hey :) so this story is a sequel to my story "Close to nowhere". If you want to check it out first you can find it on youtube :)
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami or its characters. If I did, the show would still be on and Calleigh and Eric would've never broken up ;)
...it was almost midnight and she was lying in his strong arms, but they didn't have the effect to calm her down like the always used to have. She shivered and he stroke her cheek before he quietly removed his arm from her shoulders and went out of the room. He had to get some distance, he desperately needed something to distract himself from what he had done today, which difficult decision he had made. He moved over to the living room and sat down on the couch, after having switched on the tv. While he was watching an old "James Bond" movie, remembering the last hours at the locker room and their conversation, Calleigh was having the worst nightmare of her entire life:
She thought someone got into their flat and took Eric away from her and she couldn't do anything about it, because she was handcuffed to the bed and her gun was miles away, locked in her nightstand drawer. She couldn't even scream, because she was gagged and the tears started running down her face as the unknown masked burglars knocked Eric out with a baseball bat. His fall to the ground seemed like it was in slow- motion. Then he was lying right beside her and there was blood flooding the whole room from the deep wound in his head which was caused by the bat.
In the meantime Eric went to the kitchen and tried to make himself a sandwich. He had suddenly felt a deep desire for eating something and was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that the knife slipt off and hurt his hand. When he was done, he grabbed the sandwich and returned to his former position on the couch.
"What about you and me?" This one sentence echoed through his mind since Cal had said it to him, hours ago. He had never thought that she would think he would leave her. It was one thing to quit his job as a CSI, but a completely different one to leave his girlfriend, his fianceé. He had been at a loss for words and so he had just kept smiling and had tried to hide his uncertainty and vulnerability, which always seemed to show up when he had to deal with his overwhelming feelings for Calleigh Duquesne.
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She struggled, fought against the blanket as if it was her most horrifying enemy and gasped as she finally opened her eyes, searching for something familiar, something to hold on to. She was scared to death and tried to convince herself that this was nothing more than a bad dream, a nightmare, which never ever would become true. She reached for Eric and whispered his name, but there was no sign of him anywhere in the room. She was nearly getting a panic attack, so she tried to think logically and straight.
"Don't panic, everything is gonna be ok, maybe he just went off to the bathroom or something," she murmured, but grabbed her gun, just to make sure that she had everything under control. She carefully sneaked out of her bedroom, which was left ajar. She blinked as she got into the floor, the brightness of the lights blinded her eyes. Instead of looking into the light she concentrated on looking down and noticed that there were some spots of blood on the floor.
"Omg- this is serious!" This sentence immediately popped up in her mind and she didn't know what to do best- should she just get back into her bedroom, lock the door and call 911, or should she trust her instincts and burst into the living room, from which she could hear the sounds of a terrible fight? She didn't hesitate any longer as she heard two shots and then nothing but a baleful silence. Holding her gun right in front of her, she burst into the living room, keeping only one thought in her mind: "Save, Eric!"...
A/N: this is it for now, hope you liked it :)