CSI LV: Dinner and a Movie (Swarrick)

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Zan1781

Coroner
(This has been rolling around in my head for a little bit. The second and third chapters will go back in time a little bit to explain why Sara and Warrick decided to go to a movie, and the fourth chapter will continue on with dinner. I think. This is my very first attempt at Warrick/Swarrick, but... I hope you all like it anyhow!)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.

Title: Dinner and a Movie

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“I’d like one ticket, please,” Sara announced to the pimply-faced, greasy-haired teenager manning the ticket booth. It had been a long week full of one disappointment after another, and Sara was at her wits-end. She was in desperate need of some sort of a release, and because alcohol was not an option, she decided to go see a movie. Alone. It won’t be the quietest place in the world to go, but… at least I won’t have to think. Or drink.

“The movie started ten minutes ago, Ma’am, but if you move quickly enough, you should only miss the previews,” the cashier informed her. Sara simply nodded. “Enjoy the show!” he then added, smiling, as he slid the ticket through the hole in the glass window.

Ma’am? Am I really that old? Sara sighed, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie poster hanging along one of the orange and green neon-colored lobby walls. Because the definition of ‘ma’am’ is… well… okay; it’s a ‘refined lady.’ I guess I can handle that, she shrugged, frowning, as she took note of the faint scent of decomp emanating from her clothing, intertwining with the movie theater’s smell of freshly popped and buttered popcorn. Wrinkling her noise, Sara immediately continued on past the concession stand, realizing that there was no way in hell that she could ever possibly consume decomp-flavered popcorn. Disgusting.

Lost in her own little world, Sara then glanced down at the theater number on her ticket stub, once again sighing. “Thirteen… why am I not surprised?” she mumbled to herself, following the signs to theater number thirteen. “Pirates of the Caribbean. This movie better be good,” she added, pushing the door wide open, and walking just inside of the darkened theater, standing in the back of the auditorium, in order to give her eyes the opportunity to adjust to the dimmed atmosphere. Once Sara was able to see again, she groaned, as she observed row after row of already occupied seats. “Nice timing.”

“Shh!” a boy of around sixteen years old admonished her. “The movie’s about to start!”

Sara just raised an eyebrow, slowly making her way down the aisle, as she scanned for an empty seat. “Damn it,” she hissed under her breath, as she found a seat in the second row of the theater. Could I get any closer to the screen? I prefer the back of the auditorium, although… I guess I don’t really have that much of a choice. “Excuse me, I’m sorry; please, let me through,” she whispered to the other occupants of the row, quickly crawling over their laps in her haste to reach one of the theater’s only available seats. Of course… you’d have to be in the middle of the row, right? “Sorry,” she muttered aloud, as she accidentally slammed her heel down on someone else’s foot.

“Hurry up!” a young woman in the row behind her called out. “I can’t see!”

Sara glanced up at the screen, frowning. The previews are still showing. I know they’re important, but… what’s to actually see? And then biting her lip, she rethought her decision to go out on the town tonight. Of all of the movies to choose from, you chose to see a brand-new one, Sara? What the hell is wrong with you? she asked herself. It’s crowded, you’re late, you’re in the way, she went on and on, finally reaching the empty seat, and throwing her body down into the safety of the ripped and bubble-gummed chair. Taking a deep breath, she sighed, staring up at the screen. But at least I’m just in time.

Before Sara could really make herself comfortable, however, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. “Hey, Sara!” someone hissed at her. “What are you doing here?” the man asked again.

Slowly turning her head toward the sound of the voice, Sara’s eyes widened, as she noticed Warrick Brown sitting just a few seats away from her. “What are you doing here?” she immediately shot back.

“Long story, girl,” Warrick frowned, leaning toward her, oblivious of the two people sitting in between them.

“Do you mind, Sir?” the man directly next to him asked.

“Sorry, man,” Warrick whispered. “Would you, uh, mind moving?”

Giving Warrick a heavy sigh, the man quickly stood up, motioning for both his girlfriend and Sara to also stand, while leaning against the seat so that Sara could slip past the two of them.

“Thank you,” Sara mumbled, as she sat down beside Warrick. “So… what are you doing here?” she again whispered, leaning close enough to his ear so that only he could hear her question. What… is that smell? she wondered to herself. It’s actually not that bad! Soap and aftershave?

