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Her head was throbbing. She took a few deep breaths to ward off the dizziness she knew she would feel when she sat up. She was her father's daughter, and thus had a soft spot for alcohol, though she rarely drank. It was more of a love/hate relationship actually.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but the way the sunlight poured through the window panes told her it was late morning. As she came to her senses, she began piecing together the night before. How 'bout you come to my place? You're in no condition to be alone…Her intention had been noble, but the outcome was not. Tongues dancing… frantically trying to hit the bed before they fell… The way his skin felt against hers…Him inside her… She closed her eyes and reached for the other half of the bed. It was cold. She looked around the room. His clothes were gone. How could I have been so stupid?
She staggered across the room with the sheet wrapped tightly around her, even though she knew she was alone. Before she hit her bedroom door a familiar feeling hit her. Her stomach knotted and bile rose in her throat. She ran to the bathroom and vomited what little she had in her stomach. Finally, the moment passed as she clung to her toilet and tried to recover. On trembling legs she rose and continued her venture. She looked for any sign of him being in her home, but he knew how to dispose of that evidence. He was a CSI after all. He had left nothing behind. Nothing except for her. What had she expected? It was just one night of drunken passion, or anger, or grief. She wasn't sure anymore. To her it had been more, but to him it was just a release. He had just lost his wife, and he was grieving. She was there, a shoulder to cry on. Then it happened. One kiss turned to several, and then their clothes shed their bodies. She was so naïve to believe he really loved her; she was his friend, his colleague, nothing more.
She looked at the clock. She was late for work. Very late. She shoved her emotions down, but they threatened to breach her facade. She compartmentalized well, but she didn't know if she could hide her pain. She had loved him for so long. She watched him date, and marry, but she secretly wished it could be her. Last night had felt so right… to her; this morning a nightmare. He regretted what they had done. How was she going to face him?
God, Calleigh, suck it up. This never happened. You are a big girl, you can handle this. You have to handle this like a professional. It never happened… She took a deep breath and got ready for work.
A/N: I had to edit the story because I found inconsistencies in my older v. newer material. Just a few minor tweaks. Changed the chapters bit. All good. Thanks for your patients.