Consequences E/C Fanfic

Twelve

Calleigh looked over her shoulder. She was once again leaving Miami. Alexx was standing behind her closing the trunk to her little hybrid. Alexx had asked her if she thought it would be a better idea if she stayed in Miami a little bit longer. Calleigh didn’t think it would be a great idea. She knew Alexx was trying everything. Yes, Calleigh was suffering just as much if not more than Eric was. She hated every minute of it and she knew everyone who looked onto the situation hated it as well.

“You sure you want to do this?” Calleigh tried to smile at Alexx. All she got back was a slight frown and Alexx crossing her arms over her chest, “Think about what you’re about to do.”

Calleigh faked a smile, “I did think it though,” Alexx raised her eyebrows, “I’m fine,” she knew Alexx was going to ask how she was…and Alexx knew what the answer was going to be. The typical Calleigh Duquesne answer.

Alexx took a step closer to her, “If you need any help,” Calleigh smiled, “I mean any help, you don’t hesitate to call me,” Alexx pulled Calleigh in for a tight hug, “I’m gonna miss you, honey,” Calleigh felt a tear run down her cheek. She wrapped her arms around Alexx as well and hastily wiped it away.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” she missed Alexx. She missed her being at the lab…missed being in the same city. Sure, they would call up each other and exchange humourous emails, but it wasn’t he same. Calleigh knew she couldn’t come and see her during a lunch break as easily.

Alexx pulled away and cupped her face, “Don’t hesitate,” her voice was serious.

Calleigh flashed her a smile, “I won’t,” Calleigh fingered her passport that she had just pulled out of her purse, “I promise.”

“Calleigh….” the words entered her head once again, “I love you…” she felt the air vacate from her lungs. She tried to pay no attention to it as she turned and waved to Alexx once again flashing her a big smile.

“I love you,” the words wrapped around her heart. They’d be with her forever.

…

Eric reached down and pulled out Calleigh’s note from his nightstand. He fingered the loose flap of the envelope. He turned it over and ran his finger over Calleigh’s perfect script. The slight indentations from her pen that brushed over it. The way his name looked in her handwriting. He loved it.

He turned it over again and pulled out the piece of paper inside. It was folded line paper from most likely a pad from her desk. He unfolded it and read it.

Eric,

I’m leaving Miami. It was a hard decision, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t live in Miami anymore. Please don’t be upset, I’m just too confused right now and I thought my move to Seattle would,

He stopped reading and his breath hitched in his throat. He set the paper down on the nightstand and moved away from it slightly. He ran his hand across his face. He scanned through her words quickly. One word in particular struck him. Made his heart stop. Made him think about everything…

“Cal,” he placed his head in his hands and let out a sigh. What now?

Everything was changing. Everything was making him…

Think about…life.

…

Calleigh walked into her hotel room and shrugged her jacket off her shoulders. She was weary. Too much travel did that to her bones. She wanted to soak in a nice hot bath to loosen up the tense muscles before going to sleep in the clean sheets. She was happy she made the maid change the sheets while she was gone.

She flipped open her phone and turned it on. Calleigh had two new voicemails and six missed calls. Well, three of those missed calls were from Alexx, one of the voicemails was too, and the rest of the missed calls and other voicemail was from Nirvana.

Calleigh quickly dialed Nirvana’s number and held the phone to her ear. She got nothing. Calleigh didn’t expect to get anything. It was late at night and Nirvana was most likely…asleep.

Calleigh knew the case went well. They found out who killed whom and the baby was given to a foster home. She smiled to herself and laid down on the bed and closed her eyes for a second. The past days events had been hectic. She slowly ran her hands through her blond hair to ease the tension in her head. What would she do now? Right now she was going to settle into Seattle. At this moment she was waiting for her car, furniture, and other personal belongings to arrive. The house she was moving in right now was a three bedroom two full bath and one half bath. A nicely sized home.

Then her thoughts drifted back to Eric. How he held her when she was on the bathroom floor bleeding from her head wound. Calleigh found herself smiling slightly as she reached up and touched the bandage on her forehead. She couldn’t go to Miami without getting scared.

But the way he didn’t want to leave her.

Maybe he did love her?

Calleigh sat up and backed up until her back hit the headboard. She brought her knees to her chest. She was just too confused to think. She wanted things to be set right. Calleigh wished she and Eric were the same way they were before Speed died. She wished Speed didn’t die. She wished she had checked his gun before he’d gone out with Horatio.

She should have done her job.

Then she let out a wrangled cry and buried her head on her knees.

