What if Jake would somehow pop up in the middle of Calleigh's and Eric's relationship? How would it go down? Would it be EC or would it be CaKe? Read to find out.
Phone Call
Calleigh shifted her position in the comfortable leather seat, snuggling her aching head against it more. No matter how she'd move or where she'd move, it would still pain, and way more. After settling with a new position she closed her eyes and tried to forget what she saw. But the more she tried to erase it from her memory the more she would recall it and clearly, too. It made her head throb even worse.
Suddenly the car screeched to a stop at the stoplight, sending head into the window. She grunted miserably leaning back into the seat. The pain came ringing like a her cell phone and as strong as her heartbeat in her head.
"Sorry," he apologised, "you okay?" Eric watched her eyes squeeze shut as she struggled to seek comfort from the seat, finding no pleasure. He assumed it was a migrain, one of her many effects after finishing a tough case. Over the six months he'd spent dating her, he picked up on the small things just like this. He now knew how she'd react with him when they happened and how exactly to comfort her. He kept staring and worrying about her disturbed facial expression. The light turned green and he drove off, neverminding her not responding. Maybe she wasn't really in the mood to... in truth she wasn't.
Calleigh opened her watery eyes looking through the window at the moon shining...
"How can his fingerprints be on the knife, if he wasn't even in the house?" Ryan asked. He stood beside the white lay-out table.
"I have no clue, Evan said that he wasn't even in the house at the time," Calleigh said.
"Maybe Evan didn't see when he came in and took the kinife? What if he snuck inside." Eric replied.
"Well, do you have any evidence of him entering the room? Did you lift any prints, transfer?" she suggested.
"No, there was nothing...then how is this guy tied to the case?" Eric wondered impatiently.
"I don't know, I..." she paused. Calleigh tore of her left glove and took out her ringing phone from her back pocket. The two waited for her to take the call. As she was about to answer it, she froze staring at the screen. Her surprized reaction and upset huff didn't go unnoticed, although she wanted it to. Calleigh faced Eric then focused back on it. It rang for about thirty seconds before she decided to take it. "Um - excuse me." She practically rushed out of the lab.
Eric's gaze followed her until it could no more. He wondered. He wasn't being over protective of her but knew that wasn't her regular reaction to anything. And he should know. He remained puzzled and glued to the hallway.
"I think Evan was lying to us," Ryan distured his thinking, not too bothered by the two's reaction.
The vehicle stopped for its last time for the night: in her driveway. Eric quickly hopped out and opened the door to the back seat and took up his laptop and closed it. His eyes spotted her body still asleep from the night's drive from work to home.
"Calleigh," he called from the driver's seat door. When she didn't move he walked around to her. He opened the door and she nearly fell out, but caught herself. She squintted her eyes to see him then slowly crept out of the car onto the hard ground. Once she moved away from it he slammed it closed.
"It still hurts?" he asked placing and arm aroun her for support. She nodded, really appreciating his help, but nodded too fast and her lunch came out all over the road in front of her. Eric held onto her weak body, obviously sick. "You should stay home tomorrow."
ECECECECECEC
After she took her shower ever so slowly and practically shoving him off her body when he tried to help, he began to bathe. Calleigh had already dried off and dressed herself but was about to leave the bathroom, when he saw her reflection. It haunted her, she looked like a dead body rotting, which was her definition of being sick. She then faced Eric: his chocolate body moving around behind the translucent wall, wet, hot and naked. If she weren't sick she'd probably be in there, having fun and teasing him when he teased her. She grinned, but only for a second. The door bell had rung and resonated throughout the house.
"I'll get it," she quipped before the bell had stopped.
"You sure?" he shouted above the running water's storm.
"Yeah," she bearly whispered, heading out. As her feet hit the carpet of her room she heard his voice, as loud and rusty as she could remember, calling her name from her front door. Jake. Calleigh jumped awake and her dead body became alive. She ran on her toes to the bathroom and quietly closed the door. And from her desk she grabbed a chair and hitched it underneath the knob. Eric couldn't know of this.
Calleigh walked, this time, downstairs and opened the door to him.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted.
"Hi, Jake," she answered, "you look well." That's all she could get out of her mouth without feeling the vomit rise in her throat. Jake was like a picture; looked the same all the time. In his leather jacket, dirty white shirt and rough jeans he smiled. Oh his crooked, bruised lip grin, it never got old, then again it never got new. She once fell for it, went crazy for it, but now felt sick seeing it.
"You, too," he tried, "so, surprize." Jake smiled brighter and threw his arms in the air. Her brain said smile and go along with it, but she said no.
"Surprize?" she repeated unbelievingly.
"Aren't you? I mean, I haven't been around in so long and now I'm back... free from the gang chasing me. Just think of me being back from the dead like Horatio. Calleigh?"
She stared blankly in his face and no words could come to her mouth. Eventually she looked down at her feet on top of each other and their toes nervously playing with each other. How was she going to break this to him? When, now? But how?
"C'mon, not even a nice to see you Jake, or I miss you Jake?" he started again. She suddenly felt his gritty palm lift her head up by her chin. His cold touch made her shiver and move away. "Can I come in?" He began to step forward and she blocked him by moving into him, which felt very wrong.
"Uh, no. I mean, I'm already going to bed soon. I'm very tired..." she lied, in a way. She uncomfortably moved from his touch.
"Okay I understand, but you look like you might need someone to spend the night with you," he suggested. He cupped her her cheek and moved in for a kiss. An alarm went off inside her, and as he came closer to her she jerked forward, accidentally hitting into his lips. Calleigh dragged herself away from his touch and ran into the kitchen hovering over the sink.
"I'm sorry, Cal. I."
"Leave," she shouted as loud as she could. Then she threw-up.
"No don't do this," he tried to talk her out of it.
"Jake," she cried. Calleigh turned around from the sink wiping her mouth. A door slammed upstairs jolting them from talking. They both faced the stairs as someone came racing down.
Eric bent the corner sticking his pistol out in Jake's direction...the two men saw each other...
