Calleigh was walking to her car at the end of a very draining shift when a pairs of strong Cuban hands covered hers eyes.

"Guess Who?"

"Well, for your sake, I hope it's Eric, or I'll have to pull out my gun! "

"Ha Ha. Very Funny Cal."

"You know that I'm dangerous with a gun!"

"Honey, your dangerous if you have a shoe, or a wad of paper or a- ."

"Hey, That's enough of that! As flattered as I may be, am I allowed to be flattered at that?"

"Of Course, only compliments about you! But I have some bad news."

"Eric, I'm so tired, please don't say we have to pull a double!" She groaned and dramatically threw her hands over her face. After a second she felt Eric pull them away and grab her face. He lifted her cheeks into a smile and she laughed.

"Cal, you know I can't stand that face. Hold on a second."

With that he whipped out his cell phone and called Horatio to try and get Calleigh out of working the case.

"H? Yeah, I couldn't find Calleigh. I bet she already left." Eric smiled and gave her the thumbs up.

"OK Eric, I'll call her. She'll meet you there." *click* He stared at the phone incredulously. "He hung up on me! Sorry though Cal, I tried."

"I know, and here's Horatio right on cue."

"Yes?"

"Calleigh I need you to go to the porter house with Eric. Meet him there."

"OK, I see him walking towards me now. Thanks. "

"Bye."

IN THE CAR :

"Porters?" She thought about the name for a second before it clicked in her mind. "Weren't we there just last week?"

"Yeah, with a Drug raid. I guess the drugs finally got to him." Eric mused.

"I certainly hope it was an OD then maybe I can get home and get some sleep! " Calleigh said wishfully.

When they got to the body, Alexx was already there examining her .

"Any obvious C.O.D. Alex?"

"Well, the lack of bruising around the neck, and presence of petikia in the eyes probably means she was smothered to death . Maybe a pillow, or a hand . I'll know more when I get her on my table. But this was in her purse. Purse is on the dining room table .There's a hickey on her neck, and no sign of the husband or the wife. "

She handed Eric a wallet with some cash, and a license with the name Amanda Moore.

"Amanda Moore, she doesn't live here." Eric pointed out, stating the obvious.

"Guest? Girlfriend?" Calleigh pondered quietly.

"Maybe." Alexx looked up and answered helpfully.

Calleigh smiled at her. "Thanks Alexx."

Moving towards the hallway Eric announced, "I'll take the bedroom, maybe there's signs of a struggle."

"OK, I'll check the couch. Then process the rest of the living room. Hey, make sure to check all of the pillows you find for…" She stopped . "Petal pink lipstick."

"Lipstick Color Detection, is that a female skill, or is it just you?" Eric teased.

"I am good with colors but this helped . " She held up a tube of petal pink lipstick from the bathroom sink .

"Aha! Of course, what a fabulous CSI you are." Eric commented.

There was a long pause while the two CSI's looked for evidence. They both found a few prints here and there but Eric found a hair.

"Hey I got a long blonde hair , wasn't our Vic a brunette ? "

"Yeah, and the wife was a redhead . Can you say PLAYER? "

"Player." He said with a smirk on his face.

Calleigh rolled her eyes but smiled at him." Smart Ass . "

"I know." He smiled back at her, but there was still a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"Where did you find the hair ? "

"It was stuck on a pillow on the bed."

"Think she was another lover?"

"How many women can a man handle? He had the wife; apparently a girlfriend and you're assuming that he has another lover on the side?"

"Maybe it was one of the wife's friends."

"Possibly…"

"Maybe they got separated, because of all the women on the side, and the wife got so jealous when our Vic showed up , that she killed her . " Calleigh thought out loud.

"They were together a week ago, and they looked perfectly happy. "

"They were all high! It was a drug bust. " Eric protested .

"Fine, then what's your theory ? "

"Me? I don't have one; I just enjoy shooting down your ideas. "

"Thanks Eric." She said sarcastically.

They both stood processing quietly for a while, occasionally talking about a finding . So far there was no real evidence , just circumstantial things , a hair on a bedroom pillow , a few old prints and a toothbrush in the bathroom .

"If you finish up in here , I am going to check the back-yard ." Calleigh announced.

Eric heard the back door open and close. Followed by a scream. He dropped his fingerprint powder, spilling it everywhere, and ran towards the yard .

"Calleigh ? Calleigh ! CALLEIGH! "

"Yeah ? " A small whisper came from next to the steps .

"Calleigh ! Are you OK ? "

"I'm sure that I'll have a big bruise, and I've already got a killer headache , but I guess I'm not dead . He got evidence."

"Don't worry , It doesn't matter . What happened? "

"I bent down to pick up some evidence, a tissue I think , and he hit me in the back of my head , and grabbed the tissue . I got a picture. "

"Of the attacker? " Eric asked excitedly, that would make it too easy.

"No , the tissue . "

"Oh jeez Calleigh." He groaned .

The first officer and Horatio stood at the door firing questions at them faster than they could answer. But the only one they answered was, "Is she OK ? " .

"Guys, I'm fine, really ! " She went to stand up, got all the way up, wobbled a bit and fell into Eric's waiting arms .

"You are not OK , I'm taking you home, no protests. I won't make you go to the doctors tonight , but if you have even a trace of a concussion tomorrow we are heading to the ER. H? "

"I'll call Natalia and Ryan to process the scene. Stay with her until she doesn't need you . You both have off this weekend. If you can't stay -"

Eric cut him off. "I can."

Horatio nodded. "OK then. "

"Eric I don't - " Calleigh protested.

"Calleigh , I'm coming anyway . "

Once they got to Calleigh's apartment Eric looked over and saw Calleigh asleep in her seat . He walked around the car, scooped her up and then realized that he had no way to get into her apartment.

He swallowed and tried to wake her up gently, "Calleigh ? "

"Mhm ? " She mumbled .

"Where are your keys ? "

"In my purse. Here." She thrust her purse towards him and then snuggled back into his arms , half-asleep.

Finding the keys , he opened the door and helped Calleigh to her room . On the way she toppled over. Eric just picked her up and carried her to her room , he sat her down on the bed , and asked if she could get changed into PJ's by herself .

She nodded . "Yeah , I think so . But thanks Eric . "

"OK , I'll leave then . "

"You're such a gentlemen Eric, most guys I know would try and take advantage of me right now . But just so you know , if you hear a really loud bang , or a scream , I give you permission to come in . "

Trying to stifle a laugh he said "What do you want for dinner , take-out or home cooked ? "

"You can cook!?" She asked surprised. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that was at home in the kitchen.

"Yeah, you don't think I ate take-out every night did you?"

She blushed slightly, and realized how stupid it was to assume that was exactly what he did. "I guess not. Home cooked it is then. Thank you. "

"OK. I can make spaghetti, and chicken pretty well. Or we could do the whole order in thing. Do you want anything in particular? "

She smiled at his genuine concern. "Surprise me. And Eric, do you think you could bring me some ice and some aspirin? "

"Calleigh?"

"I'm Fine!" She insisted.

"OK." He said hesitantly. He walked out and shut the door so that she could change.