She wanted Eric.

She needed him.
 
Thirteen

Calleigh bolted out of bed and ran into her bathroom. She almost tripped on the rug she had recently purchased in the process. The next thing she knew, she found herself hovering over the toilet bowl and expelling everything she had eaten the night before. When she was done, she laid her clammy head down on the seat and breathed in through her nose and expelled through her mouth. Then all of a sudden a new wave of nausea overcame her causing her to do it over again.

She pulled away from the toilet and wrapped her arms around her stomach, groaning in the process. She felt horrible. She felt the bile rise in the back of her throat again as she once again vomited. She then braced her hand on the counter and pulled herself up, almost stumbling in the process.

That’s the last time she eats Chinese take out again.

She opened the bathroom medicine cabinet and pulled out a paper cup. She filled it up and sipped at it slowly. In the dim lighting, she looked pale. She knew if Detective Owens or Nirvana saw her like this, they would send her straight home. She hated the feeling of being sent home. Calleigh slowly ran her hand through her hair then over her face. She felt hot and sticky.

Then she dropped the cup causing it to spill at her feet. She turned quickly and bent over once again to disgorge what she had in her empty stomach. She then lay down of the floor of her new house…on the cool tile floor.

She had to get to her phone. She moved slightly to get up and found herself leaning on the walls as she moved through her house. There were still boxes everywhere. She didn’t know when she would bump into something if she wanted to get some water in the middle of the night.

Pausing slightly, her hand hovered over the small cell phone on her dresser. She thought of almost anything…any excuse so that she wouldn’t call Alexx. She knew Alexx wouldn’t want her to be sick. Alexx would be worried about her…and worse…mad at her if she didn’t tell her that she wasn’t feeling well at all.

She dialed quickly and held it up to her ear, “Alexx, it’s Calleigh,” her voice hitched a bit as she took in some more oxygen, “I’m fine,” then she paused, “Actually, I’m sick,” she didn’t know how she was about to throw up again. There was nothing left in her stomach.

She took a step back and ran her hand through her hair, “I’m clammy,” she listened to the woman on the other end, “I’ve been vomiting since I woke up,” she leaned against the dresser for more support, “I’ll be fine,” Alexx was worried.

Calleigh was staying home that day no matter what.

…

Eric fiddled with his car keys as he stepped off the elevator. He’d taken a few days off to spend time with family. He and Horatio both agreed that it would be a good idea. They both knew that Eric needed some time to not think about Calleigh. Eric felt…better. Thoughts still haunted him. He wanted to call Calleigh. He needed to hear her voice again. To hear the way she sounded when she smiled.

“Welcome back,” he looked up to see Horatio giving him a slight smile.

Eric nodded his head in return and took a step forward, “Thanks H,” Horatio nodded, “Do you ever wonder what it’d be like if Calleigh still worked here?”

Horatio nodded again, “Yes Eric, yes I do,” he shifted his positions a bit, “You know what, the things that happen to us all happen for a reason,” Eric looked up at him, “Everything will fall into place soon.”

Eric sure did hope he was right.

Eric nodded his head and moved past him towards the locker room. While in the locker room, he looked over to his right. Calleigh’s locker was three lockers down from his. Swallowing up the lump in his throat, he walked slowly towards it and opened it. He saw a picture in it, a picture of him and Calleigh at one of Valera’s infamous New Year’s parties. She looked so happy. His arm was around her waist and her arm was around his. They both had large smiles on their faces.

Not to mention she was wearing a little blue fuzzy tiara that said ‘2004’ on it. He smiled. She had gotten Speed to wear it. The poor guy had sat down on Valera’s couch with his arms crossed over his chest. Something told him that he secretly was enjoying that.

He flipped it over and read ‘Eric&Calleigh, Valera’s New Year’s party, 2004’ once again he smiled and ran his finger over her face. He didn’t hear Ryan come up behind him.

“What’s up?” Eric spun around and looked at the younger CSI.

Eric placed the picture back in the locker, “Nothing, Wolfe, what do you want?” he sounded a bit too harsh. He didn’t mean to.

“Do you want to tell me in a little more detail about you and Cal?” Ryan stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood up straighter.

Eric shook his head, “You already know what happened,” Eric closed her locker and was about to turn and leave.

“Only from what the evidence tells me.”

Eric spun around and faced Ryan, “What does the evidence tell you?” he felt outraged. He did not like the fact that Ryan would just come in here and ask about his personal life. About Calleigh’s personal life. This had nothing to do with him and yet he was still pushing himself in on their business.