“Tina,” Warrick replied, trying not to shiver at the feeling of Sara’s warm breath tickling his ear. “You?”

“Long week,” she shrugged, finally noticing the large bag of buttered popcorn resting comfortably on one of his knees.

“See something you like, Sara?” Warrick softly chuckled, following her gaze to the bag.

Sara shook her head no, remembering the smell of decomp and buttered popcorn. “But thank you, anyhow. So… why isn’t Tina here with you?” she quietly probed, as another preview started to run.

“There is no more Tina,” Warrick quietly informed her. “But that’s a story for another time.”

Sara raised an eyebrow, processing this new piece of information. What… happened? she wanted to ask him. But regardless of her curiosity, Sara nodded her head in understanding. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

Warrick opened his mouth as if to say something else to Sara, quickly shutting it moments later, when the theater dimmed all of the way, and the movie began. What are the odds of running into you here, Sara? he asked himself. And in fact, you rarely ever go out just for fun. Why the hell are you here?

Twenty minutes into the movie, Sara sighed, when her stomach started to growl. Damn, I’m hungry. What I wouldn’t give for some food right about now. I wonder if I can sneak out of this row, without anyone wanting to lynch me?

Biting back a chuckle at the sound of Sara’s stomach growling, Warrick carefully picked up the half-empty bag of popcorn, lightly poking her shoulder with it. “Want some?” he mouthed to her.

Sara suspiciously eyed the bag, shrugging her shoulders in the affirmative. Gingerly digging her hand into the buttery and salty treat, she came up with a handful of popcorn, flashing Warrick a quick gapped-tooth thank-you grin. “Thank you,” she mouthed back, returning her attention to the movie. That was very nice of you!

Warrick just nodded at Sara, before facing forward, and continuing to watch the movie.

Hungry… Sara thought to herself, thirty minutes later, staring out of the corner of her eye at the bag of popcorn still lazily sitting on Warrick’s lap. He won’t mind if I take some more, I don’t think, she added, as she pursed her lips, and very quietly inched her fingers toward the popcorn bag.

Warrick grinned, as he watched Sara’s hand snake into the bag, coming out with another large handful. You thought you could pull one over on me, huh? he thought to himself. Oh, no, girl. Nice try, though! he smiled.

Two hours later, Sara stretched in her seat, blinking against the harsh glare of the theater’s lights. “Well, that wasn’t so bad,” she admitted, glancing over at Warrick. “Actually, it’s really better than I thought it would be.”

“Nope, it wasn’t bad at all,” he squinted at her. “I must have been hungry, though,” he shrugged, tipping the now empty bag of popcorn upside down, and watching several crumbs—and nothing else—tumble to the ground.

“Oh… yeah, you must have been,” Sara gave him a weak smile. “Sorry about that!” she immediately added. “Please, let me buy you some dinner. It’s the least that I can do for stealing all of your popcorn.” And I don’t want to go home just yet.

“Dinner sounds nice,” Warrick told her, slowly walking toward the end of their row, and up the aisle toward the theater’s exit. And besides: I no longer have anything to go home to.

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TO BE CONTINUED
 
(Thank you so much for your kind comment, Cordelia... As I mentioned, I’ve never written for Warrick before; I just wanted to give it a try! Hopefully this chapter will be as enjoyable for all of you as the first one was.)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.

Title: The Sun City Grill and Diner

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The Sun City Grill and Diner

The Sun City Grill and Diner occupied a very tiny piece of land, five miles from the main drag of Las Vegas Boulevard. Although the restaurant was by far one of the best places to eat in the entire city, it was considered a ‘hole in the wall,’ and tourists rarely visited the eatery; which is why it was one of Warrick’s favorite places to frequent.

After climbing out of her car, and staring up at the façade of the building, Sara raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Warrick, are you sure that this place is… sanitary?” she hesitantly asked him.

“Of course I am, Sara,” he smiled, walking over to her car and leaning against the side paneling. “You’ve really never eaten here before?” he asked her, completely surprised.

Sara slowly shook her head no, frowning at the dilapidated building standing in front of her. Truth be told, Warrick, it looks like it could be the location of a crime scene: the paint is chipping, the sign is broken, the door is rusty. I hope that the food here is safe to consume!

