Chapter 3

He watched as her eyes began to glisten, tears threatening to pour. His instincts told him to reach for her but as he took a step forward she moved away.

"Cath...I'm so sorry."

"How could you?" she looked at him and he stepped back, a little confused.

"I'm sorry?"

"How could you lie about something like that?" She didn't look sad as much as she looked angry.

"Catherine, I'm not lying," he tried to reach for her again but this time she pushed him away. She grabbed her purse and began searching through it. "Catherine, he was driving home, the drunk driver hit him…"

"Shut up."

"He was pinned against his steering wheel…"

"Warrick, shut up,"

"They tried everything they could Catherine, there was just too much blood," he didn't know what she was reaching for and he hated telling her the details of the horrible accident but she wasn't believing him.

"Warrick Shut the f up right now!" she finally found what she was looking for and threw her purse aside, opening her cell phone and beginning to dial a number. "I just talked to him last night, watch, I'll call him and he'll tell you….He'll tell you. This is all a misunderstanding," Warrick watched her hands tremble has she put the phone to her ear. She began pacing around the office continuing to ramble as she hung up and tried again. "He told me last night, said he'd be home this morning…He's not answering…I bet he had car trouble…probably had to stop for the night. Or you know what? His phone is probably out of battery…If he's not out of the mountains by now he wouldn't have any signal…"

Warrick watched her slowly lose her mind, trying to find any excuse that would dismiss the truth. "Catherine, let me just take you home."

"No, Warrick, I don't want to go home. I want to get a hold of my husband so that we can clear up this whole mess," she ran her fingers through her hair, dialing his number once more.

"Look let's just go home, we'll make some calls from there," he tried reaching for her and was pleased when she didn't pull away. As much as he wanted to yell, and scream, and just break down and cry, he couldn't. He needed to be strong for Catherine. It was only a matter of time until she accepted the truth.

"Oh yeah! He's probably already at home. What was I thinking! He's probably just sleeping, that's why he's not answering his phone. See…you'll see how wrong you are…how wrong everybody is."

Warrick guided her out of her office and through the hallways of the crime lab, fully aware of all of the knowing and sympathetic glances Catherine was receiving. When they got to his car she was still dialing his number, mumbling to herself continuously, "Come on Gil, answer the phone…please honey answer the phone," she repeated, desperately wanting to believe that her husband was alive and this was all a very big mistake. Warrick's heart broke all over again as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward Catherine's downfall