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Calleigh shivered under the full moon as Horatio was attempting to keep her warm with his suit coat while trying to calm her down.

"Calleigh," he softly said to her, "what happened?"

"I...don't know," she managed to say under tears of fear and confusion. "Resden...was in my apartment. That's all I remember."

Walter Resden. The ruthless killer, who had viciously stabbed Horatio in New York, saved his blood for ten years only to resurface in an attempt to frame Horatio for the murder of Rachel Turner. The mere mention of his name stopped Horatio cold in his tracks. He learned earlier in the day that Resden had escaped from prison, but he didn't think that Resden would be after him again so soon. Horatio then realised that Resden was out for his demise and would not cease until the deed is done. Apparently he was beginning by taking a stab at his team. Not under my watch, Horatio told himself.

Calleigh recalled that evening in her dreams many times until it started to manifest itself into every fibre of her being. Being out there alone with Horatio made her feel the safest she's ever been despite the fact that Horatio had just saved her from a watery grave. She felt bad that he got all wet in the process, but she was assured by him personally that that minute detail was the last thing he was worried about at the time. "I'm just glad you're alive," he confided to her. The smile that accompanied his confession shook her world like no other smile from anyone else ever. However, there was a glint of despair in his eyes that made her ask him what was troubling him.

"Resden," Horatio muttered as his smile turned into a frown. "He just will not quit."

"Are you scared?" she asked him in confidence.

What followed next honestly scared her. "Yes." This is serious, then, she told herself as she caught him quite shaken by the fact. I wish I could take all of your troubles away Horatio.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for her as she could sense that Horatio was chronically affected by the fact that Resden was loose and thirsty for Horatio's blood. The way he composed himself in the lab was not of his typical demeanour. He seemed distant from the others and unwilling to open up to his concerned team. They had learned from a study of Calleigh's apartment that Calleigh was knocked unconscious after a struggle with Resden, but not before a quick call to Horatio for help. The neighbours thankfully overheard Resden mentioning a watery grave and informed Horatio when he arrived at her apartment.

At the end of the day, Calleigh decided that she should try to comfort him in any way that she could so that he wouldn't be so distant.

"Hey Horatio, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What is it, Calleigh?"

"Would you like some company so that you can feel safe for at least tonight?"

He pondered the idea for a second then affirmed with a nervous nod. This was starting to scare her. Usually Horatio was the most composed under fire, but something finally got beneath his skin, and that in turn scared the hell out of her.

Later that night, Horatio finally started to loosen up and lift his worries. It was midnight and Resden had not beseiged his house, so he figured Resden would not strike tonight.

"Calleigh, um, I just want to thank you for keeping me company tonight."

"I just don't want you to feel threatened. For god's sake, you're Horatio Caine...Supercop. I didn't think anything fazed you," Calleigh replied with a smile.

"Ah, but even Supercops are human sometimes," Horatio said with a chuckle.