AN: YAY another one! This one made me really hate Cath at then end. I'm dedicating this chapter to CSIrookiechick. I am going to turn you into a die hard Sar/Greg shipper! LOL, Naw, just kidding. I'm a CSI shipper whore! I accept all ships(except one's involving Conrad Ecklie. God how he makes me shudder)These fanfcis are messing with my head. :) But Sara/Greg and Warick/Cath are my favorite. And there the most fun to write. But you have inspired me to write something weird so tell me your own favorite ship and I will turn something out for you. Something weird that might not make a lot of sense, but still.

The next morning Warrick lay in bed. His alarm had rung and Warrick turned it off. Now he was just laying down, staring up at the ceiling. He made no move to get out of bed and didn't even say anything when his grandmother called for him.

"Warrick," his grandmother said, walking into the room. Warrick didn't even look at his grandmother. "You're gonna be late for school, baby," she said. But she knew already that Warrick wasn't going to get out of bed. She walked over to his. She brushed his forehead and cheek.

"I'll be back early okay," she said. "If you want to talk, you know I'm here."

Warrick loved his grandmother so much. But he stayed still, and didn't move. Warrick's grandmother gave him a sad look and left the room. As the day wore on, Warrick stayed where he was, under the covers. Warrick stared up at the ceiling, trying as hard as he possibly could to not think. But the harder he tried, the more he thought.

Warrick's Grandmother came back in the afternoon. She walked to Warrick's room and knew her grandson hadn't moved all day.

"You can't lay around and mope all day," She said only half-joking. Warrick didn't answer.

"Get up, child." Warrick listed to his grandmother this time. He pulled the covers off and followed her to the kitchen. Warrick's grandmother pulled something out of the fridge. Warrick didn't bother looking at what it was. She heated it up in microwave and then poured Warrick a glass of juice. She handed the glass to Warrick, who didn't even take a sip.

"Talk to me," she said.

Warrick took a deep breath and the microwave beep. His grandmother pulled two pieces of pizza out of the microwave and passed them to Warrick. Warrick didn't touch these either. His grandmother made a motion with her hand for Warrick to talk.

"I thought I had friends," Warrick said softly. He stared at the table, refusing to look his grandmother in the face. Warrick's grandmother remained silent, indicating that Warrick should continue to talk.

"I don't," Warrick said. He didn't want to talk anymore, but he could feel his grandmother's eyes on him. "I thought I did but I don't."

His grandmother didn't ask any questions, just let him sit and stare. Let him talk at his own pace.

"Last night . . . They set it up . . . Catherine kissed me . . . or I kissed her. I don't know. But she doesn't like me . . . I can tell . . . I know. They're just messing with my head," Warrick said, getting louder at the end.

"But she did kiss you," his grandmother said. Warrick nodded.

"It was a game . . . a joke . . . that's all I was to them," Warrick said. There was hurt and anger in his voice. He didn't know where he was getting these ideas from. His brain was just giving them to him. But he was feeling hurt right now and he didn't have an exact specific reason. His brain was filling in the blanks of what happened last night. Telling him things that deep down he knew weren't true.

But Catherine had walked away from him. Hadn't said anything to him. Hadn't even tried. Had almost refused the whole thing. And those were the things that were sticking out at Warrick right now.

The first thing Fredy did when he went to school the next day was look for Warrick. He scanned the halls and even resorted to asking people if they had seen him.

"He wasn't on the bus this morning," Nick Stokes had told him. Fredy mentally cursed Warrick dozens of times.

Cassy was looking for Warrick too. She didn't know that Warrick wasn't there until Fredy told her at lunch.

Lunch was a new affair. Warrick wasn't there. Catherine wasn't either. She was in school, but she had opted to spend lunch in the library. Fredy and Cassy sat at the lunch table talking. And worrying.

"This is so far out of control," Cassy said. She was so worried for both Catherine and Warrick. Fredy nodded.

"We have to go talk to Warrick," Fredy said. Cassy bit her lip.

"Shouldn't we give him some time," Cassy asked. Fredy shook his head.

"Look, you talk to Cath, drag her out for ice cream or something. I'll talk to Warrick okay? We have to make this work."

Cassy nodded. They had to make this work.

"Catherine," Cassy shouted. Catherine was walking toward her house. She didn't answer, didn't look back. "Cath," Cassy shouted again. Cassy ran to catch up to her friend.

"Damn it Cath," Cassy said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder and spinning her around.

"You know I can't do anything unless you talk to me," Cassy said sharply.

"Good," Catherine shouted. "Leave me alone Cassy."

Cassy stood her ground, didn't back down. She glared angerly at Catherine.

"No," she said simply. She didn't raise her voice, didn't get out of control. Just spoke with that angry glare on her face. "I'm you're friend and I'm not going anywhere. And I'm gonna help you fix this thing with Warrick," Cassy said

"What thing with Warrick," Catherine said, turning around and walking back to her house.