Ryan straightened up a bit, “That you two had sex,” rage flashed in Eric’s eyes. This caused Ryan to take a step back. He knew to never get Eric Delko mad at you.

Ryan knew he made a mistake from the moment it slipped out of his mouth, “Delko, I’m sorry,” he backed up a bit with his hands in front of him.

“Eric, Ryan,” they both stopped and looked at the doorway. Natalia.

“What are you two doing?”

“Nothing,” Eric brushed past both Natalia and Ryan.

He wanted to be alone.

…

Calleigh opened her front door to see Nirvana. She didn’t expect the woman to come around after work. Not that Nirvana didn’t care; it was just, weird to see her outside of work.

“What’s wrong with you now?” she crossed her arms over her chest.

Calleigh breathed in, “I was sick this morning.”

Nirvana took a step closer, “Are you sick now?”

Calleigh shrugged her shoulders, “I still don’t feel as well as I thought I would like to,” Nirvana rolled her eyes causing Calleigh to raise an eyebrow, “Did I say something?”

“It’s not food poisoning Saratoga!” Calleigh raised an eyebrow again, “I ate the same food, remember?” Nirvana moved back a bit, “I’m as healthy as a horse!” she was.

“You think something’s wrong with me?” Calleigh crossed her arms over her chest.

Nirvana smiled a bit, “You’re the scientist, Saratoga, you should know,” Nirvana turned and walked out of the house.

Realization hit Calleigh like a train.

This was not good.

Calleigh backed away from the door and wrapped her arms around her waist. How could this happen? How could she let this happen? From the start she knew that there was a chance this could have happened…she just tried not to remember that night.

She knew what she had to do now.
 
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Oh oh oh! I can feel where this is going! Don't leave me in suspense!:eek:

Awesome, I love this story! This is the the best part you have written!

I can't wait for the next part!:drool:
 
Fourteen

Calleigh sat down in the waiting room. Looking around, she saw numerous women of all sizes and shapes with their husbands. All looked happy as they clasped hands with each other. Some of the women obviously knew each other, given the fact that they were smiling and talking about how far along they are and how well their baby is doing. Calleigh reached down to her bag and pulled out her newspaper and flipped through it. She smiled when she saw a picture of Detective Owens on the front cover with a victim’s wife. It reminded her of what it was like back in Miami when she worked with Horatio.

“Miss Calleigh Duquesne?” a woman in pale pink scrubs asked. Many women turned and looked at her. Some even looked at her with disgust.

Sighing, Calleigh sat her newspaper down in her purse and got up and walked towards the woman. The woman gave her a bright beaming smile, Calleigh tried to return it. She couldn’t.

The room Calleigh found herself in next smelled of disinfectant and rubber gloves. She wrinkled her nose in disgust before she sat her bag down by the examination table. She turned towards the lady who gave her an even brighter smile, “Dr. Rhodes will be in shortly,” Calleigh nodded.

Calleigh sat up on the table and clasped her hands together. She had called Alexx that night telling her she finally made a doctor’s appointment. Alexx had known she hadn’t been feeling well in a long time and offered to come up to Seattle to possibly take care of her. She knew Calleigh did not like going to the doctors, she thought it would be best to be around her instead of some random doctor. After all, Calleigh had only been living in Seattle for five weeks.

Her head jerked up when she heard the door open and close. Dr. Rhodes was a petite blond woman with curly hair and a slightly pointed nose, “How are we doing Miss Duquesne?” she said cheerfully as she pulled on a pair of gloves.

Calleigh felt the sudden urge to vomit once more, “I’m fine,” her voice was slightly more high pitched than usual. She hated doctors.

Dr. Rhodes took a step closer to her, “When you came last week, we confirmed you were pregnant, we only got urine and blood last time,” Calleigh nodded. She felt too uneasy with the thought of being pregnant. So far, only Nirvana knew…she found out, “I would like to take some more blood,” Calleigh had changed into a gown right before Dr. Rhodes had come in, “Make a fist,” she did as she was instructed. She hated when blood was being drawn. It was an uncomfortable position for her.

Dr. Rhodes took a step back and set the blood vial on the counter, “Would you like to see your baby,” she smiled at Calleigh.

Calleigh thought for a second before she nodded, “Okay, I’ll help you into the stirrups,” suddenly Calleigh felt uncomfortable again.

