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Rated T for language.

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Once the pool became crowded with a few more people, Warrick decided it was time to get out. He grabbed one of the neatly folded towels that were in piles on a deck chair. As he dried off at the entrance of the pool fence he looked over and spotted Nick, Trista, and Sal Del Marco talking by the patio bar hut. He rubbed the towel over his face a few times and when he looked over again he noticed that the young LVPD Officer was getting awfully touchy and flirty with Trista.

"Don't tell me you are making a fuckin' move on her, Del Marco," he frowned and thought silently.

He could feel the annoyance creeping in at just the sight of another man looking at her in that way.

"Oh my God, Warrick, are you seriously getting jealous of someone checking out Trista?" he said silently while shaking his head disgusted with himself yet again.

Still, he found himself unable to refrain from looking away.

Nick glanced over at Warrick and could tell that his best friend was noticing every move Sal made on Trista. He didn't know how to diffuse the situation so he talked a mile a minute to distract them. Sal finally shot him a dirty look as if to say he was such a 'cock block'.

Trista looked over and saw Warrick staring as he dried himself off with a towel. She felt her heart leap and her stomach drop. He looked so sexy glistening with water. His face looked so hot and yet so jealous. She felt a tinge of sadness that she would never be able to be with him. She thought about what Nick had said. She played it over in her mind at that instant "I think he could be in love with you. You two have always dropped everything for each other…doesn't that tell you something?"

Watching him hang the towel over the pool fence and walk toward her made her suddenly want to run. She wanted to get out of there and not feel anything for Warrick. She wanted to chase him away to run him off. She couldn't get hurt again; especially not from someone she cared so much about and someone who was a huge part of her life…huge part of her family. No, she had to stop these feelings. She had to do them both a favor. And so, without thinking about how much alcohol she had already consumed, she sucked back yet another shot.

Nick shook his head as he watched Trista trying to hide her feelings with more alcohol. He also shook his head because he noticed Greg Sanders heading back to the patio bar to join them again. He took a deep breath and wondered how Warrick would feel seeing both men fall all over Trista right in front of him.

Warrick never thought it was possible. He never thought it was possible with anyone never mind possible with the girl he has known, fought with, and teased for many years, but there he was feeling jealous. Feeling intense attraction. Feeling something in his heart that his head couldn't quite understand. And there he was feeling his feet heading over to step in between her and the hopeful intentions of Greg Sanders and Sal Del Marco.

He knew he didn't have a leg to stand on. He couldn't go over there and demand them both to step aside. She wasn't his girlfriend. Hell, she didn't even want him. And yet, his feet refused to listen and they took him right over to the patio bar where they all stood.

"Hey, what's up," was all Warrick could say.

Nick nodded upward at him before taking another swig of beer.

Greg leaned around the bar to grab another drink.

Sal stared at Trista in awe.

And Trista looked back at Warrick.

"Hey back," she said.

"What's up, Rick?" Greg said a bit bummed out that there was yet another person standing in the way of his conversation with Jules' best friend Trista.

"Nothin' but I could use a drink," Warrick said.

"Beer?" Nick asked ready to grab one.

Warrick was about to say "yes" but Trista interrupted.

"Nah, you want a shot dontcha, Tough Guy? I wanna see you fall flat on your face tonight," she mocked him.

"Hah! I can drink you under the table, Little Girl!"

"Keep dreaming, Home Boy," she laughed knowing it was true; she just didn't care.

In fact, she wanted to get drunk and pass out and forget he was even there.

Nick sighed loudly wanting to tell them he didn't think this was a good idea but he figured it was their business and he wasn't about to stick his nose in it.

And so, he pushed the bottle of Tequila across the bar and shrugged his shoulders.

"Make it three," Sanders said.

"Make it four," Del Marco added smirking back at Greg.

Warrick looked over at them thinking he would like to tell them both to not even think about making a move on Trista.

Instead, he kept his cool and his dignity and said nothing.

Nick's face grimaced as he looked at Trista, "Trista, seriously, I know I should shut up and mind my own business, but…you are gonna get sick, Honey," Nick tried to warn her.

"Hit it, Stokes," she smiled and handed him her shot glass.

"Nah, no way, I'm not involved in this anymore. I am done; it's all on you guys," he laughed refusing to pour her another shot. Instead he turned to go talk with Catherine who was sitting at the patio table talking with Detective Vartann.

Trista looked back at Warrick.

"Okay, let me just tell you now, CSI Brown," she pointed at him, "…I am not listening to CSI Stokes over there, and I will continue to drink… " she slurred not realizing she hadn't addressed Greg or Sal, "BUT, if I don't go pee right now I will never make it there, so I call a time out!"

Without another word, Trista scurried off to the house.

"Man, Warrick, that girl is a babe," Greg said.

Officer Del Marco made a swoosh sound in agreement.

"Both of ya, do me a favor, all right? Stay away from her," he said wishing he didn't.

"What? Why? She doesn't have a boyfriend…Jules told me she would put in a good word for me," Greg nodded emphatically.

Sal Del Marco looked over at Greg, "She did? You are such a Loser, Sanders," he rolled his eyes.

"Leave her alone…Just trust me…she isn't for you guys," he said and walked off without another word.

Warrick wasn't exactly lying...she wasn't for them...she was for him instead.

And so...

...he went to find her.

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