A/N

Well, basically, the first part of this story is just aeric and Calleigh, and then Calleigh gets kidnapped by some gang members. . . .read to find out the rest. I have some inspiration from the movie, 'Taken' Please read and review, it tells me what you guys want to read, how I'm doing, and it makes me very, very, VERY happy! You have no idea!

Disclaimer

I do not own CSI: Miami, or any of its characters. I have nothing to do with CBS.

The first part of this story is a bit short, just to get it started. . . .Don't worry, it will get longer :-)

All she wanted to do was collapse onto the couch and fall asleep. She stole a glance at the clock. 8:42. Eric should be home soon. Calleigh wandered to her room. As she looked rummaged through her pjs, she smiled to herself at the drawer below the on she was in, the drawer set aside for Eric. He had unofficialy moved in, and even though no 'I want you to move in with me's were exchanged, they just both knew that this, this was is home. As she finished pulling on her t-shirt, she heard the lock click and his footsteps, softer than usual. She decided to play along, just this time. Then she felt the familliar, large arms wrapping around her waist.

"You knew I was here, didn't you," he whispered in her ear. His breath, right on her ear, sent shivers down her spine, and as he nibbled lightly on her ear, and ran his hands up, and down, and up, and down, her torso, she had to remember how to think.

"I always do," she chuckled, voice low, and her deeper southern tang grabbing a hold of Erics control and throwing it out the window.

"I never could sneek up on you. I will though. Someday, I will." He turned her around and in the darkness of the room, could still make out her curves, her green eyes, her blonde hair in the moonlight.

Calleigh knew, they had to go to work tomorrow. They had to get up early. They didn't have time for this. Even with their relationship known, they couldn't let it get in the way of work.

"Babe, we have work tomorrow."

"I know."

"We don't have," her sentence was temporarily silenced with a long yawn, "time."

"You tired Cal?" He asked her. He knew it had been a long day, for her, for both of them, really. With a double homicide, a court case, and a load of paperwork on their hands, they had been to work much, much longer than usual.

"Yeah, very." Another yawn.

"You hungry?"

She had to think about that one. She hadn't eaten lunch, because of all the work, and had just snuck in an energy bar on the way home. "Yeah, I'm hungry."

"You lay down, I'll go make something, and I'll bring it up." The bed was just within, at most, six steps distance, but he felt the undeniable urge to pick her up and carry her. Before she knew it, she went from arms around his neck, feet on the ground, to arms around his neck, in his arms being carried, wedding style, to the bed. He sat her down, and gave her a kiss on the forehead before heading down to the kitchen. She just smiled, at how she was so lucky to find such a delicate, caring, funny, charming, polite, sexy man, all in one.

He sat her food tray down on the bed; Spicy noodles (mushrooms left out), a cup of a small cup of peanut butter and two oreos(double stuffed), and a cherry-lime Italian soda, with a little ice and an extra shot of flavor. How he knew her so well? She had know idea.

"So what are we watching?" he asked, implying what was on T.V.

"Bachelor pad," she said, mouth half stuffed.

He just scoffed at her choice of reality shows. "Really? Reality T.V. is so pointless"

"Hey! It isn't if you actually watch the show." She sat her tray down on the floor and turned the T.V. of. She curled up next to him.

"Calleigh?"

"Hhhmm."

"Reality shows are always stupid, watched or not," he said. He felt her smile against him, and he pulled her closer to him, as they both drifted into a deep peaceful sleep.