The rest of the ride was silent, there and back. Unfortunalty before Warrick could talk to Nick he'd been sent on a case in miami. Seeing that he refused to go to Greg's at least staying at Catherine's was more civialized...when Lindsay was around. Both Catherine and Warrick didn't want Lindsay to know about their "friendship" problems so they talked, they laughed, but never once did they make eye contact. When Lindsay was gone the silence came out, Warrick looked at Catherine hoping that she would look up, but instead she stood up went to her room, and closed the door. He knew that if he had to live like this for any longer... Life wasn't worth living. About an hour later he walked into Catherine's room (knocking first of course...she didn't answer) She was laying on her bed, back to him. She heard him come in and knew that if he saw her awake that the peace and quite that she found, wasn't going to last any longer. So she closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping. He walked over and saw that she was sleeping. He silently walked over and gently carressed the top of her forehead with his thumb. He bent down next to her and whispered, " I am soo sorry for everthing that happened, everything that is happing, and for what's about to happen." As he said the last part he felt a tear roll down his cheek.
He walked out of the room, forgetting to even close the door, and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and picked his weapon. While he did this Catherine's eyes flew wide open, she heard the pills rattling, and she heard what he said, and she knows he would do it. She rocketed out of bed so fast, and ran to the bathroom, where Warrick was taking a bottle out of the cabinet.
"Warrick STOP!" He didn't stop but he turned around and continued to find the right bottle.
"Warrick please stop..." She sounded desperate, but he didn't hear it all he heard was her first attempt.
"Why should I?" He said it was a calm voice, it was an anger, hurt, and agressive voice. Right then he picked a bottle, closed the cabinet, and put water in the bathroom cup. Her eyes got even wider, and she started crying hysterically.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU WARRICK... BECUASE I LOVE YOU!" She stepped closer to him and horsly kind of whispered.
"Don't make me hate you Warrick, please don't make me hate you." As she was crying this statement in his face, she hit him the hardest her body would let her, and nearly knocked him backwards. But he didn't hear the words, he didn't feel the blows, his mind was still focused on opeining the bottle. Now she was slowly falling, until she was on the floor on her hands and knees. Hitting the floor still crying "Don't make me hate you" All of the sudden, he felt the pain for the hits, he heard the words she screamed. He fell into the same position that she was in, and dropped the bottle. Just sitting there with his legs under him, he slowly dragged them out and he was just sitting on the floor. He went to touch her, but at the first second of contact, she started hitting again, and saying "don't make me hate you," he took the hits, and continued pulling her towards him. She gave up hitting once she was fully in his arms, he rocked her back and forth for what seemed like hours, until all the drama put them to sleep. They lay there, in the middle of the bathroom, Catherine in Warricks arms.. sleeping. All they both ever wanted but not like this.