Nick couldn't see anything and could barely breathe with all the smoke, but he didn't care. He had to find Warrick. He called out to him as loud as he could, but started coughing as smoke filled his lungs. He made his way through the kitchen and into the living room and tripped over a table and fell right onto the unconscious Warrick. He desperatly tried to wake him up, and succeeded on the third time he shook him and yelled right in his ear. Warrick was groggy and confused as to why his house was on fire. He was lightheaded and dizzy from all the smoke and had trouble standing up, but Nick wrapped his arm around his waist and helped him up. Nick guided Warrick through the living room and kitchen. They were a few feet from the front door and could see out at all the people anxiously waiting to see if they would make it out okay. Then all of a sudden they heard a loud crack and Greg yelled "Look out!" Nick looked up and saw the roof about to fall, so he took another step forward and pushed Warrick out the front door onto the grass. Warrick rolled over and looked back as the roof collapsed on top of Nick. He tried to yell, but no words came out. Fire fighters ran towards where Nick was buried under the burning roof, and Warrick, joined by Greg, ran over to help. They put the fire out and started throwing the boards and roof tiles off of Nick. It took a couple minutes, but they finally got to him, laying on his right side, unconscious. The paramedics quickly checked him out then loaded him onto a stretcher and started wheeling him towards the ambulance. Warrick grabbed Nick's left hand and tried to go with him, but was pulled away by another paramedic.

"Sir, are you alright?" the younger guy asked as he shined a flashlight in Warrick's eyes.

"No, my best friend was just under a huge pile of burning wood." Warrick tried to get to Nick in the ambulance, but was held back again.

"I can't let you leave sir, you need medical attention."

"No. No one's even thinking about touching me until Nick's okay, so focus all your attention on him, not me." Warrick ripped his arm away from the young paramedic and ran to the ambulance. Once inside, he grabbed Nick's hand again and sat silently by his side.The paramedics climbed in after him and started talking about Nick. Warrick wasn't paying attention to what they were saying, he was just looking down at Nick, praying he would be okay. He had to be, Warrick hadn't gotten a chance to apologize for before and tell him how much he meant to him. "You're gonna be okay Nicky." Warrick said as he gently squeezed Nick's hand. He had a quick flashback to when they rescued Nick from his coffin and Warrick was sitting in the same place he was now, holding Nick's left hand, telling him everything was going to be okay. He wasn't unconscious then, though. Just scared to death. Warrick couldn't decide which was worse.

The ride seemed like an eternity. As soon as they got to the hospital, Nick was rushed to the emergency room and Warrick reluctantly let go of Nick's hand. Warrick was shaking slightly and his eyes were filled with tears. He turned around as Greg ran up to him. "I called Catherine, she's on her way over." Warrick only half heard him. They went to the waiting room and Warrick collapsed into a chair. "He told me what happened." Greg said softly. Warrick looked up at him, and Greg was surprised to see he was crying. Not because he didn't think he cared about Nick, he's just never seen him cry before. "He's gonna be okay Warrick, don't worry. He'll make it through this, he always does." That made Warrick smile a little, but not for long. Catherine walked in a few minutes later and went straight to Warrick and Greg. She hugged Warrick and tried to calm him down, but he was hysterical.

"It's all my fault. I...I was just mad...I wasn't thinking. He's gotta be okay. Ya know what the last thing I said to him was? 'I hate you Nick.' Nothing could be further from the truth. He has to make it through this...I can't loose him..." he fell back into his chair and covered his face with his hands.

"I know, Warrick. It's okay, he knows you don't hate him, it's gonna be okay." Catherine said as she rubbed his back. The rest of the team showed up a little while later, and they sat in defeaning silence, waiting for someone to tell them something, anything about Nick.

As Warrick sat there, he replayed every minute he could remember with Nick. All the times they had hung out, watching football games or playing basketball. He remembered those few horrible seconds over a year ago when he thought Nick had killed himself in the box. He remembered not being able to breathe when he saw Nick with the gun to his head again when they dug him up, and how relieved he was when they got him out okay. He remembered telling himself he would always be there for Nick no matter what, that they'd always be friends. Then he remembered punching him in the face and telling his he hated him. Not exactly something he wanted to think about.

A/N: There were some errors or something when I was trying tp upload this chapter...chapter 4 should be up soon.