She wasn't in his dreams, she was in his nightmares. Everywhere she went she accidentally got hurt or she was attacked. All he was doing was standing here. He just wanted to get out of there, out of this nightmare, but he couldn't it was like his mind was glueing him to the very spot he was standing and wouldn't let him go until she was dead. She was shot, stabbed, twisted ankle. After seeing her hurt her ankle his mind let him wander to what happened a while ago in the present. Was she dying because he hurt her? "No she hurt me" He thought, then her remembered her crying. Neon lights, traffic, gun shots, screams, would they ever just go away and release him from this, whatever this was? Thats when he heard it, the one gun shot that killed Catherine, and he felt it as if it was him that was shot. Pain, pain like he had never felt before, like his heart was literally ripped from his chest, and was left on the ground to slowly die. He shot straight up in the bed, he felt an hand on his arm.

"Warrick." Catherine attempted one last time to wake him up.

"cath?" He said with a sleep filled voice.

"You were screaming"

"I was?'

"yeah it woke Lindsay up, she came and got me" She said turning around to walk away.

"I am soo sorry Cath I didn't mean to wake anyone."

"It's fine she was getting up in 20 minutes any way, she just wanted to make sure you're alright." She was now almost out the door.

"And if it wasn't for her you wouldn't have came in here would you?"

"No." She said in a whisper, sighed, closed the door and walked to the kitchen.

"Is he alright mom?" Asked a tired Lindsay.

"Yep." She replied quickly.

Just then Catherine felt something horrible in her stomach, at first she thought that it was just anger, but then she felt in coming to her throat. She quickly dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and sliding into the toilet. Ten minutes later she came out and right away Lindsay asked something that Catherine really didn't expect, "mom are you pregnant?"

"NO!" Catherine screamed at her daughter, it came out a little more aggresive than she expected, and Lindsay kinda backed up a tad bit.

"You threw up mom."

"People are aloud to throw up without being preganant young lady."

"It's the morning and when your pregnant you get morning sickness."

"Lindsay, I haven't been with anyone for five months, I'm not preg-" She was cut off by the feeling that she wasn't done throwing up.

Lindsay was convinced that her mom wasn't pregnant, because she knew that she wouldn't do a one night stand, and if she was pregnant she would be five month and showing, her mom was losing weight...not gaining. So she decided to go up to Warrick's room and tell him what's going on.

"Knock knock."

"Hey Lindsay," He said as he was sitting up a little more, "what's up?"

"Mom's sick."

"Sick as in...?"

"As in she nearly threw up on me."

"You don't think she's.."

"No she made it very clear that she wasn't."

"Okay, um.."

"What's wrong Warrick?"

"Nothing just tired, I didn't really sleep well last night."

"Yeah I bet, I heard you scream. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah you could call it that."

"Why can't there be another word instead of nightmare, I feel like a little kid saying that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe later, I think that I should figure it out first, okay kiddo?"

"okay."

"Let's go see how your mom's doing."

At that they both walked out of the room and Lindsay grabbed Warrick's hand. Warrick knew that there was a tear that wanted to just come out, but he didn't know why. He didn't get what was going through his mind, or his feelings. But right now, making sure that Catherine was okay was his number one priority.

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Yeah I know that was long.. oh well. Please review. I need to know how I'm doing.