Calleigh closed her eyes when the doctor draped the sheet over her legs and prepped pelvic ultrasound, “Take a deep breath, Calleigh,” Calleigh felt tense. She hated the doctor even more than when she came in. She watched as the doctor slid the gel over it. Calleigh just closed her eyes.

Then she was uncomfortable. She then heard Dr. Rhodes trying to get the image on the screen, “There’s your baby,” Calleigh opened her eyes and looked at the screen, “I’d say your right at seven weeks,” Dr. Rhodes had a beaming smile, “And if you’re about seven weeks along, I’d say your baby will be born in mid-June,” Calleigh closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again and staring at the screen.

It all felt like a dream.

But it was real…

…

Eric finished locking up the evidence when he heard turned to find Alexx behind him. He smiled at her and walked up to her embracing her tightly. The hug lasted for a few moments before she pulled away first.

“Eric, it’s great to see you.”

He felt like he was smiling for the first time in weeks, “It’s great to see you too, Alexx,” he could tell she was slightly uneasy with the situation, “What’s up? You seem a little…tense,” Alexx nodded.

“Calleigh’s sick,” Eric nodded taking it in, “I’m going up there next week in hopes to make sure she’s all right.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he didn’t like how his voice sounded, and the way Alexx sounded, she was worried.

“Eric, I’m just worried about my baby girl. She tells me she has the flu and it’s not lightening up,” Eric hated the thought of her being sick, “I need to make sure she’s okay.”

Eric placed his hands in his pockets, “Well, tell her I say hi,” he was about to walk out the room when he felt her wrap her smaller hand around his elbow.

“Eric, I think you should come too.”

He took a step back and raised his eyebrow, “Alexx, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I ha—,” she put her hand up silencing him.

“Eric Delko! You are coming with me to Seattle!” Eric was surprised by how she sounded, “Horatio already got you a ticket and cleared you to be gone for five days next week,” Eric couldn’t believe he was going to be gone for five days.

He was going to see the love of his life again.

His major question was, would she like to see him again?

…

Calleigh paced around her kitchen. Her right hand occupied her cordless phone while her left held the picture of her baby. She was talking to Alexx; she didn’t want to tell Alexx she was pregnant. Not yet. The time wasn’t right.

“I’ll be fine, Alexx, there’s no need to come here,” Calleigh didn’t know Alexx already bought her ticket.

Calleigh then traced her finger over her baby’s picture. A smile came to Calleigh’s face as she admired the tiny embryo, “Yes, I’m still here Alexx,” her voice became more cheerful. She found herself balancing the phone on her shoulder as she placed it on the refrigerator.

This was her baby.

And his…

This was Eric’s baby…
 
Fifteen

Calleigh lay in bed softly caressing her stomach. It wouldn’t stay like that for long. She dreamt of what the child will be like once it’s born and what it will turn out to look like. She was hoping for a little girl with tight brown curls and Eric’s brown eyes. His eyes would be perfect.

Just last week she was confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. Now she was eight.

She found herself drifting off in a deep slumber. A much-needed slumber after the case she had just finished working that afternoon. A woman killed her husband out of greed. A case she wasn’t unfamiliar with. Many people in Miami killed each other for their money.

She then realized that she was in pain. Pain that shot up and down her spine then throughout her body. The pain then hit around her stomach. She grabbed it and let out a deep breath. She didn’t know what was happening. Her stomach was round, she was nine months pregnant and in labour. She opened her eyes and she was in a hospital. She had doctors and nurses over her.

“Calleigh, I need you to stay with us, you need to push,” she heard a kind voice enter her ears. Calleigh gripped the rails on the side of the bed feeling the pain intensify, “Breathe Calleigh, I need you to breathe,” Calleigh let out a cry of pain and settled down on the bed with her chest heaving. Sweat now coated her body.

“Eric,” her voice was almost a plea.

Then she felt a warm hand wrap around her smaller one, the hand squeezed hers carefully, “I’m here, I’m here,” she looked up to see Eric standing over her. He looked the exact same when she last saw him in Miami, “You’re doing great.”

Then another shockwave of pain hit her and she squeezed his hand letting out a cry. This wasn’t like any pain she had felt before. This was much different.

“Eric…” her voice trembled. She felt her heart skip a beat. She never felt so scared in her life.

…

Eric shuffled his hands in his pockets. He was currently in Seattle with Alexx. He just couldn’t believe that he actually got here. That he would actually see Calleigh soon. Alexx was to his right buying bottled water before she would come over to him to rent a car.

