So they had finally done it

Okay, this is my first attempt to write fan fiction. I have planned this as a multi-chapter fic…

This chapter is actually just a try out, it is not beta-d and I just hope to get some responses of any kind that'll help me continue and improve.

All character recognized from CSI:Miami are not mine.


So they had finally done it. They had spent their first night together. Actually, if she thought about it rationally, it had been long overdue. She lay beside him, in his bed and couldn't help but feel completely content. For the first time in months or maybe even it years, she felt free and optimistic. A smile crossed her face, when he turned around, now facing her and murmured something unintelligible in his sleep. He was only semi-awake but tried nonetheless to pull her closer to him. She responded immediately when she felt his hand on her lower back, she shifted closer to him and brought her hand to his cheek. With her fingers she lightly stroked his face; with her thumb she traced the outer lines of his lower lip. He sighed contently, still not reacting consciously.

"This was not just a dream," he whispered sleepily.

"No," she responded softly, "I'm here, we're here. Together." She leaned in closer to delicately kiss his lips.

It was not even dawning yet, but she felt wide awake and well rested after only a couple of hours of sleep. Her smile grew bigger and she let her thoughts drift back to the past few hours.


She had just wanted to drop by, to talk, well if she was brutally honest, she had hoped for more than just talking but anyhow, in her head it had sounded quite convincing, that she had come here, to his place to talk. Lately, Calleigh's head had been full of constructed sentences and excuses, so she was determined now to straighten everything out. Get it out clearly, voice her emotions without making things complicated or more complicated than they would be anyhow.

So she stood in front of his door, not allowing herself to chicken out of her plan and rang the doorbell. She was quite certain that he would be home that night because he had mentioned something about a quiet and lazy evening and weekend to follow. She tried her best to appear calm and poised.

Although it was barley six o'clock, Eric opened the door wearing just plaid pajama pants and no shirt. He looked at her surprised.

"Hey Cal." He greeted her friendly but nonetheless he couldn't keep his astonishment about her visiting him, without having it announced, out of his voice.

"Ehem, hey Eric, I was just, I wanted to….am I interrupting you, something…I know I didn't call to warn you I'd be coming over but I thought you mentioned something about having no plans for the night…," she stuttered, due to her pre-existing nervousness but nevertheless also due to the fact that she was staring directly at his naked chest.

He failed to suppress a light chuck when he realized where her eyes were pointed at.

"You're not interrupting anything, I was just about to do my laundry, linen and stuff, you know, so the t-shirt went into that machine as well." He grinned at her.

He knew that something was off, something was going to happen, and he debated with himself for a moment if he should ask what was up with her but decided against it. Calleigh hated being pushed or pressed into a corner, she would tell him what was on her mind sooner or later and if not, he could still try to get it out of her. So for the time being, he decided to lay back and…well enjoy her, being in that weird flustered state.

"Oh, okay. Well if you're not busy, I was wondering if we could talk." It had taken her quite some concentration to get that sentence out so fluently, she was still a bit distracted by his physical appearance. She scolded herself to get focused.

"Sure, why don't you come in and get comfortable," he stepped back from the door to let her inside his apartment and pointed to the living room," I am just going to get a shirt."

When he left the room, she breathed a sigh of relief and focused on concentrating again. He came back properly dressed and wearing a smile, offered her something to rink, which she gladly accepted and joined her on the couch after having gotten two bottles of beer from the refrigerator. She gladly accepted the beer, let alone for the effect to keep her hands from fidgeting.


And after some of the awkwardness had passed, after some extraneous small talk, Calleigh had finally found her courage to talk. She had decided to be honest with him and tell him her reasons for her behavior in the last year. Why she hadn't given him a chance but instead had turned to Jake.

So Calleigh tried to get Eric to understand the situation with Jake, as far as she had figured it out herself. She tried to explain to him the reasons why she had started seeing him again. How she had felt comfortable with the familiar side of Jake and how she had felt unthreatened by him because she already knew that it would be easy to keep that relationship from going to deep. She told him flat out that she had told Jake it was over. She also made no secret out of the fact that she was not fully invested in that relationship because her mind was on him, on Eric.

