First of all I really want to say that this is just a random 'thing' i decided to create and post, i'm stuck at home with a broken foot and unable to do any of the things i usually do so now i am constantly typing stories but never publish them, so, there you have it. If you don't like it please don't flame me, thanks. It's my boredom buster and i wont personally care. I may continue it, if i get enough reviews, if you haven't guessed already it's about Calleigh (because she's just that amazing).

- Regards, eachlittleword

"It's my lab Rick, do i need to piss in a corner to mark it or ya gonna take my word for it?!" she screamed and suddenly like a match to fuel every thought, feeling and emotion inside her had changed. All the thoughts and questions regarding the case that had arisen before he entered the room had disappeared from her mind and new questions started flooding into her mind, Who the hell did he think he was bloody talking to? Her entire body was fighting with her emotions, and for once her body wasn't the one with the upper hand. It scared her. She knew better, but she couldn't stop herself. She knows she has to be strong, independent, and keep it all inside. it's just hard when every now and then she gets weak and falls apart inside. Sometimes all she wants is for someone to see through her smile and realize that something is wrong and give her a hug for no reason even though they both secretly know she needed it more than anything.

She's so scared of falling because she's afraid that once she does, it's fight after fight to get back up.

It could take days, months or even years. She doesn''t know if she has that kind of strength anymore.

She will lie that she is happy and she will try far too hard to not show her true emotions, even as everything painfully builds up inside. She has a journal under her bed which she uses to write the tales of each day, She has stains on the pages from her fallen tears. Every night she will go home alone, write in her journal and just lay on her bed screaming and throwing things around until her lungs hurt and she can't take it anymore, and right before she goes to sleep at night she prays, to herself, to god, to anyone who's listening - For she has so much to hide and so little trust in the world, because she has found out too soon that in the end, you are your own best friend. All the while she knows she's hurting herself but she constantly tells herself she only does it for the best.


Rick noticed Horatio standing in the doorway to the lab and frowned. He muttered something under his breath with a deep sigh, which sounded to Calleigh, a little like "just watch your back" then stormed out the door pushing past anyone in his way.

"Calleigh"

"Busy" she stated arrogantly without looking up from what she was doing, or not doing...

"....And i'm your boss so i suggest you watch that tone Miss Duquesne"

There was a chilling silence before either of them spoke again

"Sorry Horatio, it's just... He's starting to get to me." she grunted, sighed and looked at her watch.

Horatio took his sunglasses off and stared at them in his hands for a moment, glanced at her and then to to the door to notice Eric passing. Motioning him to come into the room he then continued on...

"But what you have to realize is that.... all he's doing is setting an impression, and a bad one at that"

Looking once again at her boss she sighed. Maybe, just maybe she was experiencing a midlife crisis at the moment and envy for the fact that he didn't seem aware of it. But still he kept talking....

"....Over time, certain things he says will no longer have an affect on you, trust me on that. Now i need you and Eric to go to the beach, while i go speak to Stetler. " with that said he smiled, handed Calleigh a file, replaced his shades and turned to leave the room.

Ah Eric, her best friend; the one who made her laugh when she didn't feel like smiling, the one who made her feel so secure when she was scared, and the one who she fell completely in love with.