Deanna rushed down to Worf's quarters. She pushed the button and waited for him to answer the door. She normally would have just let herself in but she felt she needed a minute to collect herself. Worf came to the door in a beige robe and pants. He looked surprised to see Deanna.

"What are you doing here at this time Deanna? I thought I was going to see you tomorrow." He was confused but happy she was in his quarters.

"I just came by to say that tonight and tomorrow I won't be in my quarters Worf, or doing my shifts on the Bridge or counseling sessions. The Captain has requested I stay in sickbay tonight and tomorrow to help analyze and care for Commander Riker." The whole time she spoke she did not look Worf in the eyes.

"Why is something wrong with him?" Worf did not believe 'the great' Commander Riker could be sick or hurt. He was always going around boasting of a great immune system.

"After you two talked, Commander Riker came down to my quarters to talk to me. I...I honestly knew that something was wrong with Will and as ships counselor I have a duty to help everyone on this ship if they are experiencing emotional stress. He wouldn't really talk to me at our counseling session. Then when I knew he had overheard us talk about moving in together, he became more distressed. So I...," she sheepishly looked away, "I knew if I sent you down there to talk you two would really talk and say what you both were feeling and needed to say. As I expected after that Will came down to my quarters to talk with me about how he felt." She left the circumstances of their talk out.

Worf's eyes lit up. "You...you set me up? You made me go down to talk to him so that later on you two could have a little rendezvous in your quarters and talk? Unacceptable! I am not your pawn Deanna. Klingon's do not get used in trysts like this." He turned around and paced toward the window.

Troi was starting to feel more and more upset and confused by the whole situation of her, Worf, and Will. She loved Worf dearly and to have to tell him she used him and hurt him made her eyes well up with tears. She ran after him, wrapper her arms around his back, and sobbed into him.

"Worf please, please forgive me. I didn't mean to ever hurt you. I love you more than anything. Don't leave me, I won't know what to do..." She continued to sob against his back. Her arms reaching as far around Worf's broad shoulders as they could.

He eventually sighed heavily and turned around, still a stern look in his eyes, but his body not rigid anymore. "Deanna, I would not leave you over something like this. I have more honor instilled in me than that. I do not understand how you could set me up though. It makes me question your sense of honor in our...alliance together."

She was shocked to hear him question her honor. Yes she had messed up but, this was the first time they had dealt with anything like this. They had been through rougher times than this. Her brown eyes shown with pain and fear. She turned around and slowly walked out. Worf just stood there dumbfounded. I have done nothing wrong here. She is the one who went against honor and trust, not me. He decided not to go after her. He had nothing to say right now. He felt that maybe tomorrow she'd be calm and they could talk through this. He was not worried. Deanna was a strong woman and he knew she loved him as he did her. Sometimes it was best to wait and cool off, then talk things out.

Deanna went back to her quarters to change into something more comfortable to sleep in when she returned to sickbay. Once she was safely inside her quarters, she slumped back against the wall and started to cry. Long, deep sobs she cried. She didn't know what to feel right now. She loved Worf but Will was her best friend. He was her...she couldn't think it. She was afraid of what it always meant. "I'm too tired to think about my Imzadi." She was startled at the word she had just said out loud. It had crept up on her and before she could even think floods and floods of memories washed over her. She sat there on the floor in front of her door thinking of all the times they had together, especially the first time they ever met.

Picard and Crusher sat down in her office, opposite each other on either sides of her desk. She called out to the computer's replicator to make her some hot coco. "Would you like anything Jean-Luc?"

"Yes I would Doctor, Tea-Earl Grey-Hot." The replicator produced two mugs instantly. Crusher got up and retrieved the mugs for her and her late night companion. "So what was it you needed so desperately to talk to me about?" He asked with raised eyebrows as he sipped his tea.

"I figured out what is wrong with Will. I mean I can't prove it by any medical means but I know why he has been acting so strangely and getting such little sleep."

"What is it? Is it serious?" He was starting to become concerned about a member of his crew.

"Yes it is, he's in love!" She paused, almost laughing at the good news.

"That's it?!" Picard didn't know what to think. Love is a serious matter but why would Number One let it affect him to such a state of condition. "Are you sure that is the only thing that is wrong with him Doctor? Is there not something else, something medical that could be contributing to his sleep deprivation and black outs?"

"There very well could be Jean-Luc. I was just stating the most obvious diagnosis. Hopefully Deanna will be able to get into his mind and figure out what is wrong with him, if there is anything wrong with him."

"Well do you know who Number One is in love with Beverly? Maybe she will return his affection and he can return to his normal duties." Picard was not upset by any means that someone on his ship could be in love. He held love in high honor as a very special occurrence. But if it interfered with your duties on a starship or with Star Fleet then he did have a problem. Picard himself knew all to well how love can get in the way sometimes. He had to push his thoughts back of her. He was a Captain. Not just any captain but the Captain of the USS Enterprise. He learned many years ago that he could never act upon how he felt because as it was seeming to do to Riker, it would have affected his duty to severely.