Hey Everyone I'm new so reviews are really important!

This story is based of how 7.13 SHOULD have ended (in my opinion)

I have the story plotted out but suggestions are always great!

BTW: Should I include another romance? I'm undecided . . .

I do not own this!

All rights go to CBS

Ch1

Eric POV:

He had already checked in the ballistics lab, and break/locker rooms, but she wasn't there. The board said that Calleigh was off duty, so he picked up his phone and dialed her number. Sure, he already had her number saved to his phone, but he needed a minute to calm down, and wrap his head around what he was about to do. Finally he pressed dial.

Ring . . . Ring . . .

"Duquesne"

" Oh, uh, hi Calleigh, it's me Eric" Eric wanted to kick himself . . . could he have been any less smooth?

"Hi Eric" Calleigh said. To Eric here voice was brighter than a summer day.

"Hey, Calleigh I wondered if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight?"

Calleigh POV:

She was more than a tad surprised at Eric's offer. He normally didn't put her on the spot like this. But she thought it would be nice, and after all she was a southern lady, she just couldn't say no. Even if it meant giving up horseback riding. Eric was more important than riding a horse.

"Sure Eric I'd love to. What time?"

"How about seven? I'll pick you up at your place." Eric replied relief plain in his voice.

"That would be great! See you then!" She answered. That gave her enough time to get ready.

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She smiled to herself as she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, slipping a black halter dress over her body. Shower? Check. Dress? Check. Make-up? In progress.

She new she shouldn't care what Eric thought of her, after all, he was her co-worked. But a little part of her, the same part of her that almost died when Eric was shot (and stared twice at him when he got in the tight fitting diving suit), wanted him to. She normally shut this part of her heart down, and covered it with a professional mask, but tonight she let up a little. After all people dresses up to go to dinner with friends, right?

Eric POV:

He stood nervously outside Calleigh's door. He stared down nervously. Would she get uncomfortable? After all he did wear khakis, a button down, and cologne! Maybe it was all too much . . . but it was to late now, he knocked on the door, and internally gasped!

Calleigh looked more beautiful than normal. A black halter covered just enough of her breasts to be modest, but spark interest, it clung to her narrow waist then flowed away at her hips. She wore giant, red heels, the kind that just screamed out at him. Her hair was in a messy side bun at the nape of her neck, and make up was less natural than normal, bright red lipstick: his favorite. He could just picture those lips kissing his, and her tongue battling with his . . . his hands would slide over her precious body, feeling her curves, and her hands would fall from his neck to his abs. . .

"Wow you look amazing1"

Calleigh POV:

"You don't look too shabby either." She said, barely hiding exactly how good she thought he looked.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yep, just let me get my purse." She said, purposely turning around to give him a view of her butt. It looked great in this dress. God, what was she doing, she needed to act more professional!

They walked off, and Eric slipped his hand around her back. She should have said no, but it felt nice. It didn't mean anything she tried to convince herself.

Eric, being the gentleman that he is, opened the door for her then walked around to the other side of his car.

"Wow aren't you being nice?" Calleigh said.

"What do you not want me to?" He asked, only half joking.

"No it's nice." Calleigh said.

"Calleigh. . ."

"Yeah?"

"Never mind."

"Eric you can tell me anything, you know that right."

"Yeah I know that."

"Then, why won't you tell me."

"Look, it's not a big deal." He said, mad at himself for ruining the nice time.

"Ok." Calliegh said, not wanting to push him, but she wasn't about to forget this.

"So Eric, have you ever ridden a horse?" Calleigh asked trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, once when I was a kid at camp."

"I never knew you went to camp?" She asked genuinely curious.

"Yeah, I did, for 5 years."

"Why'd ya ask?"

" I don't know just curious I guess. I always loved to ride horses. When, well, it was just kind-of peaceful when I was a kid. Your hair blowing in the wind, surrounded by wild life."

"Yeah you right it is." Eric said as he opened the door to the restraunt.

Eric POV:

The waiter came up and took their orders. Eric ordered the bacon wrapped steak, and Calleigh ordered the Chicken Alfredo, and they decided to share a glass of red wine. He stared at her as she twirled the pasta around her fork and put it in her dainty mouth. He just couldn't take it anymore. He had loved her forever, and now she knew it after reading his files. But she hadn't really told him anything! It was driving him insane! He would rather she just told him how she felt, and not kept him just hanging there.

Calleigh POV:

She wondered why Eric wasn't saying anything. He must have taken her out for a reason, right. She decided that she needed to say something.

"Eric, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"The other day, in the Doug Benson Case, when I confronted you in the lab. That was out of line, and I apologize, please just forget it ever happened."

Eric POV:

It was now or never he breathed in slowly and then began to speak slowly, but clearly. "Cal like I said earlier I don't want to forget. --" *Moment of silence* "Cal you asked me what I wanted, well . . . I know what I want the question Calliegh is what do you want?" He said his tone had risen from calm to mad by the end.

He watched her, as she looked down and bit her lower lip. She then slowly looked up and stared deep into his hazel eyes. "Eric, you mean a lot to me, and you know that, but I don't want to ruin it. If it didn't work out, I couldn't stand it imagine how work would be." she said slightly pleading.

He hated this. There was nothing written that said that their relationship wouldn't work out. " Calleigh I care more about you than I care for my job! I would switch shifts, but we wouldn't need to do that! We could make it work, Why can't you see that?!?!" He pleaded. He loved her; all he wanted was her. Marisol, speed, his "father", that had all been taken away from him. Why couldn't he just have her?

"Eric, I don't want you to have to switch shifts. You are to important to me, that is why I CAN'T do this."

"Calleigh, yes WE can. I love you, more than my own life. Why do you think that this won't work?" He asked, his anger obvious. Then he, aggressively, leaned in across the table and kissed her, before she could do one thing to stop him. He had now idea what made him do it, but he did. To his wonder she didn't fight him in fact, she seemed to like it.

Calliegh POV:

She couldn't believe Eric had made his move! She never thought he would do something like that! But before she could think anything else Eric's tongue asked for its access into her mouth, without really thinking she gave it. This all felt so right, it brought her back to her dreams, the ones about him that she would never admit to.

Slowly she pulled back. Something in that kiss had given her hope; maybe it could work out. They still had to deal with Stetler and the IAB though.

"Eric not now, we're in public." She said.

"But later?" He said, excitedly.

"Maybe, if you play your cards right."

" So you'll give us a shot."

"One condition." She said.

"What's that."

"Keep it a secret for now."

"Your wish is my command." He said jokingly, but he really did mean it.

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Eric POV:

He kissed her forehead as he dropped her off at her house. Then turned around smiling triumphantly He was ecstatic that Calliegh was going to give it a shot. Little did they know who was watching.

Sorry y'all this was kinda a boring chapter-no action. I promise it will get better, and soon.

BTW: Did I get the character personalities ok? Please R&R, after all how can you get what you want if you don't tell me?