This story takes place the day after Calleigh and Eric figure everything out in my fic "What Do I Have to Do"…Please read that one first! Please ReViEw!

Calleigh slid into the driver's seat of her car, and dialed a memorized number. When Eric didn't pick up she tried his cell phone. Again, she got his voice mail,

"Hey Eric, its Calleigh, I haven't heard from you all day and just wanted to check in. I know you are going to Adriana's tonight, but give me a call when you get this okay? I love you." She flipped her phone shut and threw it onto the passenger seat before heading home. When she pulled onto her street she realized why Eric didn't pick up, he was at her place. Calleigh smiled a little as she pulled her car into the driveway next to his. "You could have let yourself in ya know," she told him lightheartedly as she walked toward him. Eric gave her a sad smile, but remained silent. They had come a long way in only a few hours, now all they needed was to put the funeral behind them so they could truly move on.

Calleigh turned and sat next to him, she brought her knees up toward her chest and placed her hands on them, waiting for him to make the first move. They sat in silence for a moment before Eric took a deep breath and let it out. She knew that he would open up in his own time and that asking questions would only yield part of the story anyway.

"I didn't want to go home," he told eventually. Calleigh nodded softly before reaching up and rubbing large circles on his back with her palm. Eric leaned over after a second and placed his head her shoulder. They stayed that way for quite a while, until Eric sat up and looked at his watch. "I have to get to Adriana's, we have to go over the funeral plans," He stated softly. Calleigh nodded her understanding, still not saying a world. "Come with me?" he asked just as softly.

"Eric, it's a family thing, it wouldn't be right," She declined politely.

"I want you with me tonight," he explained sadly, his eyes begging her to understand. He wasn't even close to forgetting what it was like to lose her, and he wasn't ready to be away from her. Part of him thought that was what made him drive to her house. He knew she was at work and wouldn't be home but he'd gone over anyway and pulled into her drive way. He'd sat there for a while before getting out. He decided to sit on the steps for a while, he told himself he shouldn't be there when Calleigh got home, he didn't want her to think he was being too clingy. But all he wanted was to see her face, to hear her voice. When she pulled in, he wasn't surprised that she understood, Calleigh always did with him.

As soon as she gave him that sad smile, and told him that he could have gone inside he kenw that he was where he needed to be. The ring of her southern voice and instantly made his day that much easier. He'd spent the day at the morgue going though photos of his mom, dropping of her favorite outfit for them to put her in. He'd had to bring everything, her favorite earrings, necklace, watch, and shoes. Daniela had picked everything out, knowing that their Father wouldn't know where to begin, but she had been unwilling to go to there and help pick out the casket. That was up to Eric, and he'd done it without complaint, because it was him or his father, and his father had enough on his mind. They had gone over her will earlier that day, over lunch. It was mostly easy to deal with since Marco was still alive, but things like jewelry had to be divided up between the girls, and Carmelita had included everything she'd ever warn. Eric had only received one piece of jewelry and a folded index card.

"Of course," Calleigh agreed, pulling Eric out of his thoughts. She let herself into her house and locked up her gun and put away her badge before coming back to Eric. They traveled in a comfortable silence, Eric's hand holding tightly to hers over the center council of his car. Calleigh enjoyed the closeness, she liked the way that he couldn't seem to stop touching her, her hand, the small of her back, her hair, her shoulder, Eric almost never let go when they were together.

Adriana, the oldest of the remaining Delko children, lived alone in a small house in Bal Harbour. She lived barely fifteen minutes from Calleigh. She expected the evening to be awkward, but was still disappointed to find that Daniela wasn't there yet. Calleigh had always found Daniela to be most like Eric, friendly and warm. Eric told her once that he and Marisol were the most alike, but after Marisol was killed, he had grown close to Daniela. 'Nobody gets close to Adriana though' she remembered Eric explained to her after an evening with the family. Calleigh and Eric joined Adriana and Eric's step father in the living room and made small talk until Daniela showed up.

"Sorry, I couldn't get a sitter," Daniela explained, setting Eva-Maria on the floor. The little girl ran directly into her Grandfathers arms, and held him tightly. "Richard is working tonight, so Eva had to come," Daniela explained moving to kiss her father on the cheek. Eva-Maria, you need to go play with the toys we brought okay? We have grown up stuff to talk about." Daniela told her daughter, putting a bag of toys down. After Eva-Maria was settled, they all made their way to the kitchen and gathered around the kitchen table. Calleigh reluctantly followed them in, feeling very out of place. Adriana had said but two words to her the entire evening. They each took seats around the table. Erick held tightly to Calleigh's hand resting them both on the table. Calleigh noted that Eric and Adriana were having a silent conversation, when Calleigh glanced at Adriana, she quickly rolled her eyes and looked toward the door. Calleigh decided against figuring out the silent conversation and ignored the rest, until the sound of Eric's father's voice made her jump.

"Adriana, por favor," Eric's father stated sternly. Adriana looked away from Eric to apologize to her father before moving on.

"Well I guess we should start with where to have mama buried." Daniela began softly.

"She should be buried in the plot she bought with papa." Adriana responded instantly.

"Or next to Marisol," Daniela countered, still speaking softly. Eric watched as his two sisters began what would be a long night. He glanced at Calleigh who was watching Adriana closely. He gave her hand an gentle squeeze before turning to his father.

