Disclaimer - I still don't own CSI.

Warrick drove home as fast as he could without getting into an accident. His mind was racing, and all he wanted to do was forget his best friend had stabbed him in the back as soon as possible. He had barely parked his car in his driveway before he was out of it and practically running through his front door. He just dropped his keys on the floor and went right to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He guzzled it down, and grabbed another. 'This is exactly what I'm gonna do.' he said to himself. 'I'm gonna drink this all away, and it'll be a bad dream when I wake up.' By his 7th beer, he started thinking about how he yelled at Nick and didn't even let him explain...then topped it all off by punching him in the face and saying he hated him, which wasn't true. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was shocked and angry. He knew he had to talk to Nick, but before he could pick up his phone, he had passed out on the floor.

Nick was shaking horribly. He had no idea how long he had been there, it had been at least an hour since Warrick had left. His words were replaying in his mind over and over again, and his stomachache was getting much worse. His head was spinning and he felt like he was gonna faint. He didn't even notice Greg was there until he caught him before he fell over.

"Nick, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Everything..." Nick said so quietly Greg barely heard him. Before he knew what he was doing he was telling Greg everything that happened and hadn't realized he was crying until he finished. Greg was beyond stunned. He was doing everything he could to try and calm Nick down, but nothing was working.

"I gotta go talk to him." Nick said, and stood up shakily and walked past Greg.

"Wait, Nick. You shouldn't drive like this, I'll take you over to Warrick's." Nick couldn't have argued if he had wanted to. They drove in silence. They had to pull over a couple times to let some police cars and fire trucks pass. As they got closer to Warrick's, Nick got shakier. He thought it was just becuase he was so nervous he was gonna loose his best friend, but his gut told him something was very wrong, other than the fact Warrick hated him. As they pulled into Warrick's street the sirens got louder. Greg thought more were coming, but then they saw them in front of Warrick's burning house. Greg slowed but hadn't stopped before Nick had jumped out and started running towards Warrick's. Greg pulled the car to the side and ran after Nick, who was being held back by a fire fighter.

"Sir, you don't understand. It's too dangerous to go in there, we have to put some of the fire out." The older man was having a hard time keeping Nick in front of him. "This isn't a movie, young man. You can't run into burning buildings trying to be a hero."

"No, you don't understand. My brother's in there and I gotta help him." And with that Nick was past the fireman and running into Warrick's house, and all Greg and everyone else could do was watch.