AN: Finnally another chapter. I had so much stuff going on, basketball and trying out for Richard III (I got the part of Anne for those who know the play) And watching the season 6 primere of course. Oh GOG. Warrick is so STUPID! He actually got married to someone who isn't Catherine, that sucks sucks sucks. My friend it a firm believer that Warrick is going to "call it off" (her words not mine). Catherine was so upset.

Catherine: The best part about a fantsy is the possibility that it can come true. And when you lose that possibility...it just kind of sucks.

I watched that over and over so many times (I had the good sense to tape every CSI episode that comes on TV at least once) It was crying I really was. And I was shouting at Warrick for being so stupid. I wore all black today. Mourning the loss of possibility. Of course I'm sure you don't want to hear my blathering (love that word). So go ahead read this chapter. Sorry to anybody who read this author's note who didn't see Bodies in Motion. We'll I'm not that sorry. It's you'r own falut for clicking the little button.

Okay, just as I was writing this my mom comes up to me with this articel. For those of you who have not yet heard, William Peterson's nephew died in a car accicdent. I have another thing to mourn. I feel so horrible. So go ahead and read. Read in sadness.

Warrick held on to Sara protectively and soon she started to shiver in the cold. She was still unconscious. Warrick lifted her up, putting one arm under her legs and one beneath her head.

He started to walk down the little mountain. It was a slow walk, made slower by Warrick's attempt to cause Sara the least amount of discomfort possible, even in her unconscious state.

They eventually made it to Warrick's car. He placed her gently in the back seat, finding it impossible to buckle her and lay her down at the same time. Before he drove her to Greg's house, he dug his first aid kit out a the trunk. He took Sara's hand and cleaned it off and wrapped it in a bandage. Still Sara didn't stir. Worriedly, Warrick checked Sara's pulse, which was still strong. He toyed with the idea of trying to wake her up, finally deciding against it and getting in the front seat.

The drive was silent and frightening in the beginning. Sara didn't make a noise, didn't stir. Fear and worry clawed at Warrick's heart. If anything happened to Sara, Warrick would never be able to live with himself. Sara was one of his best friends. She was like his little sister. He never wanted anything bad to happen to her, certainly nothing like this.

When they got closer to Greg's house, Sara woke up. She woke up and she screamed. Warrick's heart jumped and he pulled over quickly, causing several other drivers to honk in frustration. Warrick thought they had no business honking at him, they should've been home with their families on Christmas anyway.

He didn't bother getting pout of the car, simply swung his body between the seats, sitting down next to Sara's shuddering form. She was pressed up against the side, trying desperately to open the car door. For some reason she couldn't get the latch to work.

"Sara," Warrick said, reaching out to her sobbing, shuddering body. Then she managed to get the door open. She tumbled out onto the side of the road, falling down. It took her a moment to get up but she started running down the street.

"Shit," Warrick muttered, scrambling out of the car and chasing after her. He caught her easily and held her as she struggled.

"Let me go," she shouted, struggling in his arms. Warrick refused to let go. "Lt me go. I didn't do anything daddy. Please don't hurt me." She was shouting in fear and distress. Warrick almost relaxed his grip.

"Sara," he said hurriedly. "Sara, it's me Warrick."

Sara shook her head like she was arguing. Arguing with her ghosts, with her demons, denying the truth. Warrick spun her around and turned her to face him. She was having a nightmare. A day nightmare.

"Sara, it's me okay. I'm you're friend. You're father's dead, okay." Sara still shook in his arms and then she stopped. She looked at him for a moment and then collapsed again. Warrick was surprised, but he caught her and didn't let her fall.

"Warrick," she said softly. She was still away.

"Yeah, it's me Sara," he told her.

"Can you take me home," she asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"Yeah," Warrick said. "Yeah I can do that."

Warrick pulled into Greg's driveway and cut the engin. He looked behind him. Sara had been buckled into the back seat. She was slumped forward, asleep or unconscious again. When Warrick unbuckled her and pulled her out he was sure it was the later.

