Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not CSI: Miami, or the characters.

This is a story I started writing almost a year ago. I don't even remember what made write it, probably a conversation with Jackie or Leela... As my muse seems to be back and that I rather liked the beginning of this I was thinking about going on. So here is the deal, if you like this chapter and the next (which is also written), I'll go on with it. If not, I'll just delete the whole thing. Again it's not beta-read, so I'll be the only one to blame for the mistakes.

As usual if you don't like, don't read :oP. If you did, please take time to leave a review as I will go on based on the feedback I'll receive.

The pleasant tune of his cellphone made him wince in his sleep. Grabbing the second cushion next to him Eric resolutely pressed it against his head to muffle the annoying sound. His dream had been so good, definitely one of those you hate to be awaken from. He grunted as the sound seemed to increase in intensity by each second.

There weren't many things he was sure after being woken up that abruptly but one was it was Friday night and he definitely wasn't on call. Whoever had dared call him at this ungodly hour would pay for it dearly. He blinked as his eyes struggled to focus on the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was even earlier than he thought. Who the hell was calling at 3 o'clock in the morning?

It definitely wasn't his mother he pondered. He had chosen a specific song for his family so that just the ringing could warn him of impending doom. The very moment that thought crossed his mind his hand shot from under the sheet to grab the still singing device.

"Calleigh?"

"Took you long enough to get to your phone…" A slurred voice answered him. "I almost gave up."

"Are you okay? You sound a little…" He hesitated as he tried to find the word which would best describe her less than sober voice without offending her.

"Drunk?" She offered in a giggle. "That's probably because I'm totally wasted."

"Yeah that probably explains it." He smiled at her good humor and resumed a more comfortable position in his bed. "Do you gals have fun?"

He had still been busy at the lab working on a report before his three-day long weekend when Calleigh and her gang had left for their now famous Girls' Night Out. As usual Ryan and other guys had tried to join them, but their answer was invariably 'no'.

"We had but now they are gone and I'm too drunk to get home…"

"What do you mean they're gone?" He frowned as he straightened. "You always leave together."

"There is a first time for everything." She hesitantly answered. "We called a taxi but there wasn't room enough for all of us. Max offered to stay with me, but she was barely conscious. So I stayed behind and went back in to call another taxi. But now I've been waiting for ever and none showed up."

Her voice wobbled on the last words as if she was close to tears.

"And there is this sleazy guy who keeps winking at me… I'm too tired to wait for the bartender to take me home…"

"Where the hell are you?" He mumbled. After rushing out of the bed he was now struggling with a tight pair of jeans while keeping the phone securely against his ear.

"Some bar…" He could hear the muffled chatter around her and he quickly pulled a fresh T-shirt over his head. "It's called 'Boca Chica' but I'm not sure I know where it is."

"Don't worry, I know the place." Eric continued as he hopped through the living room one shoe still dangling from his foot. He quickly grabbed his keys on the kitchen counter and made his way to the garage. "Don't move I'll be there in fifteen minutes tops."

"Aw you're so sweet…"

"Try to keep that thought in mind when I'll put you over my knee for a well deserved spank…"

"Oh I can't wait…" She answered just before she cut the line. Her sultry voice had sounded like a promise. As he was getting behind his wheel he wondered what else the night would bring.

When Eric entered the still crowded bar his eyes immediately scanned the room for Calleigh's blond hair. It had taken him a little longer than expected to reach the very popular place and even though it was well over 3.30 am people were still very much in the mood for fun.

He spotted her perched on a high stool happily chatting with the bartender. The man's eyes were riveted to her cleavage and he seemed more than ready to forget about his work to take her home.

"Hey…" Eric plastered a forced smile on his face as his eyes shot daggers at the other man.

"But here is my knight in shiny armor." She grabbed him by the neck and much to his surprise she pressed her lips to his. "Well Brian it was very nice chatting with you. Are we going home Hun?"

"Yes of course…" He managed to answer before his friend jumped a little clumsily from her chair and grabbed him by the hand to lead him outside.

