AN: I will post more when I get the chance. Happiness is based on articles; actually never been to the temple, but that voyage will be soon.
Death
It was 3:37 and Calleigh Duquesne couldn't keep her mind straight. She rested her head on the lends of the microscope. Her head spinning with the headache she accumulated from an emotional night with Eric. She opened the drawers of her desk looking for Tylenol, as her blackberry rung. She sighed before answering, not looking at the caller ID.
"CSI Duquesne." She answered in her infamous, monotone voice
"Calleigh, it's momma. Mary Grace was murdered." Her phone fell through her hands, slamming on the ground. Since her back was to the door, she didn't hear or see Eric coming in. "Oh my god." Her hands went straight to her eyes blocking the tears so they wouldn't fall on the bullet, compromising the only lead. Foreign hands hit her shoulders as lips touched her collar bone. "Oh Eric, she's gone. Murdered." Calleigh sobbed. She turned and her head hit Erics shoulder like a ton of bricks. Murdered lingered in her brain. Murder. "Eric, someone is out there. They killed MG." Her tears soaked Erics shirt. Leaving a dark spot on his shoulder.
"Hey," He lifted her head and cupped her cheeks. "I know how it feels Cal, to have your sister killed. It sucks. And now I can't change what happened, but I will be here wherever, whenever." Tears filled his eyes. He met her one eventful night in Louisiana, and they just clicked. It was like two long lost best friends. Tears filled his dark, lonely eyes.
Tears
Calleigh Duquesne was standing the the threshold of her baby's room. Her big brown eyes woke up, and surveyed the room. The walls were pink with green sea turtles and a black and white picture of Calleigh, Eric and little Marialana hung above her bed, between the two windows. A single tear fell down Calleighs face as the baby opened her eyes.
Eric's eyes.
A sob came out of her mouth as a little boy came in to hug Calleigh, a spitting image of Eric. Her eyes flooded with tears as she fell to the ground, sobbing with every intention to not . The boy knelt down with her, and rubbed her back. "Mama. Everything's gonna be okay." The innocence of a 10 year old told herself to be strong.
Happiness
"Wow Eric, look at these Hieroglyphics." Calleigh's little voice was carried through the huge court yard of temple of Hatshepsut.
Beautiful paintings of daily line in a range of blues, reds, and yellows, were depicted on the walls. Calleigh touched the wall and felt the tremors that sometimes were used to draw more intricate pictures. She made contact with the chisel marks on Hatshepsut's head and a touch of sympathy clouded her.
It was two days ago where Eric found Calleighs secret obsession of ancient Egypt due to her encyclopedias on that very topic. He got the plane tickets, packed her stuff up and right after work they got on the plane. And it was totally worth it. He loved to see Calleigh with a happy face.
"Eric!" Calleigh pointed at a statue of Hatshepsut. "Even though every face of her is chiseled out, she was beautiful"
Eric just stood there as he saw Calleigh, exploding with joy, look around at the magnificent temple, that people built to honor a Pharaoh that took her brothers position.
Eric figured out from her constant babbles that Hatshepsut's brother chiseled out her face from every statue because his anger towards her, but just recently they have found a statue with her face still intact. she wasecstatic to finally see what the Pharaoh looked like, never mind her daily routine, which was depicted on the clay walls.
For once in Eric's life, he saw genuine happiness radiate off of Calleigh.
Long
Calleigh lapped Eric again as they circled the blue track at the school, her blonde hair whipping him. Running another twenty meters, Calleigh stopped and walk towards Eric in a sultry way; though she was completely aware of the people and families that surrounded them.
Catching her in an embrace, Eric kissed the lips of the petit ballistics expert. Still in the embrace Eric, she leaned back. "You know I used to run track? Yep I was the distance runner. I also long jumped. I can jump pretty far." Her smug look reassured Eric.
"If you're so sure of yourself, then there's the pit; go jump." Calleigh let out a happy sigh and ran across the field hockey field that was in the middle of the track. She then counted her steps from the black board and ran until she hit sixteen steps. Getting in the position, she sprinted to the black board and launched herself into a jump that sent her more than halfway through the sand. Wiping herself free of sand, she walked over to Eric, who was clapping uncontrollably.
"Bravo madamoiselle!" He brought her into a deep, romantic kiss. As Calleigh was trying to walk away, Eric grabbed her hand and pulled her into a quick kiss. She ran off and Eric chased after her, getting on his knee in front of Calleigh.
"Marry me. Be my madame." Eric pulled out a beautiful orange diamond out of his running jacket and slipped it on Calleighs finger without her consent. Unspoken words were said as Eric brought her into his arms, and into a mind shattering kiss that brought her in the middle of the Sahara desert. Still though, the two were unaware that the families had stopped and was clapping at the marvelous romance that the two CSI's had radiating off of them.
