Author's note: TADA! SEQUEL! (This one will have more than one chappie) This is the sequel to "The Aftermath", a thing I wrote when I was pissed off at Rick for marrying Tina! And I would like to say that I am SO honored for my fanfic (The Aftermath) to be put in a C2 that's for the best CSI fanfics! I was so hyper when I found out! I hope you like this as well. Oh and there's a teenie bit of snickers fluff! hehe.

"Hey Cath," Greg grins at me as I walk past the DNA room. We're currently on a case together, with Sara.

"What's up?" I ask, smiling. Over the past few days, I've felt like a whole other person. I've laughed and smiled more than I can remember. Like what happens when you let go of someone who died, and get on with life.

"I got a call from Grissom about half an hour ago," Greg began. But he was interrupted by a thump and someone crying out.

I whirl around, and see Sara sprawled on the floor. She is read in the face as she tries to stand. I hear someone laugh and Nick rushes out of the next room to steady her. I smile and turn back to Greg.

"Go on," I push. Greg tears his eyes away from Sara and continues.

"Anyway, he said there's been another one. Sara, you and I need to meet in his office in," he glances at his watch. "Twenty eight minutes." I smile, thank him and leave to tell Sara, who is busy, laughing with Nick at the moment. I don't intrude.

As I enter the break room, for coffee, I hear Warrick's voice. It's tense and angry.

"What the hell do you mean, it wasn't what it looked like!" I could tell he was doing all he could not to yell. "I'm damn shure of what I saw, Tina!" I almost drop the styraphom cup I am holding. Tina and Warrick are arguing! I'm shocked at this. Even though they had gone out for a short time, and I thought they'd moved too fast, I was still surprised they would be in a fight.

Warrick hears something on the other end, and his eyes widen, he shuts his cell phone. Fortunately, we're the only ones in the room, and there's no one in the hall to have heard. He sees me watching him, and tries to smile apologetically.

"I didn't realize someone had come in," he mutters.

"Well I can't blame you," I say, still feeling weird. "That was a heated argument… how's your case going?" I say, trying to get off the subject. I can feel that he knows I heard Tina's name, but I don't mention it.

"Oh, it's just a piece of shit! Some hooker and her client got into a fight. Hooker ends up dead, and there's no proof he killed her." He smirks awkwardly and looks at me. "How's your thing? Do and get done with, right?" I nod solemly. The case was now looking like a serial.

"Some sicko raping girls and silencing them." I say.

"Serial?" Warrick asks, slightly surprised.

"Grissom's got another, I was actually gonna go see him after my little break here." I smile. "Warrick… things going okay with you and Tina?" I can't help but ask. I'm worried about him.

The strange thing is, a week ago, I would have loved to see him in pain. I had hated him so much for marrying Tina. But now, I would do anything to keep him with her. He had seemed happy. Not like I'd seen before, but happy when he had told me.

"Oh, that…" he fumbles with his phone for a moment. Then looks up, or rather down, at me.  I almost laugh, when I realize the difference in our heights. But, now's not a comic moment. "God, Cath, I feel like an idiot. I mean, I was so sure about us. I mean me and Tina," he adds, turning red. "I thought she was the perfect girl," he admits.

"What's going on?" I ask, now very concerned. I see a single tear roll down his cheek.

"Last night," he says, sitting on the couch and resting his head in his hands. "I came home, and there was this silver Volvo in the driveway. At first I thought it was just one of Tina's friend nurses. But the windows were down, and I saw a man's jacket on the driver's seat. I knew right then, that I could walk in the bedroom and see him." He stops, sighing.

I sit next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. I know what's coming. A few days ago, I heard him complaining about Tina working with her ex.

He looks up at me, as if seeing me there for the first time. His eyes become guarded. "Nevermind Cath. Forget it," he says. I raise an eyebrow, like saying Yeah right. You think you're gonna get rid of me? Nuh-uh. I see the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

"Catherine?" I look up, startled to see Grissom in the doorway, coffee cup in hand. He looks confused, trying to understand the situation in front of him. My hand drops off Rick's shoulder and I stand.

"You wanted Greg and me to meet you in your office. Sorry," I say. He glances at Warrick, whose head is in his hands. I grab Grissom's sleeve, and sort of pull him out the room.

"He wants some "alone time"," I tell Gris.

"Yeah," he says, still confused. "He wasn't alone." I roll my eyes.

"Well, I was trying to help him. But somehow, I don't think that you would be very helpful… it's about something you wouldn't understand." I say it outright. Hoping he gets it.

He does. "Marriage problems?" his blue eyes are full of concern for his friend. I nod, slowly.

"So," I say, dropping the subject. "Now it's a serial?"

Grissom nods, "Looks like it." We head to his office.

TBC!

Author's note: Okay, okay, I jumped in pretty quickly. But. (Oh no! lol) Those of you (bincluding my best friend who was trying to persuade me to do what I'm just about to say) who think that I'm gonna make Rick dump Tina and start things up like that snaps!yes, cheesy but I don't care lmao! well, you're wrong. Sorry! But I didn't say that nothing was gonna happen. But maybe nothing will happen… are you mad yet? Lol I'm busy writing more! Love yas- Navaer(or my real name: Carrie)