A/N: Here is chapter twenty-one for your enjoyment. Thanks to the reviews they've been great! Please continue to read and review. I'm greatful for all of your support, without it I probably wouldn't be writing.
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Chapter twenty-one

Catherine's head was spinning. How was she supposed to explain to her Warrick what was going through her head, when even she didn't understand it. It just came out so quick.

Oh my God. I'm not going to be able to do this, not without breaking down again.

Warrick sat behind the wheel of his SUV, grasping glances at Catherine as he drove to his place, being sure to stick to the speed limits, not wanting to get shouted at by the woman sat next to him.

Catherine didn't even notice the song that came on the radio. It was her song. The song her dad used to sing to her when she was little.

She'd never told anyone about her life when she was a child. Yes, people knew about her life as a dancer on the strip. God, some of the guys at the lab even saw her dance a few times. But her life before high school, the time when she had both of her parents under the same roof, being civil to each other. That was an entirely different story. One that she did not wish to divulge with anyone any time in the near future.

Catherine rested her head on the window as Warrick pulled up the drive to his place. A wave of nausea suddenly hit her. She needed to cool down, and fast.

Warrick swung the SUV into his parking space out side of his small townhouse. Looking over to Catherine, he saw her eyes closed and her head still resting against he cool passenger window.

Carefully climbing out of the SUV, he walked over to Catherine's side and opened the door, causing Catherine to come out of the deep thoughts that had keep her silent for the entire journey.

"Sorry babe." Warrick looked straight into Catherine's tired eyes as she pulled herself upright.

"It's okay 'Rick." Catherine swung herself 'round and slid out of the SUV. Mustering all the energy she had left, just to walk to the front door of Warrick's place.

Warrick shut the door, promptly following after her, to allow her access to his sanctuary.

Catherine lazily walked in and placed herself on the couch that was located in the centre of the living room.

Warrick threw his key's on the kitchen counter and dropped himself next to Catherine, pulling her close.

"Ya know, you still have a few of your things here from the last time you stopped. If you wanna stay here..." Warrick lent his head on Catherine's while she rested hers on his shoulder.

"I'd like that. But, you've only got one bed." Catherine pulled herself closer to Warrick, absorbing every last bit of the heat he was letting off.

"We can snuggle." Warrick wrapped his arm around his special girl that little bit tighter as he felt her begin to shake.

Silently, Warrick and Catherine made their way to the bedroom, slid between the sheets and snuggled close to each other.

Catherine lay on her side, her head on Warrick's chest. Her right hand just above his crotch.

Warrick lay on his back, starring down at the strawberry blonde with which he was sharing his bed. His right hand wrapped around her waist. His left, was entwined with her right.

"You can tell me in the morning Cat. Get some rest." Warrick felt Catherine nod, and then she gave in to the powers of sleep that had been calling her for days.

Warrick soon followed, after listening to her steady breathing for a short while.

Feeling the need to make sure nothing happened to her, he wrapped his arms a little tighter around the beautiful woman and drifted off to the land of dreams.