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Listening to: Taylor Swift 3

Mood: I don't like V-day

Sorry I didn't update for a couple days...Monday I was sick and yesterday fanfic went all wierd on me...

In The Box

"Come on, Cat, talk to me," Warrick begged. Catherine had not talked to him since she asked how long he had been divorced.

She just lay with her back towards him, almost asleep. The rest of them were looking at the two friends, or at this point once friends, with amusement on their faces. Catherine had been ingnoring Warrick for about the last hour and they all found it entertaining.

Lindsay shivered slightly then wiped her nose with the arm of her shirt. Noticing this, Danny looked at her worriedly, "You 'right?"

"Yeah," she gave him a tired smile and a nod.

"I don't believe you," he responded.

"Well, you don't have much of a choice on this one, now do you?"

Danny sighed, "At least try to get some sleep."

She nodded defeated by him and the tiredness and lay down using her jacket as a pillow. She felt him lay his jacket over her and then heard him laying down not to far away. Only moments afterwards, they were both asleep.

"Sleep sounds good," Eric smiled. He had had his arms around Natalia since she said something about being cold.

"Yeah, it does," she agreed.

They lay down, his arms still around her to keep her warm, and were asleep within minutes, also.

"Shoulders?" Ziva looked at Tony.

He nodded knowing what she ment, "Shoulders."

They leaned back against the wall like they had the first they had been trapped in a box together and she laid her head against his shoulder and he laid his on hers and the lay like that until they finally drifted off.

Catherine couldn't believe Warrick had done that. 3 months! They had been divorced 3 months! He was one of her best friends. Not to mention, what she thought they had at one point in time. She sighed then heard the rustling of someone behind her. She knew it was Warrick.

"Cath, look at me," he said softly.

She turned over and stared him in the eyes, tears threatening hers, "What?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered, seeing how close to tears she was.

"I know. It's just, everything," she sighed.

"Like what kind of everything?" he questioned.

"Love sucks," her head looked towards the ground.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, there was Eddie and that was just, I don't know. And Keppler," she looked at him. She knew that he knew she felt something for Keppler so she continued, "it was over before it could ever really begin I guess. But in between those two is probably the one that hurt me the most."

He pulled her into a hug, "Which one?" he asked, thinking he knew the answer.

"You," she replied softly and then burried her head into his chest and cried the tears left over from each of the mentioned.

He held her quietly, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

With the others

"I am worried about them, Ryan," Calliegh fell into the hug that was offered.

"It's okay," he soothed as best as he could. He knew that Eric hadn't been the same ever since the shooting.

Sara looked at Calliegh and Ryan and then at Greg, "Do you think Catherine is okay?"

"Why?" Greg looked at her, slightly confused.

"Well, since Keppler she has seemed a little, i don't know, withdrawn. You know, like she is afraid to get close to anyone," Sara cuddled up to him on the couch. They had been working as hard as they could and were still waiting for Nick and Stella to return.

"I am sure she's fine. Plus, Warrick is with her," Greg reassured her.

Mac listened as Sara nodded and let out a sigh. He hoped that Danny and Lindsay were fine. He knew they would be. They had each other and Danny would not let anything happen to Lindsay. That was for sure.

"You know," Abby was pacing the room, "Ziva and Tony have a knack for getting themselves got."

Gibbs couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, I guess they do."

"I wish Stella and Nick would hurry," Horatio was worried about the two members of his team.

Everyone else nodded in agreement as he said what was on every one of their minds as Macs phone went off.

Stella and Nick

"Well, this sucks," Nick sighed.

"We should have watched our backs better," Stella nodded in agreement.

"Your phone work?"

"Oh yeah! Where are we?"

"I dunno," Nick shrugged. They had been snuck up an and thrown in the back of, what seemed to be, a semi.

Stella put her phone to her ear, "Hey Mac," ... "Huh, actually, we seem to be in the same problem." ... "As best as I can tell, in the back of a semi." ... "Glad I could be of service." ... "I will try. Bye."

"This way sucks," Nick repeated.

"Yeah."

The Lab

Mac hung up the phone with a sigh, "Add two more to our list of to find."

Everyone in the lab hung their heads...

Gaspo! That suckso! Review! Or I shall send you reject valentine cards o.o

By the way, if you like Taylor Swift post "Our Song" yeah I love her she is the best!