“I know that it doesn’t look like much,” Warrick carefully told her. “But I assure you, the food here is really pretty good. If you’d rather, though, we can still go somewhere else,” he offered, glancing at the bar and grill. But it’s quiet here, girl. And I’d like to talk to you, without mobs of tourists interrupting us.

“No, this place is fine,” Sara replied, mustering up a smile for him. Shutting her car door, she stood just beside Warrick, waiting for him to lead her inside. “If you say it’s good, I’m sure it’s good.”

“It’s not just good,” Warrick flashed her another small smile. “It’s damn good.”

Sara chuckled, as they finally started to move toward the Sun City Grill and Diner. “Well when you put it like that,” she grinned at him. “I’m sure it’ll be perfectly fine.”

Warrick nodded, holding the door open for her so that she could walk past him. As he followed her inside, he was instantly hit with the great smell of cooking food. Grease, mixed with the scent of cheese, meat, fries, onions, and tuna fish, instantly hit his nose, causing him to smile in anticipation of the meal that he was about to eat. Rubbing his hands together, he stood beside Sara, waiting for a hostess to come and show them where to sit.

Noticing the décor of the tiny restaurant, Sara’s eyes widened with interest; the walls were covered in images of old downtown Las Vegas, giving the place a sort of a vintage feel to it. “Excellent,” she commented, as her gaze fell upon photos of some of Las Vegas’s greatest actors, singers, politicians, and heroes. This place might actually have some potential, she thought to herself.

Catching a glimpse of Sara’s appreciative expression, Warrick nodded his approval. “I like the photographs, too, girl,” he informed her, as Jennifer, their waitress, walked up to them. Smiling at the young woman, he quickly said, “Two, nonsmoking, please.”

“Right this way, Sir, Ma’am,” she nodded, grabbing two menus from the tray, and leading Warrick and Sara toward a fairly empty end of the establishment. “Our specials for today are grilled cheese with tomato soup, meatloaf, spaghetti with or without meatballs, and a tuna melt with French fries.” Hot damn, you’re good looking, she thought to herself, unobtrusively checking Warrick out.

“Thank you,” Sara smiled at the other woman, accepting the menu from her, and narrowing her eyes. Are you checking him out? she wanted to asked the waitress. I think you are! she grinned, waiting for her to leave. Once she was gone, Sara cleared her throat, deciding to keep her observation to herself. “So… what’s good here?” she asked him, instead.

“Well,” Warrick mused. “Pretty much everything, actually,” he grinned at her over the top of her menu. “But I have to get a barbecue bacon cheeseburger. Would you mind?”

Sara raised an eyebrow, expertly holding back her gag reflex. “Not at all, Warrick. That’s fine,” she assured him. Burnt cow on a bun, several slices of burnt pork, a slice of cheese, all smothered in barbecue sauce. Tasty. “I think I’m going to have the grilled cheese and tomato soup, though,” she announced. “I’m feeling a little bit chilly, and I think that the soup will warm me up,” she glanced down at her short-sleeved shirt, frowning. You knew that it was going to be cold today. Why didn’t you plan ahead?

“I’m sorry, Sara,” Warrick instantly replied, concern filling his eyes. “Would you rather just go home? We can grab food some other time!” he told her. Although… again, I really have nothing to go home to.

Sara shook her head no, raising her gaze to meet Warrick’s. I really don’t want to be home alone right now, so food is fine. “I’m okay, I promise you,” she assured him, smiling up at the waitress when she arrived to take their orders.

“What can I get for you, Ma’am?” Jennifer asked, gnashing her teeth against a piece of gum, and holding her order pad up in front of her face.

“I think I’ll have the grilled cheese with tomato soup special,” Sara informed her, sliding the menu to the very edge of the table.

“Anything to drink?”

“Just some water, please.” I hope the glasses are clean, though, Sara thought to herself.

Jennifer just nodded, before returning her attention to Warrick. “And for you?” Sweet cheeks.

“Uh…” Warrick frowned at the waitress. “I’ll have the barbecue bacon cheeseburger,” he told her, handing over the menu. “With a glass of coke to drink.”

“Your order will be up in a few minutes,” Jennifer smiled at the two, before turning on her heels, and walking away.

Sara raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s going on with you, Warrick?” she quietly asked her friend and colleague. Might as well just cut to the chase.

Warrick sighed, leaning back against the booth, his legs sprawled out in front of him, underneath the table. “Tina is upset with me,” he admitted. “I think this could be the end, Sara.”