"Where would you like Mama buried?" He asked him.

"Next to Marisol," his father answered softly.

"Who will be buried in the plot next to you then Papa?" Adriana asked quickly.

"It doesn't matter. Carmelita should be with her daughter." He told her softly. Calleigh knew that Adriana was hot tempered from stories she'd heard about her, but Calleigh didn't realize that tempers were rising until the conversation between her and Eric turned to Spanish. Calleigh did her best to make out the words, but Adriana spoke quickly in her native tongue. "¿es necesario para ella estar aquí?" She blurted at the end of her rant.

"Adriana stop it, she speaks Spanish," Eric told her sternly, leaning forward in his chair. Easing back into English as quickly as he'd began in Spanish.

"No quiero le aquí," Adriana snapped at her brother. Calleigh suddenly understand that the conversation was about her and that she wasn't welcome.

"Eric, I can go," Calleigh whispered softly. This was exactly why she had turned down his offer to come.

"Ana, do not make her leave." Daniela stated, placing a gentle hand on Calleigh's arm.

"Enough Adriana," Eric's father cut in again, silencing the family for the second time. Adriana leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes never leaving Calleigh.

"Maybe I could go check on Eva-Maria," Calleigh offered softly, moving to get up, she placed a gentle hand on Eric's shoulder. Calleigh went to the living room, hardly out of earshot of the rest of the family. She sat down on the floor where Eva-Maria was coloring, and picked up one of the crayons and helped the little girl color a picture if a dolphin. Although Eva-Maria was telling her a story, she was listening to the conversation in the other room.

"Very adult of you Ana," Eric told her, using a childhood nickname.

"She doesn't belong here Eric, she isn't family!" Adriana hollered at him.

"I asked her to come, she didn't want to," Eric corrected his sister. Calleigh could sense the situation escalating rather than calming down.

"I bet she didn't," Adriana sneered, leaning over the table toward Eric.

"What does that mean?" Daniela joined in, her voice much softer than the rest of the family.

"She has no right to be here," Adriana stated avoided Daniela's question. Her words punctuated by her Spanish accent.

"Adriana, behave yourself," Marco warned, this time however his voice didn't have the sound of authority. He simply sounded exhausted.

"Why are they fighting?" Eva-Maria asked, when she noticed Calleigh had stopped coloring.

"They aren't happy with Tio Eric and I." Calleigh responded, honestly. Eva nodded, seemingly pleased with the vague explanation. "Tia Ana does that a lot," she explained simply.

"She has no right to be involved with this family hermano," Adriana yelled. "She should have never come tonight. Just like she shouldn't have said what she did to Eva at the hospital," Adriana yelled stand up from her chair.

"She didn't do anything wrong Adriana, she see's people die every day, she tells people about losing their loved ones all the time," Eric defended. He stood as well, the table keeping them apart. Calleigh tried to distract Eva, but was failing.

"Stop it, both of you," Daniela yelled for the first time, "Ana if you want to argue you leave my daughter out of it. Eva-Maria is my daughter, not yours, if I want to be upset at Calleigh for telling Eva, I will. But the truth is I appreciated her stepping in." Daniela said, she too was standing now. Only Eric's father remained sitting, his head resting in his hands. Daniela, sighed and walked out of the room. She found Calleigh with Eva in her lap. Calleigh watched Daniela closely as she came in. "Eva-Maria, why don't you go to the garage and get una botella de agua, por favor." Eva-Maria did as she was asked and dashed from the living room.

"She doesn't love you Eric! I don't want her in my home," Adriana sneered. Calleigh squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sound of Adriana's voice

"You would kick your own brother out of your house?" Eric questioned his voice calm again. Adriana yelled back in Spanish, the conversation fast, their voices overlapping. Calleigh brought herself to her feet, and glanced into the other room,

"I speak the language well, but I can't keep up with them," Calleigh told her making small talk. Daniela nodded, both of them listening to the heated conversation that was still going on in the other room "Listen, if I offended you in any way..." Calleigh started in, using her arm to gesture toward the kitchen.

"Calleigh, if I were upset, you would be the first to know," Daniela said pulling Calleigh to her. They hugged for a moment, before Daniela pulled back and smiled. "Ignore Adriana," Daniela said laughing a little "she doesn't mean any of it."

"I told Eric I shouldn't come…" Calleigh stated sadly.

"You love him, yes?" Daniela asked, cutting Calleigh off.

"Yes, with all of my heart," Calleigh answered immediately. Her eyes glancing toward the other room, where she could barely make out the Spanish words.

"And he, you. That's all that matters, not my sister's opinion, or anyone else's," Daniela concluded. Eric came around the corner then, Calleigh's purse in his hand.

"Come on Cal," he said softly. "Dani, call me tonight when you know the details okay?" Calleigh took her purse from Eric and followed him out of the house, she didn't say anything as she climbed into the front seat of his car. She silently watched Eric as he drove back to her house. Calleigh was unsure if she should apologize or just stay quiet, she turned to him as he pulled onto her street.

"I'm sorry," She whispered softly. Eric glanced at her looking surprised.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," He told her, reaching across the car and placing his hand on her thigh. He took his eyes off the road long enough to make eye contact with him. "I shouldn't have asked you to come, I shouldn't have put you through that," He concluded, placing the blame on himself. Calleigh covered his hand with hers then, both of them staying silent for a while, lost in thought.