A/N: Hmm, begging for reviews doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. 0! 0 reviews last chapter. I'm really not feeling the love, gang! Oh well, according to my stats, you are reading this and I've even been put on peoples favorites. This chappy is aslow one, butwe've got a little action coming up in the next one. I have to do a little tweaking due to some imput from one of my betas.Until then...

"This is a lot to ask of you to believe." Warrick sighed as they came in from the balcony. He felt better having told Nick a little about his life. He had felt like he was lying to him over the years. In some ways, he had been, but not in the things that really mattered.

"Yes, yes it is." Nick agreed. He could tell that Warrick was feeling relieved at unburdening himself, but he was feeling worse. He was trapped between believing and wanting to call the funny farm for his friend. Somehow, his doubts were making him feel as if he were letting Warrick down. "And I'm sorry if I'm not taking it like you would like me to."

"There's no right or wrong way to take it. I guess I have gone about this the wrong way. I haven't made it very easy for you. I should have told you guys a long time ago. Well, you at least. I'm worried that Greg won't be able to keep it a secret, or that this will cause him to take risks that he normally wouldn't." Warrick admitted with reluctance.

"Is this kid always like this?" Duncan questioned, drawing their attention to Greg who was sprawled out on the floor, asleep. "I swear he was asking a question and suddenly he stopped and was snoring. He hasn't moved since."

"That's Greggo for you." Nick smiled, looking down at the prone man. "Runs full-steam ahead, and then stalls, no matter if he's on the tracks or not."

Warrick nodded, grinning down at the man who was sleeping so soundly at their feet. He was using a couch cushion as a pillow and his jacket as a blanket. "He can sleep anywhere. We think it's the coffee he drinks. We suspect it has some special ingredient that causes him to drop like this when the caffeine wears off."

"I'll take him home." Nick offered, bending down to roust the man.

"No, leave him." Warrick stopped him before Nick had a chance to wake the younger man. "In fact…..Nick…..why don't you stay the night here too? I've put a lot on you tonight; I would feel better if you stayed here. You can take my bed, Mac has the spare, sleeping beauty has already bunked down. I'll take the couch."

Nick gave him a long probing look before he agreed. "Okay." Warrick was still acting strange and it worried Nick. How much more can he spring on them? Nick knew something else was bothering his friend, but Warrick wasn't ready to tell him about it. There was something else that was causing the look of worry in those green eyes. After all he had learned tonight, he was not about to ask for more information.

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He watched the lights in the apartment slowly taper off and frowned. No one had left. That was fairly odd. Sure, they'd tied one on from time to time and ended up passing out at one another's place, but this was a work night. They weren't the type to get shit-faced on a work night. Something was off and he figured it was somehow due to the man who had shown up. He'd spent the last hour reading about Duncan MacLeod and he'd learned enough to be wary of the man. From the reports of his previous watchers, Warrick was a friend of MacLeod's, but that never truly meant anything to those playing the Game.

According to MacLeod's file, there were long lists of friends that he had beheaded. Sure, it looked like there was a logical reason behind each and every battle, but MacLeod didn't seem to find it hard to take a friend's head. This made him very nervous about this Immortal being here. What did MacLeod want with Warrick? Why were Nick and Greg involved? He wanted to know the answer, yet he was afraid to see it.

He continued to wait until long after the last light went out, just in case someone was just slow in leaving. No. Greg and Nick were both still there. Probably all sound asleep, he thought belligerently. He yawned; it was time for him to get some sleep too. Starting his car, he slowly drove towards home. He would be getting a call from MacLeod's watcher soon enough, and perhaps he would have some answers to all these questions.

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He let out an angry growl when the lights to the apartment went out. They had screwed up his plans once again. He had decided that tonight was the perfect time to make his first move. Whichever of the mortals came out, he was going to put an end too. They would not have been expecting anything. He would have already finished off the second on before Warrick and his friend would have known anything.

