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Rated M - sexual innuendos & language.

Warrick left Jules and Nick's house abruptly too.

Here are his thoughts as he drove away.

What did he do once he left? Where did he go?

How does HE handle rejection?

Read on and review...

He drove down the street toward his home but he wasn't sure he even wanted to go home. He thought about going to the bar and getting a buzz on but he wasn't sure he even wanted to do that. What he really wanted to do was follow Trista home. He wanted to knock on her door and make her understand that he didn't take this lightly. That while it was true he has always liked to play the field he wouldn't do that to her. If he was willing to see where this went, it really did mean he took it seriously.

He has known Trista for years because she and Jules have been very close since their junior year in high school; she is the closest thing that Jules has to a sister. He would never jeopardize the relationship that Jules has with Trista or the one he has with Trista.

Warrick has always treated her as family…He even fights with her as if she was family. He has cared about her long before he felt the feelings he feels for her now. He loved her as Jules' best friend… So there was absolutely no way he would take any of this lightly…He just knows when he sees something that could turn into much more…and he was thinking this could very well be it.

The fact was he never intended for this. He never even saw it coming. Never in a million years did he expect it. In fact, if someone would have told him this a month ago he would have laughed in their face and shook his head adamantly. "Not a chance," he would say. And yet, here he was, driving down East Charleston wondering if he should take his chances and go talk to Trista.

But, he knew Trista. She was a tough one. If she tells you to leave her alone she means it. She has just as much fire in her as his sister. He wondered if she might haul off and let him have it if he ever just showed up on her doorstep. He could handle her fury…he just didn't want to put them in a bad position and make things worse. After all, he wanted to date her, not drive her away.

Warrick thought back to some of the funny things that went on with him and Trista in the past. He and Trista had always had good laughs together. They never failed to fire one another up or have a fun conversation - even if it meant they were sparring. She could come up with the best one liners, not that he would ever admit that to her. He chuckled knowing how she loved to get him all disgusted by bringing up Nick and Jules. She would purposely wait for Nick and Jules to walk out of the room, lean over close to him and whisper, 'Bet they just went to go fuck." It freaked him out every time.

As Warrick sat at the red light he thought about her more and laughed out loud remembering.

"Hey Warrick, I have a question?" she would ask sweetly.

"OH God, what do you want?" he would say with attitude.

"Oh, I was just wondering if Nick banged your sister so hard and so many times it made two babies at once?"

"I swear to God, I cannot stomach you!" he would yell.

"I'm just sayin, maybe he bent her over the dresser or something? You know, to really get it to…"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, TRISTA! You want me to vomit? I swear I cannot stand you!" he would yell making her cackle like a hyena.

Warrick smiled.

He remembered at Easter how when she was clearing the table off…

"Damn woman, I am glad to see you know your place! Don't forget to scrape my plate before you take it to the sink," he teased her purposely to piss her off.

"Hey, Warrick?" she said standing with a plate in her hand.

"Yea?" he'd smirk.

"How about you go get yourself a can of Shut the Fuck up?" she spat back at him.

"Baby Girl," he'd yell, "…you see how she talks to your brother!" he would complain to his sister just to annoy her more.

Warrick took a deep breath.

Now, thinking of her and seeing her in a different light, made him want to enjoy her company more. Enjoy her one liners, enjoy their childish teasing, enjoy their conversation and even if they didn't fall back into bed he still wanted to hang with her.

He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel.

"What the fuck has happened to you, man? My God you sound like NICK? Uck! Snap the hell out of it, man!" he yelled out into the empty car.

Warrick swallowed hard and decided to call Greg.

"Hey Sanders, wanna go Murphy's tonight? I thought we could use a night out to hunt the Honeys... Whaddya say?" he asked.

"Nah man, I gotta go into work! You and Nick have off tonight…you know that means the rest of us are working!" he complained.

"Aw, yeah, sorry, man…don't mean to rub that in…" he laughed.

"Next time…and find me a lady if you can," he laughed back.

"Yep, will do," Warrick said with no intention of doing so.

"Fuck…you cannot stay home all night thinking about that broad. I mean, come on, she told you to back off…she told you flat out she wasn't interested…get over it man…you don't need that shit," he growled out loud.

And so, Warrick pulled into the parking lot of Murphy's Bar and Grill and, even though he wasn't dressed as he normally would, he went inside to find himself some cold beer and a Honey to take his mind off Trista.

Unfortunately for Warrick though, as he looked around at all the ladies, he couldn't care less about any of them. None of them seemed to compare with Trista's body. None of them had that cute laugh that Trista had. And none of them had those dark eyes and sweet lips…

Warrick downed his drink that he ordered and put his head back on the wall where he stood.

"Hey there, Warrrrick," he heard a sweet voice say.

Looking over at the pretty girl coming up to him, he smiled.