She didn't move in his arms and Warrick was once again very worried. He didn't have long though. The rest of the Nerd Squad must have been trying to sense his arrival. Kiley was in the lead, predictably. Nick was right behind her, thankfully.

Warrick handed Sara's unconscious form to Nick and this caused Fredy, Cassy and Archie to go as well, following Sara. So it was just Warrick, Greg, Catherine and Kiley standing near Warrick's car.

"What happened," Greg asked. He looked lost, freaked out and confused. Like a little boy taken up in a plane and told to jump.

Warrick looked directly at Greg. "You really want to know," he asked. He knew he was doing nothing to sop Greg's worry, but he tried. Greg froze, his eyes wide. What Warrick did was just another method of telling Greg what happened. He shook his head slowly, and then harder.

"No," he said firmly and Warrick nodded, understanding. Catherine put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Greg walked away, shoulders slumped, walking like one condemned.

"I want to know," Kiley said fiercely. Her eyes were blazing and there was fury and terror in every line of her young face.

"No," Warrick told her, shaking his head slightly. He knew what Kiley was doing. She felt lost and helpless. Her instincts flared and she went into aggressive, yelling demanding mode. She wanted some control back. But Warrick couldn't give that to her.

"You go to get my sister and you bring her all broken and cut up. And you know what happened! Tell me Warrick," Kiley said icily. It was amazing how such a small, sad looking girl could carry the intimidation factor of a pack of lions.

But Warrick was firm in his stance. He shook his hand again and Kiley stepped forwards.

"Fuck you Warrick! That is my sister all broken up! I got to see her like that! And you won't fucking tell me! That's fucked up Warrick," Kiley said. She didn't have to shout, didn't have to raise her voice. She had the ability to be a very credible threat without the added volume.

"Alright," Warrick said, lashing back at this little girl. Catherine stood by watching. She knew better than to stop either one of them.

"Your sister was up at the mountain right outside Vegas. Only place you can see snow," he paused for a moment, Kiley glaring at him and then continued. "She was standing on the ledge and she jumped. She jumped damn it. She tied to commit suicide. She's tried to fucking kill herself. She was caught by a branch or something and I pulled her back up. There! you happy now!"

Kiley's eyes widened and she had a brief moment of complete trust and belief. Than this vanished, replaced by defiance.

"I don't believe you," Kiley said, crossing her arms over her chest, regarding Warrick like he was pompously playing a trick on her.

"It doesn't matter what you believe," he said with a shrug. "That's what happened." He had a pure honest voice, and Kiley sensed this. There was still denial in her gaze.

"No," she said loudly. Warrick knew she was trying convince herself more than him, knew it wasn't working. Warrick didn't say anything, stayed silent, showing her the truth.

"No," she repeated, her voice faltering this time. And Warrick knew she believed.

"No," Kiley said again, convincing no one. Her angry eyes were trained on Warrick as though he was the source of all her problems. Of her sister's problems. Of the world's woes.

She raised her fist and Warrick let her hit his chest. There was no real heart behind her blow. Her eyes filled with tears and she repeated "No, no," over and over combined with "She wouldn't do that," and thing of that nature.

And Warrick stood still, letting Kiley hit him with light fists, because he knew she needed it. And than he hugged her tightly and she didn't struggle, sobbing into her chest, continuing her pointless denials.

And Kiley's tears were added to Sara's blood and the mountain rain that clung to his shirt and, more deeply, to his heart. And this moment was filled away with the memories he would always want to forget but would never be able to.

And Warrick held on to Kiley, a girl who grew up long before her time and was stronger than any other. A girl who dealt with stuff he wouldn't wish on anybody. He held onto her when she was reduced to the little girl she should've been, because she needed it. Because her strength was gone and she needed him to be strong for her. Like Catherine needed. Like Sara needed and like many people would need in the future. Warrick would be their strength.