How did they know he was out here waiting? Anger boiled in him. He'd done this so many times before and nothing like this had ever happened. This group of prey was becoming troublesome. He had done his homework. He knew them, knew their routines. How had he managed to pick the exact time Warrick had decided to give his underlings a clue?

It didn't matter. He would get them anyway. They could not stay protected forever. Tomorrow, one of them would be away from the security of the others and he would get him. Tomorrow, one of them would die. He didn't really care which, as long as he got to spill their blood.

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"What's going on in that head or yours, Warrick?" Duncan whispered after Nick had disappeared into Warrick's bedroom.

"Don't really know." Warrick shrugged as he yanked the extra blankets out of the hall closet. "Just felt a bad vibe about them leaving. Maybe it's just because you are here, but…….I feel nervous. I feel like there is danger nearby. I feel like I'm being watched." Duncan made a face, ever so slightly, but Warrick caught the look. "What? You know something that I don't?"

"Well, yeah." The big man shrugged. "It's just…..a few years ago….I found out that the Game isn't all that secret. There are those that know about the Game and us. They were the actual secret society. They've made careers out of watching us….keeping track of us. Keeping score."

"Keeping score?" Warrick whispered as he carried the blankets into the living room, dropping one lightly onto Greg, who snorted once before curling into the blanket. "As in, who we've killed, who we've fought?"

"Yeah. We each have a Watcher, someone who is assigned to you, keeps tabs on you. They have quite a database. They pretty much know who is good and who is evil. Who you have fought, whom you have loved. Where you are. Whether you're currently in the game."

"You mean to tell me…..I have a stalker?"

"Yes, in a way." Duncan shrugged. "Most likely it's someone you know or you've seen so much it just seems natural to have him or her around all the time."

"How'd you find this out?" Warrick leveled his gaze at his life-long friend. He was suspicious and he did not like this.

Duncan was silent for a long time. He was silent for so long that Warrick was beginning to think he wasn't going to answer, or had not heard the question. "I found out when Darius was killed."

"Darius is dead?" Warrick gasped feeling a keening pain in his chest. Darius had been a great peacemaker, for both Immortals and mortal man. There had been a time when the darkness of life had taken over Warrick, and Darius had helped him overcome it. He knew the same had happened with Mac. Someone actually killing Darius was unthinkable. "How? Who?"

"Renegade Watchers, called Hunters did it. On Holy Ground."

"So, they're out to kill us?"

"No, not really. Just that small group was. We stopped them in time, We think." Mac grimaced, as he said this, he watched Warrick's eyes narrow and darken in anger.

"Who exactly are 'We'?" Warrick hissed.

"My Watcher and myself." Duncan had the gall to look embarrassed. "I met him…..he's a friend. A good friend."

"So these men kill our greatest peacemaker of all-time and you become buddies with them?" Warrick was breathing heavily, fists clinching, as he grew angrier.

"Joe wasn't involved with that. In fact, he tried to stop them when he found out. Nearly got himself killed."

"I don't get you." Warrick spat. "Darius was our friend! You just sat back and took this? On FREAKIN' Holy Ground!"

"You don't have to. Just trust me about Joe. I'll have him look into your Watcher. You know, make sure you're safe around this guy." Duncan offered. Warrick did not answer; he simply shook his head and looked disgusted. "Just trust me Warrick."

Duncan watched as his friend fought an inner battle with himself. He could see that Warrick was torn between trusting him and wanting to get revenge on whomever it was that had killed Darius. He had felt the same thing. He had wanted to hurt someone, to ease the pain of Darius' loss. It had taken the realization that Darius wouldn't have approved of revenge to get himself under control. Warrick must have come to that same conclusion, because he finally nodded, the tension leaving him. Without a word, Warrick walked away. It was not until he was across the room that he replied.

"I trust you Mac, but I will never trust your Watcher-friend.

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Any guesses on who the Watcher is?