The only worries he had currently were if she would be happy to see him. Would she? Alexx could tell the questions were going through his head.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Eric smiled at her, “C’mon, I wanna see my baby,” she picked up her suitcase and made way to the exit, Eric followed right behind her. He knew it would be awkward to see Calleigh again, but he knew it was well worth it. He wasn’t going to let her run away from him this time. He would not.

Eighteen minutes later, they were on the road to Calleigh’s house. The feeling of both excitement and worry filled Eric’s being. Calleigh couldn’t have changed at all since the last time he saw her.

Could she?

He shook his head and concentrated on the road in front of him listening to the GPS do the talking. He actually thought the GPS was annoying, Alexx had insisted on bringing it with her. Well, saved his printer at home some ink for not going on map quest.

Then he smiled. The very thought of seeing Calleigh once more would make him happier than a pig in mud. He wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to be the one for her. Nothing was going to get in his way this time. He would do anything for her.

Then he arrived.
…

Calleigh sat up straight in bed when she heard the doorbell. Hesitantly, she looked over at the clock. It was a little past nine. Who in the world would come to see her? Only Nirvana would ever come this late at night, but she always had a reason. Mostly because Nirvana’s apartment was a couple blocks from where she currently lived and Nirvana also had a weird tendency to want to eat her food.

Sighing to herself, she pushed herself off her bed and retrieved her robe tying it around her small frame, momentarily brushing her fingers alongside her belly. Undying love is what she felt for this baby already.

She padded silently through the halls of her quiet home. When she reached the door, she stood on her tippy toes and looked through the peephole. She gasped slightly at what she saw. Eric and Alexx on her doorstep. She backed away slightly and straightened her blond locks. Why would they be here?

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes for second thinking things through. She then put her hand on the handle and turned it. When she opened it, Alexx had a big smile plastered to her face and quickly embraced her in a tight hug. When Alexx pulled away, she cupped Calleigh’s face in her hands.

Tears pricked Calleigh’s eyes, she never felt so, happy to see Alexx, “I missed you baby.”

Calleigh smiled and hugged the woman back, “I missed you too,” then her gaze drifted to Eric who was standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. His gaze was met with her emerald eyes.

Calleigh pulled away from Alexx watching after her as she picked up her suitcase and looked around at the house. Something told her that Alexx couldn’t stay away. Alexx had to make sure Seattle was right for her baby.

“It’s good to see you, Cal,” Calleigh’s head went to Eric’s face when she heard his words leave his mouth. She gave him a weak smile. How could she tell him that she was pregnant? Was she even going to?

“Yeah,” her voice was weaker than she wanted.

The awkward tension hung in the air for the next few seconds. It was so thick that you could easily cut through it with a knife. A dull knife. Calleigh shyly brushed away a strand of hair when it fell in her face. She also gave Eric an uneasy smile.

“I’ll be right back,” her voice was weak when she retreated to her room. She closed the door behind her and found herself running her hands through her hair.

She didn’t notice Alexx come up behind her, “Calleigh honey,” Calleigh’s head shot up at the sound of her voice, “I need to ask you something,” Calleigh looked over at Alexx and noticed the white stick in her hand, “I found this when I was brushing my teeth,” travel peanuts were never reliable, “I wanted to see if you had any toothpaste, I left mine in Miami, and I found this,” Calleigh gulped slightly, “How long have you been pregnant?”

The air vacated from her lungs at that very second.

…

Eric rummaged through Calleigh’s fridge looking for a water bottle. He was satisfied when he grabbed a bottle of vitamin water and twisted the cap of and drank a gulp of it. He stepped back and quickly closed the refrigerator door only to hear something fall to the floor.

He looked down and saw slightly under the refrigerator, a picture of something. He squinted his eyes and moved a bit to get a slightly better look at it. He bent down and picked it up in his hands and his eyes went wide.

“C. Duquesne, 7 weeks,” he stepped back and set the vitamin water on the counter. He put his left hand on his head and breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth.

In the center of that photo was a tiny embryo. A tiny baby.

His baby.
 
ooooohhh! I was all tense while reading this. It is awesome! I'm still tense cause now I have to wait till the next part *pouts*:(. This story just keeps getting better!
 
Sixteen

Eric stepped back slightly and reexamined the picture. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Calleigh Duquesne was pregnant. Pregnant with his baby. He didn’t know if he should be upset for her not telling him or happy. He wanted to be happy but he couldn’t help but wonder.

Sighing, he placed the picture in one of his pockets and looked around to see if Calleigh was coming out of the bedroom soon. He needed to talk to her. He needed to know the plans of the woman he loved who just very happened to be carrying their child.

