I'm alive, I'm aliiiive! Lol, so sorry I've been missing for so long which means my summer has been great! But as soon as Emily Procter got pregnant I couldn't help but come up with this oneshot…
Calleigh hopped from side to side trying to slip on her black leather boot which stubbornly refused to cooperate like the other did. Her balance was about lost when she grabbed onto the counter just missing the hot curling iron on the edge near the sink… and to add to the morning rush was her crying cellular phone. She stepped down forcing the shoe on then racing into her bedroom, she stumbled onto the bed digging through the sheets and the ringing became louder.
"Hello?"
"Calleigh, we got a call out."
"I know, Ryan," she sighed, "I'm just running a little late, that's all."
"Okay, well hurry then." Calleigh couldn't help but roll her eyes, his OCD could drive her crazy sometimes.
After running downstairs, on the way to the door, she grabbed her handbag and keys off the table in the clean kitchen.
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Two hummers and other police cars were parked randomly on a drive way beside the lush grass of a rich family's lawn that adorned a tan colored mansion. She pulled up behind one and got out, badge and gun attached to her belt.
The mahogany double doors were kicked in. Her eyes peeped inside as her hands retrieved and cocked her gun. Silence plagued the first open room, most likely a living room for decoration purposes only. The others were probably already half way through the house. She let out a quiet sigh and remained there, knowing how dangerous it can be for them not to know that she was there.
"Clear!" a voice shouted. She couldn't tell from where though. Her eyes rimmed every corner and door which could possibly lead to danger. Suddenly the sound of something shifting caught her ear and she began to follow it…
"All clear!" a familiar voice yelled, "Hey, Cal." Eric raced down the long flight of stairs to meet her.
"Hey," she said a bit heavily, still following the sound slowly.
"What's wrong?"
"I heard something," she admitted meeting his eyes. His reassuring brown eyes stared into hers for a second before he joined her. They entered through the door of what appeared to be the kitchen and she jumped into the open aiming her gun…
"Ah, no!" Ryan screamed dropping his glove on the floor, "Calleigh?"
"I'm sorry." The tense moment became interrupted by Eric's shrill of laughter.
"That's NOT funny."
"Okay, Wolfe, quiet down," he smiled turning to a shame-faced Calleigh, "I said it was all clear."
"I believe you now," she offered a tiny smile.
"Get a room you two... because I have the kitchen." Ryan grumbled picking up his glove, acting as if he didn't mean what he initially said.
"C'mon," Eric urged.
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"The call out said that the neighbor heard shots being fired… so what've we got?" she asked eagerly as they headed towards his hummer.
"Blood pool," he said simply.
"And?" she faced him. His smile was priceless and charming as ever.
"The rest is yet to be found," he opened the trunk and gave her the back-up kit as well as retrieve his.
Upstairs lay the wide pool of blood that began to harden and stink with odor. Calleigh's eyes followed the bed, into the closet and back out on entering the room.
"Where's the body?"
He shook his head and shrugged from his position on the floor.
"I don't know, I'm thinking that the killer took it," he said sliding on his gloves, "it's most likely the owner, Mrs. Russell's body."
She quickly snapped a few shots with her camera before he swabbed some for evidence. They both dusted for prints and searched for anything else they could find to catch this killer.
"Calleigh, could you pass me the tap lift please, I think I got a hair…Cal.? Cal.?" Eric was forced to direct his attention towards her. "What's wrong?"
She slowly turned towards him, "I heard something."
"Sure it's not Ryan? Anyway, I think I just lost the hair… could you find it for me..?" He led her from the door to the closet.
"I got it, here," she dropped it into an evidence bag. Eric watched her worried face, she had the same look when she was lost in thought.
On their way out to the hummers and her car, she kept the same expression her face and it began to worry him. He grabbed her hand and led her over to his hummer.
Her green eyes met his in shock.
"What're you doing?" she wondered.
"Tell me what's wrong. You've been distant the whole time inside that house."
"You won't believe me, Eric," she looked up at him, "I said that I heard something."
"What?" he asked, finally interested.
"It's like, like a cry… I don't know, a faint cry maybe."
He stared at her speechlessly because she was the only one hearing this.
"We checked the whole house Cal., I'm telling you there's nobody besides us here."
"I knew it, you'll never believe me," she walked off.
"Calleigh?" he followed behind her.
She hated when anyone refused to listen to her, especially if it was Eric. Of course she was open to human error, but this time was different: there was definitely something inside.
Calleigh stormed back into the giant house she thought was too big for one person to live in. His words of discouragement were ignored and eventually he stopped talking and followed.
"Cal.?"
"Shhh," she quipped.
"Where'd you hear the cry the loudest?" he trailed behind her on the staircase.
"In the room."
Suddenly she paused at the crème door looking quite unsure what to do. A sigh let her lips in frustration because there was only silence except for the carpet crunching underneath his shuffling feet.
"What exactly does it sound like…?" he asked struggling to believe.
"A faint cry..."
"Another victim?"
"Sh!" Calleigh quieted. They finally heard the soft, barely audible sound and ran to the right of the room.
It was another bedroom of similar detail but smaller and echoed the cry. Calleigh peeked behind the bed and under it and finally threw open the empty closet door. The cry became a scream. The floor was only carpet but a tiny hole could be seen on the ceiling. Eric quickly gave her a boost and she punched the door and it broke like a box then reached in.
"I got him," she confirmed, "let me down!"
Eric slowly set her on the floor and saw a screaming pink face that had hair matted to it from sweat. Calleigh carefully bounced the small bundle in her arms, softly removing the wet blonde hair from his face.
"Oh my God," he was stunned.
"Sh, it's okay, it's okay…" she calmed while discarding his hot blanket and meanwhile he phoned an ambulance.
"Is he?" he asked, just as worried.
"I think so, maybe a little dehydrated," she never took her eyes off him, "did you see any bottles in the kitchen?"
"Um, no," he shook his head sadly.
She finally saw Eric's uneasy look on his face as he felt horrible for doubting him. They could concentrate a little bit more as the crying slowed…