Furnace
Chapter 1: Break Room
One very windy afternoon the CSIs were on a short break, blowing off some steam. Eric sat quietly on the couch, with his head facing forward and very solemn. Calleigh shuffled about in the cupboards for a few mugs to put the coffee into. Ryan had just walked in to join them.
"Did you brew up some for me, too?" he asked with a small smirk. She turned around and glimpsed him, "Sure did." Her pleasant voice never ceased, no matter how horrible their previous case seemed. Ryan took a seat comfortably beside him on the couch.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" he noticed the disturbance in his figure, then he rubbed his shoulder, "You okay?"
"Yes, now don't touch me!" The other man backed off and shifted over to give Calleigh some space. She put down the tray on the counter near them and handed Ryan his mug.
"Thanks," he begun drinking away. After offering Eric his he denied it, so she just took hers and sat next to him.
"This is the first time you refused my coffee, something must be wrong," she teased playfully, "are you sure that you're okay?"
"Yes," he shot out scornfully then calming back down, "just leave me alone." Feeling that he was really hurt she rested her coffee on the counter and looked at him.
"I know. Someone died today and you wish you could've helped them," she soothed, running the palm of her soft hand down the back of his head, "I'm sorry." Then somebody came up to the door drawing their attention. Frank took a deep breath and said, "Guys, Horatio has got a case for you three. I'll take you to him, but we gotta leave now." He disappeared again followed by Ryan, who rested the mug in the sink.
"Come on, let's go," she urged ever so friendly rising from the seat. When he finally stood up she smiled slightly and held his hand. "Let's catch a killer."