know his parents and so didn't feel as much grief and sadness as he would had he known them. They talked about Catherine's friends and she told him when she had successfully made up with them. Warrick was happy she had her friends back, not feeling any threat to their own friendship.

Catherine liked talking to Warrick. He was easy to talk to and he talked back, gave her idea's and thoughts. He made her see more levels to her own thoughts. She knew that even on pain of death, he wouldn't repeat anything she told him. He was a great friend.

Warrick's grandmother would often try to get Catherine to have dinner with them. Eventually Catherine took her up on her offer and stayed for dinner, something she enjoyed greatly. She was actually beginning to like Warrick's house better then her own. And Warrick's grandmother was very fond of the pale skinned, strawberry-blond haired girl.

When Warrick came back to school, Catherine greeted him with a smile and a hug. Though he knew this would be the next big thing on the gossip vine, Warrick didn't mind much. He knew that in making Catherine a friend he would constantly be under a microscope.

At lunch time, Warrick walked over to Catharine's table and his heart sank. The table was full. He stood their for a moment, Catherine looking at him with a sad look in her eye and all the other kids just staring at him. Some had resentment on their face, some just plain curiosity.

"Sorry Warrick," Catherine said softly and she really looked sorry. Warrick shrugged. He would hold this against her.

He turned to find another seat when a voice called out, "Hey Warrick."

Warrick turned. It wasn't Catherine who called her name. It was Cassy. She stood up from her seat next to Catherine.

"Go ahead," she said, nodding at the chair. Warrick was about to refuse but she had already let the table. She gave Warrick a big smile and patted him on the shoulder as she walked by.

"Thanks," Warrick said to her, feeling an unbelievable amount of gratatude towards this girl. She looked at him

"For what?"