Hey y'all, this is my first fic, so hope you like It's a bit short, just because I wanted to put what I had written on the site to see how the hell it works… Yeah, sorry for any spelling/grammar errors or if the characters don't stay true to who you think they are, I am trying my very best to keep them true, thanks for reading! Reviews always appreciated
The rhythmic tapping of her stilettos beat a familiar music as she walked down the hall, slightly quicker than normal. She had to get to her lab, needed to fire at least a few rounds before she was forced to resume working on that morning's case. As it always had, shooting calmed her, brought a sense of normality when all else was seemingly falling apart at the seams. And today things were most definitely not sewed on tight enough for her liking. She loved the feeling of it as well, the undeniable power that came with each pull of the trigger, she was in control.
Calleigh opened the door to her lab, relishing in the rush of cold air that accompanied her entry into the room. It helped clear her head, if just barely. Quickly, she walked over to the table and slipped the magazine into her trusty 9 mil, pulling on glasses and ear muffs. After checking to make sure she had done everything correctly she stood tall, cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger, drowning in the sweet sound of the shot and welcoming the slight recoil it brought. By the time she had emptied the first magazine of all bullets she was too engaged to hear the creak of the door or footsteps behind her. As she popped out the magazine strong arms wound around her waist, making her jump.
"Eric! Do you know how dangerous that was?! I could have killed you," She cried spinning to face him. Her face met with a tight black t-shirt stretched over perfectly tuned abs. Looking up, her eyes connected with his chocolate ones, and she had to look away, she couldn't see him looking at her like that, not today. He laughed at her.
"Don't worry, I knew you didn't have any bullets, I definitely wouldn't want to startle you with a loaded gun." She frowned at him, disapproval and irritation radiating off her in waves.
"Look, Eric, I have to get back to these cases," she said, holding up a file placed conveniently near the unloaded gun. She had to work hard to fight the annoyance threatening to over-ride her voice, she didn't want to have to deal with talking to Eric, it brought back all of the things she had been trying to escape mere moments ago. It wasn't really fair to be annoyed with Eric, any other day she would have welcomed the comfort of his arms. But not today, today she couldn't deal with him; she couldn't deal with any of it. Not giving him a chance to reply, she tucked the folder under her arm and headed toward the door, waving vaguely at him as the door closed with a click.
Eric stood there, wondering what he had done. He wasn't offended, per se, mostly just confused. He could tell something was eating at her, that much was evident, but what he couldn't say.
"Hey, Natalia, I have some epithelial cells from Kayne's gun," Calleigh said, walking into DNA where Natalia was processing a mysterious green substance found in the lung of the victim. "Could be from the shooter." Natalia looked up from her work and smiled at Calleigh, accepting the evidence.
"Thanks Cal," She said looking over at her friend, and frowning. "Are you alright?" Calleigh nodded and smiled, walking back to her lab to shoot a little more before lunch.