"I couldn't have stayed a minute longer." She shuddered with a vigorous headshake. "And I certainly shouldn't have accepted the last drink he offered."

"Are you going to be ill?" Eric's hands immediately went to her waist to steady her. She had gone terribly pale after her last comment.

"Of course not." She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. "You look mighty fine tonight. I like the tight shirt and pants. You should wear those at the lab too. It probably wouldn't increase our productivity but the morale would so soar."

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" He grinned at her.

"Not that much… I'm just stating a fact."

She flashed him her most charming smile. Even in the relative darkness her eyes were shining like emeralds and with her tousled hair she looked good enough to eat. His train of thoughts was suddenly brought to a stop by the unexpected presence of her hand on his butt.

"I didn't think you were ticklish." She innocently noted as her hand squeezed his behind for the second time.

"I think it's time I'll take you home." He firmly dislodged her hand from its current position and closed his fingers over hers as he led her to his car.

"Yes let's go home. Do you have a king-sized bed?" Calleigh wondered as she was joyfully walking next to him.

"Yes but we are going back to your place." He calmly explained.

"It's okay I have a king-sized bed too. Have you ever slept in satin sheets?"

"Probably…" He curtly answered as he tried to block the images his over imaginative mind was displaying in his head. They were treading on thin ice and the sooner he would take her home the better it would be. Soon his car was in view and he released a sigh of relief.

"Isn't your place closer?" She wondered when he started the engine.

"Yeah it is."

"So why are we going to my place?" She pushed.

"I said I would take you home."

"But I don't mind whose home…" She noted enticingly.

"Believe me you'll feel better if you sleep in your own bed…"

"Maybe…"

With a smile at her last answer he cautiously entered the traffic. If it was sparse at that time of the night, one could never be sure how sober the other drivers actually were. After her last questions Calleigh had gone quiet and Eric stole a quick glance in her direction. Her head was leaning against the window but with her hair in front of her face, there was no way of telling if she was asleep or not.

After a rather uneventful half-an-hour drive Eric parked in front of Calleigh's house and cut the engine. She remained still, another proof for him that she was indeed slumbering. He carefully moved closer but she surprised him by closing her arms around his neck.

"Are you going to carry me to bed?"

"I thought that maybe you could manage that by yourself." He gulped a little uneasily, feeling flustered by her closeness.

"I don't think I feel steady enough on my feet."

"Okay I'll help you out, but if you feel nauseous it's probably not a good idea if I carry you."

"I'm just tired." She replied and she pushed her face resolutely against his neck. "Don't tell me I'm too heavy for you to carry?"

"Of course not." He gulped once more as her hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

That was just perfect. Just an hour earlier he was in the middle of a very erotic dream with the woman in his arms in the leading part. It felt like the worst kind of torture possible.

"Okay let me get out of the car and I'll carry you upstairs."

With a satisfied sigh she released her hold on him. He quickly removed his keys from the ignition and left his seat to get to her side. He had barely walked around the car that Calleigh opened her door with more force than her supposedly weakened state should have allowed her to display. Immediately her arms reached out to him and Eric closed his arms around her.

"You should close your car, my neighborhood might be safe but one can never know." She warned him after he had simply shoved the door close with his foot.

"It'll only be a minute."

"I'll need help…" She frowned at him.

"No you won't." He replied with a sure smile.

A shocked and somewhat pained expression appeared on her face. In seconds tears were gathering in her eyes. She looked so helpless in his arms that he felt like the ultimate bastard. It was like kicking a small child. Here his friend was asking for his help and because she was a little too close for comfort he was denying her his assistance. It didn't matter how hard this was going to be on his side, he would be there no matter what.

"The keys are in my pocket." He offered in reassurance. "I'll close the car as soon as we get to your door."

"Front or back?"

"What?"

"Pocket, front or back?" She insisted with a faint smile.

"Back. They're in the right back pocket."

In a second one of her hands released her grasp on him and plunged to retrieve the heavy key holder. She pressed the button of the alarm and the car beeped merrily. He smiled at her happy expression. A drunken Calleigh was definitely worth seeing. Her mood swings were impressive; she went from deliriously happy to the verge of tears in seconds. When they stood in front of her door she grabbed her keys and he had no other choice than to bend down to allow her access.