"Hey, Marissa, how are you Baby," he said leaning in and kissing her hello.

"Not bad, Warrick, not bad…You never called me back the last time we were together. You said you would call me," she frowned.

"Yeah, yeah, about that…would you believe I put your number in my pocket for safe keeping and then washed the damn pants?" he lied.

"Oh really! Is that why? God, I thought you blew me off!" the bimbo smiled.

"Oh no, no, Honey, never! In fact, I am glad to see you…I thought I would never find you again," he said placing his hands on her waist. "Let me buy you a drink, Baby," he said leading her over to the bar.

Warrick bought her a few drinks and then, when he knew he had enough to drink and felt relaxed enough to forget about Trista, he asked her to go back to his house.

She gladly agreed.

As he turned to walk out with her, Marissa smiled at him. Warrick felt sick. He had to be honest.

"Marissa, look, I'm sorry, Honey, but…I lied to you…I just, I am not looking for anything right now…I just need to lay low for a while…sort things out…I'm sorry," he admitted.

The voice inside his head began screaming…"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, MAN? THIS HONEY IS ALLLL YOURS TONIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The tall, leggy, blonde hung on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear.

"Do you think I care, Warrick? All I want to do is fuck your brains out tonight," she whispered and then winked at him.

"I just…I don't want to give you the wrong idea…I mean, you are like a nice girl and I…" he said but she cut him off.

"I'm not as nice as you think…In fact, CSI Brown, I am naughty and I hope you will take me back to your place and investigate me…or whatever it is you CSIs do," she ran her finger down his jaw.

Warrick laughed and threw some money on the bar.

As Warrick and Marissa walked out the front door together and made it to the sidewalk, Warrick saw her only a few feet away.

The beautiful, petite, girl he had wanted to see most walked in their direction.

His heart sunk so hard he thought everyone heard it fall.

It was Trista. And she was walking toward them.

She was looking in her purse, getting her ID ready, as she walked. When she looked up she stopped dead in her tracks.

She didn't want to…he could tell it was a knee jerk reaction. He knew, because he did the same thing.

He swallowed hard and he saw her suck in a huge breath of air. Warrick wasn't sure how long they stared at each other like deer in headlights but it felt like an eternity.

Finally, Marissa, giggled. "Are we going to get your car or are you just going to stand here?" she tugged his arm leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You've got my panties wet and I'm getting a chill from the wind blowing up my skirt.

Warrick didn't answer her. He started to walk away from her and toward Trista.

But, he watched as if in slow motion, Trista gave him a look of disgust and turned around. She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled to the valet who was just about to take off in her car. He stopped and opened her passenger window.

"Yes? Everything okay?" he asked.

"No, no," Trista said as Warrick watched, "I changed my mind…I am leaving."

The valet got out of the small sports car and handed her the keys. She walked around to the driver's side and got in.

Warrick tore over to the car door that hadn't closed yet. He stood inside of it so she couldn't close it on him.

"Trista, wait…" he said squatting down to look at her.

"Hey Warrick, what's up?" she tried hard to pretend it didn't sting to see him with that gorgeous blonde.

"Don't leave…just wait…I…." he didn't know what he was trying to say.

"What? Oh, no, no, it's cool," she waved her hand at him, "I just remembered…I um, I forgot my license….I have no ID," she lied.

"Can we go somewhere? Can we talk?" he asked her.

"Warrick, you have someone waiting for you over there…don't be stupid! Go back to your Honey! It's totally cool!" she laughed with a hidden heavy heart.

"I am not letting you close this door, Trista, not until you let me talk to you," he said hoping she didn't push him away.

"And your Honey? You will leave her standing there? Not very nice of you, Warrick!" she shook her head.

"I don't care…she isn't…look I need to talk to YOU," he pleaded like a guy he never wanted to be.

"Okay, okay, get in," she said knowing she didn't want to talk to him at all. Knowing her heart hurt and it made her mad since she didn't want it to. Knowing there was a lump in her throat from seeing him with the blonde and it might make her voice crack. None of that was okay with Trista. None of it was fair to Warrick since she had no intention of being with him ever again. She just needed to get out of there as fast as she could to deal with her emotions alone…on her own.

So, she told him to get in in order to get away. Trista knew Warrick all too well. She knew if she told him to move he wouldn't. She knew that the only way to get him to move out of the way of her car door would be to push him and she didn't want to cause a scene. So, she did what she knew would work. She told him to get in.

Warrick walked around the back of the car toward the passenger's side but before he could reach the handle, Trista peeled out and left him standing at the curb.

"You little, Spitfire!" he said to himself. "She got me! She freakin' fooled my ass…that sneaky little thing," he said with his heart pounding in his chest.

As he stood and watched her taillights fade, he knew he was admiring her even more.

He was wanting her even more.

Finding her sexy as hell…

…even more than he already did.