AN: Yes! On to the next chapter. Wow, this one is pretty long, in words not nesscarly chapters. And do I see the end in sight. No not really. I'm going at least to christmas (story time not real time) And Maybe after that. I still got to put Ecklie (sick S.O.B. that he is) in and Doc Robbins, and Brass. This thing is going to go on for a while.

Lunch that day was something different for Catherine. Except for her and Fredy, no one was happy with having Warrick sitting at their table. Fredy warmed right up to Warrick and Warrick seemed to like the guy. For Catherine, the 30 minute period passed in a blur.

After lunch she found Cassy in her next period. She nearly knocked the blond haired girl over. Catherine hugged Cassy fiercely. She felt so much gratitude and pride towards her friend it was unbelievable.

"I love you girl," she said sincerely. "You are the best."

"I know," Cassy said once Catherine had released her. They laughed.

"Thank you so much, you are absolutely brilliant," Catherine said. Cassy shrugged.

"Just make sure there is an extra chair at the table next time," Cassy said. Catherine laughed and nodded.

They did find an extra chair for that table and Warrick became a permanent addition. Over the next week, Warrick felt as if he found somewhere he really belonged. And it wasn't at the Catherine's table, not really. Warrick had made friends. Three friends and they accepted him even though he was a dork, a bookworm, exactly what so many people seem to despise.

He had Fredy who would joke around with him and invited him to play basketball on the weekend, some Warrick agreed to immediately even though he wasn't very good. He had Cassy who, even though they had a rocky start, turned out to be a nice girl, if not a bit conceited.

And he had Catherine who started it all just by helping him off the floor. Catherine who would flash him her dazzling smile and would talk to him about stuff that was troubling her. Warrick had found a place he belonged completely. With Catherine on one side, Fredy on the other and Cassy only two seats over. For the first time, he felt good about being a high school student.

Sara's birthday drew nearer and Greg was getting a bit anxious. Thankfully it would fall on a Saturday. He and Archie already had something planned out and it promised to be fun. But they needed help from one more person.

Though Sara mentioned having a sister, Greg knew she must be a foster sister. She refused to bring up the subject of family and Greg suspected that the mention of a sister was a slip. He didn't press her on the matter, knowing it was a sore subject.

With the help of Archie's hacking ability, and with an increase of guilt on both their parts, Greg managed to secure Sara's home phone number. He called it and a chipper voice picked up.

"Hello," Kiley said happily.

"Um...Does a Sara Sidle live here," Greg asked. He felt like a dork, a feeling which increased when Archie started laughing.

Kiley smiled. "Yep, but isn't here right now. You could try back in an hour."

"No that's okay," Greg said quickly. He knew Sara wasn't there because she had told him where she was. At the current moment she was watching a movie at the mall.

"Are you her sister," Greg asked, being careful to tread lightly.

"Yep," Kiley said. She knew that's what Sara would want her to say. And besides they were sisters. Foster sisters maybe but 'sister' was in the phrase.

"Good. Um...can you get out of the house for like an hour or so," Greg asked.

Kiley's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of concentration and curiosity. She was very interested now.

"Sure," she said, confident that she could ditch her foster mom for an hour.

"Okay. Could you meet me at the city park? By the swings," Greg asked. He had his fingers crossed for luck and so did Archie.

"I'll be there," Kiley said happily.

"Bye," Greg said.

"Auf Wiedersehen," Kiley said. This made Greg grin as he shut the phone off. Kiley was smiling too.

Kiley and Sara share a slightly rusted purple bike. It's pretty old, but it gets them for point A to point B. One of them anyway. Sara had caught the bus to the mall, which meant the bike was home. Something Kiley was grateful for. She hopped on the bike, neglecting a helmet and peddled to the park.

On the swings she saw two boys. One was a skinny Asian boy and the other had short spiked hair that was defiantly bleached. Kiley grinned as she wheeled her bike over to them.

"Let me guess," Kiley said. "Greg and Archie?"

Kiley didn't really look like Sara but they shared some of the same traits. Granted, Kiley's hair and eyes were different colors, but she had the same small, skinny frame. She had the same semi-under-nourished appearance and slightly sunken in cheeks. She looked like a rag doll that was left outside in a storm, much the way Sara looked. Greg supposed it might have something to do with being in the system and guessed plenty of julie prisoners looked the same way.

Greg and Archie both nodded. "And to whom do we owe the pleasure," Greg said.

"I'm Kiley," she said. Kiley put the bike on the ground and sat in the swing next to them.

"So what's up," she asked. She could tell that Greg was the leader in their band of too.

"Well, we understand your sister's birthday is coming up," he said.

Kiley nodded. "Yep. This Saturday actually."

"We'll we've been planning a surprise party for her," he continued. Kiley grinned. This was great. A party was exactly what Sara needed.

"You need my help," Kiley asked. Greg and Archie nodded.

"We have to get her over to Greg's house, hopefully without knowing what's up," Archie said. Kiley considered that for a moment. Sara was really good at picking up on things, at solving puzzles. It was hard to get anything past her. She told the boys as much.

"You're her sister, you can probably make an excuse to go out, and not tell her where you guys are going," Greg said. Kiley almost corrected him and then remembered that Sara wanted him to think they were really sisters. Sisters by blood.

"I'll try," Kiley said and Greg seemed satisfied with that.

"How many people are you planning on inviting," Kiley asked.

"Why," Greg asked. If there was only to be a certain number of people or anything, he wanted to know.

"Sara's...not that good with crowds. My suggestion, you, Archie, me obviously, Nick Stokes and maybe this kid Gil Grissom, though from what Sara's told me about him he seems a bit shy."

Greg's smile dropped a few watts. He lived for big celebrations. On holidays his house, and yard were filled with noise and ruckus. His family alone, what with all his aunts, uncles and cousins, could hardly fit on the property.

"Just so you don't scare her off," Kiley continued with a grin. Greg's smile regained those lost watts.

"Aright. This Saturday, how's 1:00 sound," Greg asked.

Kiley nodded. "1:00 good," she said.

She got back on her bike. "By the way, Sara likes reading, especially those solve-it-yourself mystery books," Kiley said. Greg and Archie nodded. She turned the bike around and began to pedal.

"Hey Kiley," Greg called after her. Kiley put on the brakes and turned her head.

"How old are you?"

"12," Kiley answered Greg. Greg nodded again. Why he wanted to know, Kiley didn't care. She liked this guy. She could tell what Sara meant by 'bouncy'. But he seemed to be nice kid, and his heart was in the right place.