“What makes you think that, Warrick?” she asked, staring down at the table. “I mean, couples fight, right? It can’t be all that bad.” My parents certainly fought. They fought all of the time, as a matter of fact.

Warrick shrugged. “This time it can be all that bad; she kicked me out, and then sent me my wedding band by way of certified mail.”

This little piece of information made Sara stop in confusion. “What? Why?” she bombarded him with questions, before frowning, and forcing herself to slow down. “Wait a minute, I’m sorry, Warrick. That’s really none of my business.”

“It’s okay, girl,” Warrick tried to smile. “I mean, damn, I really brought this one upon myself. I accused her of cheating on me,” he again shrugged.

Sara looked up at Warrick, not entirely sure what to say. “And you were wrong?” she simply asked him.

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Several months prior, the Brown residence

“Honey, I’m home!” a very excited Warrick announced, stepping through the front door of the home that he shared with his wife, Tina. Clutching a dozen red roses in his hands, he carefully set his kit down in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes. “Tina?” he called out. “Babe, where are you?” I know that I’m home early, but Grissom let us all go a couple of hours ahead of schedule. Somethin’ about a new incentive program, to make us value our jobs a little bit more. Works for me though, he grinned to himself, trying to wipe the smile off of his face.

Damn, it’s cold in here! Warrick shivered, walking into the living room in order to check the thermostat. Seventy? C’mon, baby, you know the rules. Air conditioning is expensive. Seventy-two degrees is perfect, he frowned, changing the set temperature, and nodding in satisfaction as he heard the air conditioning unit definitively click off. “Tina?” he called out again, moving into the kitchen, and setting the flowers down on the counter.

Glancing over at the kitchen table, Warrick grinned. Baby, that’s so nice of you! he thought to himself, taking in the table set for two; plates, napkins, silverware, and flowers. The only thing missing now is my beautiful wife, he mused, as he once again picked up the roses, clutching them tightly in his sweaty palm. Damn, Nicky, the flowers were a great idea. She’ll love these; I know she will, he smiled, as he slowly continued his journey through the house. But I wonder what’s going to be for breakfast? I could go for some bacon and eggs… that is for sure.

So where are you hiding, Tina? Quietly glancing up the stairs, Warrick frowned, before remembering that he was actually home a little bit early today. I betcha my baby is sleeping like a baby, he grinned to himself, before slowly starting to climb up the stairs. Well that’s fine by me.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Warrick stiffened, as he heard noises coming from his bedroom. “Tina?” he softly called out, not wanting to frighten her any more than she was apparently already frightened. “It’s just me, baby!” he announced himself a little bit more loudly. Damn! I shoulda called ahead or somethin’!

Resuming his trek down the hallway, Warrick stopped once more, after hearing something crash to the ground. “It’s okay! I’m okay!” he heard his wife’s voice call out, as the unmistakable sound of the shower water being shut off in the master bathroom filled his ears.

I talk to myself when no one is around, too, Warrick broke out into a grin. But at least now I know why you weren’t answering me. You were just taking a shower! Closing the rest of the distance between himself and the bedroom, Warrick turned the knob, and flung the door wide open.

At that moment, a totally nude Tina, complete with water dripping from her body, stepped out of the confines of the master bathroom. “Well hot damn,” Warrick teased her. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he commented, leaning against the doorframe.

“Warrick?” Tina froze, the smiling suddenly disappearing from her face. “Why are you home so early?” she asked him, her face turning ashen.

“Why am I home so early?” he repeated her question, feeling the temperature in the room drop another five degrees with the tone of her voice. But then Warrick caught movement out of the corner of his eye. What’s that? Did we have a puppy that I don’t know about? he asked himself, his brain trying to rationalize movement that should not be in his bedroom.

“You’re… you’re not supposed to be home for another two hours!” his wife protested.

Don’t do it, Warrick. Don’t turn your head. It will only confirm what you already suspect. But his head disobeyed his brain, as Warrick turned his gaze to take in the bed. “Who the hell are you?” he angrily hissed.

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The Sun City Grill and Diner

“And you were wrong?” Sara quietly repeated her question, concerned at the blankness in her friend’s eyes.

Warrick slowly shook his head. “No, damn it. I was right.”