Reason
"Calleigh" His voice held a sad tone. "By all means, you can leave." Eric said moving his arm near the door. "But if you're gonna, have a reason. Because I sure as hell have not given you a reason to." She looked into his Chocolate eyes that held more than sorrow.
"I'm sorry Eric...I-I" Her voice shuddered as she fell into Eric's arm, tears flowing freely and words ending abruptly.
And for once in her entire life, Calleigh Duquesne felt genuine love seep off of Eric, and absorbed into her heart.
Nonsense
"I love you beautiful Calleigh" Eric looked into her eyes. His eyes screamed passion. Although, his facial expression changeed as soon as he figured out that Calleigh never said it back. "You don't love me?" Eric panicked. "This was a mistake" He started to get up before Calleigh put her hand on his arm to keep him in bed.
"Eric, I like you so much. Just give me time to love you. I don't love easy, hell I don't even love my own parents." His face got a little more subtle before he easeed back next to Calleigh. He rested his head in the crook of her neck.
"Nonsense, because I just love you. I'm just a sucker for you."
"You're such a baby." Eric nestled in farther. She caressed his baby curls that grew on the top of his head; swirling them through her delicate fingers.
"Baby needs his loving" Calleigh simply laughed at Eric.
"Don't worry, it'll come one day."
Hatred
"Get the hell out!" Plates and dishes came flying from where Calleigh was in her kitchen. Eric, unsuccessfully dodging half of them, ran out into the living room. Her cries kept going as her cabinets emptied with pain and agony. Pasta boxes and soup cans were spilled on the floor while broken dishes and bowls were amongst the food that was pouring out of the floor. Her kitchen was a mess. And it was all Eric's fault. All the pain, all the cheating, and all misery that Eric had brought into Calleighs household.
"Why!" Calleigh screamed from the kitchen. "What happened to 'I'll love you forever'? Are you that dense? I'm a CSI for Christ sakes! You knew I would figure out and you still continued to go off with Esperanza!" Tears of agony and hatred fell from her green eyes.
Kneeling down in the mess in her kitchen, she let out quiet sobs and started to pick up random forms of pasta, all the way from spageti to gnocchi. Eric slowly walked behind Calleigh and rubbed her back.
"Leave, you've done enough." She then elbowed him in the shin and got up. Calleigh walked up her carpeted spiral staricase without making eye contact with Eric.
Eric, leaving Calleigh with a broken heart, picked up the parophenilia in the kitchen, put his key on the table, and left without saying a word
Music
Calleigh crept out of bed and got a small key from the sloe of her mothers old pointe shoe. The silver key was held in her hand with all of Calleighs might. Looking over at a sleeping Eric, she tip-toed out of their bedroom and made her way down the hall to a locked door on the left. Unlocking the door, she walked in.
The room had everything imaginable in it. A huge map of ancient Egypt took up one bright blue wall. On the other side, it had her turntable and a few crates of vinyls next to it. A huge bookshelf held encyclopedias of various topics, forensics to horses. It also held all of her college books and her leisure novels. A brightly printed arm chair was in the other corner, that had a plush tiger resting on the chair. With her grandmothers fringe light over it. An article written for the Michael Jackson fans, was stapled above the chair.
Calleigh made her way over to the records. She sifted through her multiple crates of vinyls until she found her favorite one. Her Off The Wall album was still her favorite. Calleigh loved how this album was Michaels first. It was a great album and it showed where his singing talents as a solo artist, before He blew up with the production of Thriller.
The distinct noise that the pin makes when it hits against the record soothed Calleigh bone deep. It authenticated I Can't Help It to a point where it sounded more pure. She wasn't aware on how loud she actually had the record player on, because Eric showed up in the threshold of the door; never knew what was locked behind that door. He smiled as he saw a sleeping blonde, cuddling a toy tiger while listening to the smooth sensation that was Michaels voice. Eric had finally found out Calleigh's happy spot.
Guilty (prequel to hatred)
Calleigh heard a very familiar noise coming from behind the blue car that was Eric's. Moaning and groaning bounced off of her ear drums and sent it to the brain, where she concluded that Eric was having sexual intercourse with a girl. A girl, Calleigh would call her. Not a woman; no woman would help cheat, but an irresponsible girl.
Metaphorically, Her heart broke
It shattered.
The muffled moans echoed through the parking structure, trying to escape the self tension that Calleigh released. Rolling her lips to block the screams that would come out, she subsided to her car, which was next to Eric's.
Sliding into her car quietly so she didn't disturb the two, Calleigh pulled out. Leaning on the horn and glaring at Eric and Esperanza as she made her way out.
Eric's guilty eyes burned her corneas.