Hey :), this is my first fanfic, so i apoligise if it is not very good. Please review it and tell me if you like it or if you feel there is anyway I can improve, it will be appreciated! I am Probably one of the BIGEST fans of Csi Miami, and have been meaning to write something for a while now, but have had so much work to do at school. Anyway, this is set in Season 7, in the episode 'How does that make you kill?' i loved watching this episode and wanted my first fic to be about it, so i hope you all have as much fun reading it as I did writing it :D! x
Calleigh collapsed onto the break room sofa, letting out a deep sigh, immediately whishing she hadn't sat down with as much force, as her vision suddenly blurred. She closed her eyes, deep in thought remembering those words, Eric's words that were written in Dr Marsh's notes, which left a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was shocked and confused, but a small part of her felt happy. She knew that she and Eric were close, since Speed died, their friendship had blossomed, she felt that she could talk to Eric about anything; he was always there for her. She was always there for him. She slowly got up and walked over to turn the kettle on, the room was so silent, the flick of the switch echoed all around the room. As she was waiting for the water to boil, she started to think about earlier.
Nothing could of prepared her for what she was about to read, as she sorted through Dr Marsh's files which contained peoples darkest secrets, leaving her feeling slightly uncomfortable. If the files contained her secrets would she want somebody else reading them? A complete stranger? Eric seemed ok with it, after all, he was one of Dr Marsh's clients, but if she was honest she felt morally bad. She just wanted this whole case to be over, it had been the hardest on Eric, since the accident he had never been the same. He was more secretive and then when his counselling session was bugged, he became quieter than ever, barley even acknowledging Calleigh. Things were getting better now, but she missed the old Eric, the only person who she could fully trust, there were no barriers between them, he knew everything about her past. They were so comfortable with each other; she just wanted it to be the same again. She could not stop thinking about the contents in his file. Although she had only read the words once, they stuck in her mind.
When I got shot, it really put things into perspective; it made me think about my future, settling down. It'd be nice if it were Calleigh.
The thought of starting a personal relationship with Eric had crossed her mind many times before. He was good looking, smart and kind these were all of the usual qualities a woman looked for in a man. However through time, she had learned how to push these thoughts to the back of her mind so she would be able to work with him, without becoming flustered or her knees becoming weak, it had been years since someone had had that effect on her. But once or twice, her determination to keep their relationship professional would fail her. Whenever his body brushed against her for just a spilt second, the feel of his body heat and his scent over powered her, sending electricity through her whole body. She shivered now as she was spooning the coffee into her favourite mug at the thought. Whenever their bodies made contact, it would always leave her imagining how it would feel to trace his skin all over with her fingertips, to wake up in the morning, and see him lying next to her.
She abruptly, snapped out of her trance, becoming mad at herself for conjuring up these thoughts, how could she face him now, keep things normal. She sighed as she removed the mug off the counter and went back to her usual spot on the sofa. She had to stop daydreaming about Eric. She was a grown woman; she started to laugh at herself, how could she be so childish? Thinking that if she kept dreaming these thoughts they would become real. How could someone like Eric possibly like someone like her? She thought to herself ,but then she read his notes, or she thought she did, was she daydreaming? Would he or said that or was his head not clear? What she had accidently discovered in his file, had awakened her curiosity, she needed answers. Did he feel the same way?
With her heart pounding she picked up her phone, and looked up her contact list for E, There 'Eric Delko'. Her heart melted at the sound of his name. STOP she thought to herself,' pull yourself together, you can do this' nervously she pressed the dial button and waited for the tone.
Voicemail: she sighed with relief, at least she wouldn't have to speak to him, before she started to speak, and she took two deep breaths.
'Hey Eric it's me', she said trying to hide the obvious nerves in her voice.
Swallowing hard, and putting her head into gear so that she would not embarrassingly waffle on, she clearly said what she had rehearsed a few minutes ago, in a quiet voice,
'We need to talk, please call me back'
She hit the send button, and the beep ringed in her head. She felt so stupid, and cursed herself. Why was she so nervous, he would be able to hear it in her voice? There was no going back she thought to herself, praying that she didn't sound bad. With that she got up, washed up the dishes in the sink and got back to work on the case. She was struggling to concentrate, what if he didn't call back? What if he did and they talked and he didn't feel the same way and it ruined their friendship? How could she come to work and face him each day? Her heart pounded as she walked into the trace lab, she would just have to wait.
To be continued...