Eric moved towards the room slowly. Once he reached the door, he stopped and leaned up against it listening to the conversation that was held behind the door. It was Alexx and Calleigh. They were talking about the baby.
…

“Calleigh, honey, talk to me,” Calleigh looked up at Alexx and tried to smile, “How far along are you?” she didn’t want to answer that. She wanted to curl up and sleep. That was what she was planning on doing before Alexx and Eric showed up on her doorstep looking for a place to stay without telling her in advance.

Her voice was barely over a whisper, "Eight weeks,” she looked down.

“It’s Eric’s, isn’t it,” Alexx didn’t think, she knew, “Calleigh,” Alexx stopped and ran her hand through her hair, “You need to tell him.”

Calleigh looked up and backed away slightly, “I can’t,” her eyes were almost pleading, “Alexx, I just can’t do that,” Alexx wanted to reach out and hold Calleigh while she was confused. She needed proper guidance and she couldn’t achieve that on her own. She needed Eric.

Period.

“Calleigh,” Alexx took a step towards her.

Calleigh then walked towards the bathroom door, “Alexx, I can’t,” she opened the door, closed it, and then locked it. She wanted to go to bed and forget this even happened. The reason why she moved to Miami was get away from it. Not become closer.

Twenty minutes later, Calleigh walked out the bathroom and lay down on her bed. Now she was going to sleep, like she planned to about an hour ago. She crawled underneath the sheets and laid her head on the pillow and looked at the ceiling for a bit. She felt her stomach churn and she immediately grasped it.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” tears pricked her eyes. She knew she could raise this child on her own. Millions of people did it every day. How hard could it be?

Extremely.

She’s seen the stress get to a parent and the parent kills the child. She shuddered at the thought. She would never hurt a child.

She then calmed down a bit after she rubbed her stomach a bit, then she curled on her side and her right arm supported the pillow underneath her head. She would have given anything for Eric’s arms to be wrapped tightly around her again. She knew that wasn’t a possibility. They weren’t as close as they’d been.

But she didn’t care that night. She wanted to be warmer. To feel safer. She groaned slightly when she moved off the bed again and walked towards her door. Slowly she found herself padding through the hallway and into the kitchen. The light was on its dimmest setting. That was odd.

But then again, there happened to be Eric eating a piece of toast and sitting in a chair. She gave him a slight smile as she walked towards the refrigerator and grabbed the handle. Giving it a tug, she then pulled out her water purifier jug and laid it on the counter. When she grabbed for the cup, her hand missed causing it to fall off the counter and shatter.

“Dammit!” she cursed and knelt down to clean up the shards.

Eric was on his feet in no time. He leaned down to help her, “Dammit! Ouch!” he looked up to see a piece of glass stuck in her finger. Déjà vu.

As if he did it everyday, Eric reached out and tenderly took her wrist and brought it closer to him, he held onto the glass shard and pulled it out ever so slowly. The tension was kicked up a few more notches. That’s when he noticed how close they’re faces were. In just one motion they would be kissing.

“Eric,” once again her voice was a whisper, “Thank you,” she gave him a slight smile again.

He smiled back at her; he missed her voice, her smile. He was happy that he could see it again, “I miss you, Cal,” pain came across her eyes, “And I love you,” this was the most romantic moment ever. Here they were on the floor with glass shards around them with blood coming from the cut on her hand. Romance for CSI’s was much different than the average person.

“Don’t say that,” she pulled away. He had no regrets in telling her he loved her. Again.

He got up and stepped over the glass, “Why would I be joking?” he grabbed her elbow as she turned and grasped a paper towel and wrapped it around her bleeding finger, “I love you,” he hesitated slightly, “and our baby,” it sounded right when he said it.

She stiffened, “How did you know about the baby?”

He leaned in closer, “The picture of the fridge,” she nodded, “Cal, listen to me, I love you and I want you,” his face was millimeters away from hers, “I know you love me too.”

She stood on her tippy toes slightly and pressed her lips against his. He was stunned slightly but his lips began to move in with that fiery passion that was known as love. She then found herself against the counter, he was up against her, she moaned slightly in his mouth.

“I love you,” her emerald eyes twinkled in the dim light.

He smiled, “Do you want to clean up the glass?”

She held up her bloody finger, “I’m already injured,” she smiled, he smirked.

He then leaned down and kissed her again. This was slow and just as passionate, “let’s go to bed,” his voice was no more than a growl.

She nodded and grasped his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Yep, they were in love.
 
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