Although Eric loved to hear that she was actually interested in him, he needed more information to comprehend the whole situation during the past months.

"You know, it was just nice that he kind of knew me or at least a younger me." She answered when he asked her why she had gotten involved with Jake.

Eric was confused by that statement and wanted clarity. He was pretty sure that if Calleigh had come to talk, they could talk about everything truthfully, without having to hide their intentions and emotions.

"Okay, but what I don't get is why did you get together with him in the first place, I mean were you lonely or bored or what. I mean I was there, too, at that time, and I had made it clear that I was interested in you. You did not even give me the chance to tell you how I felt and what I wanted from you. You told me that you didn't even know how you felt about him and the all of a sudden you are making out with him in the lab and going on that little love-trip with him," Eric was becoming slightly agitated.

"I know, I mean I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was lonely and he was there, but only in small doses. So it was a pretty good arrangement, for me at that time. But that's not what I really want. Eric, I was so unsure about that whole thing between you and me. I was so afraid of starting something with you and then messing it up. I can't seem to work relationships. You are way too important to me, what if…?"She was starting to become upset, her voice quivered slightly.

"Oh Cal. Listen, I obviously am not an expert in relationships and I do understand you, at least some of it. I am also afraid of messing things up with you and you are too important to me to just give it a halfhearted try…but we both…want that to happen, I mean we want us to happen, don't we?" He looked at her intensely, waiting for her reply, fearing a negative response.

Slowly she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. "Yes. Eric. I really want an 'us'. But I can not loose you as my best friend. I can not have this relationship not work, what happens with work, with us when I screw this up?"

"Why are you so convinced to screw this up? I mean I know some of the guys you've dated and I know that most of those things did not work out. But Cal, we're in this together, it is so important for both of us, we just need to work on this really hard, together…and if it doesn't work out we have to be strong enough to try to be friends again. I promise you, I will be there for you no matter what." He scooted closer to her on the couch because by the time he had finished his little speech Calleigh had started to cry. He gently took her into his arms and softly stroked her back.

Carefully he tried to comfort her, wanting to know what he had done wrong.

Calleigh enjoyed his embrace, the warmth he emanated. So she was able to answer him soon.

"You did nothing wrong," she tried to suppress a sob. "Actually you are pretty perfect." Now she was able to find his eye contact again. A small chuckle escaped her:" O my gosh, look at me. I don't know when I broke down in front of somebody like that. It must have been ages. I don't know why I am getting this emotional. Unusually I have myself better under control…"

"Hey, you don't have to have yourself under control when you're with me. I want to get to know all of your sides, even when you are a crying mess," he joked to lighten the mood. "But still. You are the most beautiful crying mess I've ever seen."

She blushed slightly, looking at him again.

"Eric," this came out as a mere whisper," I think I love you".

Now he was completely stunned for a moment. Ever since they had sat down to seriously talk, he had hoped, hoped for an honest discussion about them as a couple but he had not expected a confession like that from her. As soon as he had realized and processed what she had said he couldn't help but feel utterly happy, after all that seriousness, after all those months of pining and waiting, he had her in his arms telling him what he had not even dared to dream about.

He leaned forward slightly, closing the remaining distance between their faces. Then he waited patiently for her to lean in closer to. When he felt her move closer to him he touched his lips to her softly. She responded immediately, opening her mouth to his touch. They started kissing hesitantly at first. He was pleasantly surprised when he felt her taking control. She climbed on his lap, took his face in her hands tenderly and their kiss grew more passionate.

When he was finally able to form a conscious thought again he slowly broke the kiss. Smiling at her, running his fingers through her hair, he finally told her that he loved her, too, had in fact loved her for a very long time.

When he saw her reaction to his words he vowed to himself to make this happen, he silently promised her that he would do everything to make her happy.


Okay, so I guess I am going to update soon as I have most of chapter two already planned out…