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TO BE CONTINUED
 
Rakel Sidle, I'm glad you're liking this story! And sissi, I fell in love with Swarrick because of... I dunno! But then again, I fall in love with every ship out there. And Raven, I'll update my story when you write a certain... OTHER Swarrick fic. Hehehe!
 
(First of all, thank you to Ruzila and Joy22, for their much needed Tina facts; some of their facts gave me an idea for this chapter. And secondly, I really want to thank all of you for your comments on the previous chapter. I am glad that people are reading this fic, and I am so excited to know that you are enjoying what you are reading. Hopefully, this chapter won’t disappoint you!)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.

Title: The Betrayal

Rating: T
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The Sun City Diner

Ignoring everyone else in the diner except for Sara, Warrick frowned. “Long story short,” he stared down at his barbecue bacon cheeseburger. “I caught her with another man. And I’m not talking about catching her with another man doing something innocuous, either.”

“Oh,” Sara sighed, her attention completely on her friend. “I’m really sorry, Warrick. I know how that feels,” she mumbled, remembering Hank, and how he had led her on. And the feeling is not a good one. Glancing down at her grilled cheese, Sara twirled a Fry fry in one hand, before dipping it into her ketchup, and looking up at him again. “So you said that she kicked you out, after you found them?”

Warrick simply nodded, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. “She kicked me out that night, and said that it was over between the two of us. It’s actually ironic, though,” he continued, raising his gaze to meet hers.

“What is?” Sara asked, a little bit puzzled.

“We’re supposed to be criminalists, right? Criminalists from one of the best crime labs in the country?” Sara nodded. “Well, I didn’t even see this coming. I mean, hell, she must have been sleeping with him for months, in my bed, right under my nose; and the great Warrick Brown didn’t even notice it,” he heavily sighed. Talk about irony.

Sara picked up another French fry, dipping it into her ketchup. Pursing her lips, she took a moment to carefully choose her words, before popping the fry into her mouth. “If you were in love, Warrick,” she chewed and swallowed her food. “I can understand why you wouldn’t have noticed anything wrong. Your… love would have contributed to you being unaware of everything that was going on around you.” At least I’ve heard that love can be blinding.

Warrick raised an eyebrow. “But that’s just it, Sara. Tina accused me of never loving her in the first place. And in hindsight, she might have been right.”

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The Brown Residence, several months prior

“Who the hell are you?” Warrick repeated his question, dropping the roses to the ground beside him. “Huh? Who the hell are you?” he stared at the man, waiting for some sort of an answer to his question.

The man looked from Tina, to Warrick, and back to Tina again, anxiously tucking the rumpled sheet around his lower body. “I, uh—” he stammered. Glancing down at the bed, the man frowned. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Warrick,” Tina cautiously spoke up, trying to get his attention. “Warrick, this isn’t what it looks like!”

“Oh?” Warrick asked, frowning. “And just what does this look like to you, Baby? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like my wife is stepping out on me.”

“Warrick, I just—” Tina started to say.

“Wait a minute,” Warrick hissed, as his gaze fell upon the clothing strewn around the bedroom floor. “I don’t understand,” he frowned, as he took in her nurse’s uniform, a pair of green scrubs, and the part of a last name embossed on a hospital nametag. But truth be told, Warrick did understand; he now knew exactly what was going on, although his mind still refused to accept the truth that his eyes were trying to show him. Are you… are you cheating on me with one of the doctors from your hospital?

“Robert, maybe you should just leave,” Tina whispered.

Warrick immediately snapped his head back toward the bed, squinting at the mystery man. Okay, so I wasn’t one-hundred percent correct. “Oh, no. Oh hell no!” he screamed, getting a good look at the person occupying the middle of his bed. “Robert? The ex-husband doctor, Tina? Shit!” he yelled.

“Warrick, I’m sorry, we just—” she tried to explain.

“What the hell are you doing here, Robert?” Warrick interrupted her statement, as his eyes narrowed. Without giving the man a chance to reply, he continued. “I don’t believe this, Tina! You’re cheating on me with your ex-husband? What the hell!”

Robert finally sprang into action, climbing out of the bed, with the sheet still wrapped tightly around his waist. “Tina, I’ll call you later,” he mumbled, trying to scoop up his clothing as quickly as possible.

“Like hell you will!” Warrick angrily told him, watching as Robert gathered up all of his belongings. “But get the hell out of my house! Now!” Stepping aside so that Robert could more easily pass by him, Warrick stood with his hands on his hips.