"So where is your bedroom?" He wondered.

"That way." She pointed at the door at the end of a corridor. He balanced her in his arms to bring her to a more comfortable position and she automatically brought her hands back to his shoulders.

The door was ajar and Eric gave it a shove to open it completely. The room was nice he decided as he took his surroundings in. A heavy carpet was covering the floor and the walls were in cream wallpaper and dark wood. In the middle of the room the promised king-sized bed seemed to be invitingly calling out for them. This was not a good idea he decided as he looked down at Calleigh and her half-closed eyes.

"So what can I do for you?"

"Maybe you could run a bath for me." She pointed at the door on their right side. "I feel a little clammy…"

"A bath is maybe not a very good idea. What if you fall asleep?"

"But that's why you'll stay with me." The most dazzling smile appeared on her face as she spoke.

"While you take your bath?" Eric stared at her as though she had completely lost her mind.

"You wouldn't leave me alone, would you?"

"Calleigh that's not a very good idea…"

"I thought we were friends." She sulked.

"Of course we're friends, but on this very occasion you need a female friend…"

"Well you'll have to do because my female friends are either as drunk as I am or they are not in town." She pouted as she looked at him, a sure sign that she was clearly unhappy with his hesitations. "I don't see where the problem is. I don't mind if you see me naked. Let me down."

He carefully put her down and as soon as she moved away from him she staggered and grabbed his T-shirt for support.

"Go home, I can manage without you. I'll just have to take my bath alone. I suppose I won't drown." She added melodramatically. "And if I can't get out of the tub, I'll just sleep there."

"I certainly won't leave you alone." He carefully took her arm and led her to the bed. "I'll get your bath ready, just wait here for me."

"Are you going to undress me?"

"You should manage that by yourself." He gulped as he immediately pictured his hands on her soft pale skin.

"That's a very tight sweater, even when I'm not drunk it takes a lot of energy to get out of it."

"Just try and… we'll see when we get there."

He quickly turned around and disappeared in the bathroom. This was going to be a nightmare. He looked down at himself wondering why the hell one of his tighter pair of pants had ended up on the top of his clothes. And his T-shirt would be no protection either. He could only hope that Calleigh would be too drunk to remember the embarrassing events that would probably take place if he had to attend to her bath.

"Use the peach bath oil." Calleigh's voice interrupted his daydreaming and he looked at the bathtub and all the toiletries in front of him.

He poured a hefty amount of the requested bath oil hoping for a large amount of bubbles to appear.

"Eric?" Her pleading voice called out for him. "Can you please come back? I'm stuck."

He walked back into the room and he stopped dead in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of her. She had managed to extricate herself from her tight black pants and now a lacy thong was all what covered her below the waist. Of course she was wearing that kind of underwear he pondered. It had definitely been too much to hope for boxer shorts or panties. His eyes were roaming over her slender form from her legs to the matching ivory bra. She was simply beautiful and that was not good. He shook his head and concentrated on the problem at hands. Her head and arms seemed to be stuck in her red sweater. A part of her blond mane was still visible but her face was totally recovered by the figure-hugging fabric.

"How can I help?" He wondered amused by her efforts to get free.

"Just grab the hem and pull as hard as you can."

"I could tear it…" He warned her.

"I so don't care; just get me out that stupid thing." Her voice betrayed her annoyance and he couldn't help smiling.

"Okay, sit down and stay calm." He guided her towards the bed to help her sit down. "Now just relax your arms. That should do the trick."

A quick pull later she was freed from the confines of her top.

"Wow you're good…" She thanked him with a smile. With a sigh she let herself fall on the bed. "Now I'm too tired for a bath."

"Do you want me to stop the water? I think you need sleep the most."

Her smile widened as he spoke. The way she was looking at him was making the sweat break at his brow. Her hands traveled down the bedspread and lazily moved to her hips. Her thumbs hooked on each side of her thong and with one sure move she got rid it and nonchalantly threw it to the floor.