"Fine, Cath," Cassy shouted, abandoning her calm voice. "You know what? You do whatever the hell you want! And when you find out you screwed up, I'm still here."

Catherine, though she had indeed heard her friend, gave no indication that she had.

Fredy rang the doorbell on Warrick's house. Warrick's grandmother answered. She smiled at Fredy.

"Warrick's...not feeling well," she said. Fredy nodded.

"Please, I really need to talk to him," Fredy said. Warrick's grandmother shook her head.

"Sorry," she said. Fredy though wasn't gonna give up that easy.

"Please. This is...like life or death," he said. Warrick's grandmother gave him a look. Fredy sighed. "Okay, not that bad. But it's really important."

Warrick's grandmother sighed and stepped aside. "Warrick, I'm going out for a bit. You have a visitor. I'll be back soon," Warrick's grandmother called.

Warrick's heart sank. When Fredy walked in, Warrick was relieved it wasn't Catherine who had come. But he wasn't happy Fredy had come.

"What do you want," Warrick asked, not caring how angry or upset he sounded.

Fredy sat down, knowing full well that Warrick didn't want him here.

"What's the matter Warrick," Fredy asked. He sounded sincerely concerned and Warrick wasn't expecting this. He searched Fredy's face for some sign of deceit or a hint of a lie. He couldn't find any of this.

"What do you think," Warrick said. He no longer trusted Fredy and wanted to give him a hard time.

"You're thinking that we're screwing with you head, playing with you like a human guinie-pig. You're over analyzing everything that happened last night. You're feeling just really bad cause now you think you have no friends. And you're still totally in love with Cath," Fredy said. He added the last one on impulse.

Warrick bit his lip. What could he say, Fredy was right. Fredy obviously knew this.

"So now let me correct you. We weren't messing with you. Cassy and I seriously thought it would be a good idea to play match maker since neither of you was gonna do anything. Don't analyze anything, just take it at face value right now okay. Catherine, both of you, acted from your hearts, as cheesy as that sounds. We are still your friends Warrick. All three of us, okay," Fredy said.

"And Cath still has a thing for you," Fredy added. Now Warrick looked at him. And he saw the truth in Fredy's eyes. A small smile formed on Warrick's face. Maybe he would keep his heart in one piece.

"Good," Fredy said. "Now come on. We have to go talk to Cassy and Catherine."

Fredy and Warrick caught the city bus to Cassy's house. Fredy knocked on the door and Cassy answered instantly.

"You talk to him," Cassy asked, looking at Warrick. Both boys nodded. Cassy sighed. "She's not talking to me," Cassy said.

"Come on," Fredy said, he practically dragged Cassy out of the house and they were running to Catherine's house. Once again, Cassy felt like she was going at warp speed, rushing ahead recklessly.

Fredy started pounding on Catherine's door. He knew Catherine's mother wasn't home right then.

"Catherine, open up damn it," Fredy shouted. Cassy and Warrick stood back. Catherine finally opened the door.

"What the hell," Catherine shouted, coming to the door. She caught sight of Cassy and Warrick and tried to shut the door. But Fredy held it open.

"You are gonna talk to us Cath. We are gonna sort this out okay," Fredy said sternly. Catherine glared at them and stepped back.

"Whatever," she muttered. Her friends filed in and the four teenagers sat in Catherine's living room. Catherine didn't offer to get them anything. She just glared angerly at Cassy and Fredy. But not at Warrick. She didn't even look at Warrick.

Cassy motioned for Warrick to sit directly in front of Catherine. "Okay. Talk," she ordered.

The silence stretched for several minutes.

"About what? Far as I'm concerned, nothing happened. It was a mistake. Why should I talk about a stupid mistake," Catherine said. She knew it would hurt Warrick, but right now she really didn't care. She was too upset to care. To hurt to care.

"You know what? Fuck you, Catherine," Cassy said. She shocked everyone. Cassy never spoke to Catherine with this much anger. But Cassy was so pissed off at Catherine right now. And she felt so very bad for Warrick. "You are so damn stupid! Warrick is sitting right here, already to talk to you and I would've bet anything the first sentence was gonna have to word 'love' in it. And you go and say a lie like that. Breaking his damn heart right open. Shit, Catherine! What are you getting at? What the god damn hell are you trying to do? This kid braved his dorkdom for you! What the hell did you do that for Cath?" There was still rage and furry in Cassy's eyes. But there was also hurt, frustration and pure amazement. Cassy was shocked Catherine would say something like that.

Cassy grabbed the back of Warrick's shirt and dragged him to his feet. She stared at Catherine with hurt disbelief. "Shit Catherine," she muttered. They she grabbed Warrick's arm and lead him out of the house.

Warrick really could feel his heart breaking right then. He had held out, hoping Catherine would say something to make his doubts disappear. Instead she just confirmed them. He let Cassy lead him away. Where, he didn't really care right now. He could've walked off a bridge and he wouldn't notice.