Robert glanced at Tina once more, before hesitantly rushing by Warrick—as if afraid that the other man would punch him at any moment—and flying down the stairs. Moments later, Warrick heard the front door slam shut, followed by a car door slamming, and an engine from somewhere down the street roaring into action.

“Warrick—”

“How could you, Tina?” Warrick quietly prompted his wife, the hurt and anger still evident in his eyes. “I came home to surprise you, and I got the surprise of a lifetime! How could you?” he repeated his question.

“We didn’t plan for this to happen, Warrick,” she calmly informed him, wrapping her bathrobe even more tightly around herself. “It just did! I work with him, for God’s sake! I see him all of the time. And it just happened!”

Warrick sadly shook his head from side to side, turning around in order to walk out of the room. “I still can’t believe it,” he mumbled under his breath. How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?

“Don’t you even dare start playing the role of the victim!” Tina suddenly screamed at Warrick. “Because this is all your fault, anyhow!”

“…What?” Warrick stopped dread in his tracks. “How is this all my fault?” he asked, turning around to stare at her. “I don’t seem to recall inviting your ex-husband over here, helping him undress, and then forcing the two of you to do whatever it is that you were doing on our bed,” he angrily told her, the hurt and frustration once again starting to show in his voice.

“This wouldn’t have happened had you loved me!” Tina blurted out.

“I… huh?” Warrick swallowed, furrowing his eyebrows. “What do you mean, Tina? I asked you to marry me, didn’t I?” he pointed out. “I believe I said my ‘I-do’s’ with you, rather than someone else!”

“But you don’t love me,” she repeated, cautiously moving toward the bed. “You only married me because of Nick!”

“That’s not true, and you know it!” Warrick spat back, the anger seeping into his voice. “That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Oh? When did you propose to me?” she lowered her voice into a whisper, waiting for him to answer her question.

Warrick looked confused. Why should that even matter?

When Warrick didn’t reply to her, however, Tina answered her own question. “Two days after he was found.”

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, Tina!”

“True,” she shook her head. “But it means that his death made you realize what you were missing in your life.”

“Yeah, you!” Warrick tried again. “My life was missing you!”

“No, Rick. Your life was missing a family. And you thought that I could fill that empty void for you. You don’t love me,” she informed him, once again quiet and calm. “You definitely love someone, but it isn’t me.”

“This is ridiculous!” Warrick shouted, his voice rising in anger. “Of course I love you!”

“I’m doing you a favor, Warrick,” Tina continued, sitting down on the bed. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I’m doing you a favor.”

“What are you talking about? What favor?”

“I’m leaving you, and Robert and I are going to get re-married. I love Robert, and he loves me. And you love someone else.”

Warrick’s jaw dropped open, as he stood with his hands on his hips. This isn’t happening. I know this isn’t happening. “You’re getting back together with him?” he asked, missing the part of her statement about him being in love with someone else.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tina shot back. “I love him, Warrick! I love him more than I ever loved you. I’ll give you time to pack your bags, but then I want you out of here.”

Warrick ran a shaky hand through his hair, before turning around in stunned silence, and walking out of the door.

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The Sun City Diner

Sara listened to Warrick’s story without interrupting him once. When he was done, she waited a moment, before gazing up at him. “You said that Tina accused you of not loving her, and that in hindsight, she could be right,” she referred him back to his earlier statement.

Warrick nodded, grabbing his glass of coke, and taking a quick swig from it. “Yeah. She might be.”

“What makes you think that?” Sara softly asked.

Warrick sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because before I proposed to her, I did a lot of thinking… a lot of thinking about Nicky. I was so desperate for a family, Sara. I was so desperate to find happiness, before something happened to end my life,” he swallowed. “And I was in a relationship with Tina at the time, so… it just made sense to me to propose to her. But—“ he trailed off.

“But what?” Sara quietly prompted him.

“Tina was right about something else, too.”

“Oh?”

Warrick cleared his throat, loosely resting his hands on the table in front of himself. “When I proposed to her, I think I was really in love with someone else."

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TO BE CONTINUED
 
ok i just read all 3 chapters in one sitting...all very good by the way and i really really want to see another chapter!! i think you've captured the characters wonderfully. please post another chapter soon!! :)
 
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