Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is my first story; so if it's bad don't get mad at me.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from CSI Miami, except my own creations. Wish the writers could lend it to me for a season or 2. I can dream, can't I?

Please, do not throw up again. Those were Calleigh's thoughts as she walked into CSI. She had spent the whole night, alone, throwing up.

Ryan walked up to her, "Hey Calleigh, I just got a callout. Wanna ride with me?" She ran a hand through her hair, "Ya know Ryan, just let me put my things away and I'll meet you downstairs." He smiled, "Great. One other thing, have you seen Delko lately?"

She shook her head no, "I'm sure he's just finishing up a few things with his doctor, or something." Ryan nodded and grinned, "Ok, but you why I asked you. Only you." She eyed him suspiciously, "Why did you ask me, only me?" He snickered and walked away, "Oh, you know why."

After Calleigh put her things away she met Ryan downstairs, along with Jesse. They all hopped in the hummer and drove to the scene. Ryan filled Calleigh in, "Ok, so a man, mid 30s, was found dead in his apartment. He was stabbed; 24 times." Jesse added, "He has a girlfriend who is nowhere to be found." She nodded slowly, "Could be kidnapping, or the girlfriend did it." Ryan laughed, "Just hold all accusations till we get there guys."

Brutal was the only word that could describe this murder. There was blood on the walls and everywhere around it; quite a lot for one person. As the three of them walked in, Jesse noticed Calleigh's face go sheet white.

"Whoa, Calleigh, you look like you're gonna hurl," He told her.

She just swallowed hard, "Um, I just have a bit of the flu. It's nothing, though. Let's get to work."

Ryan put his foot down, "Calleigh, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but if you do puke, we can't have it all over our crime scene."

Calleigh reassured him, "Ryan, I'm fine. I'm not gonna throw-"

She covered her hand with her mouth and ran outside.

Jesse followed her and found her by the bushes. "All I can say is go home and get better," He told her as he placed a hand on her back.

She finally gave in, "Alright, I'm not going home, but I'll go to the lab." Jesse offered to give her a ride back to the lab, but she refused and left.

Eric dialed Calleigh's cell to tell her some shocking news. On the other end, Calleigh was sitting in the firearms lab getting ready to shoot. Her phone rang, she groaned:

"Yeah."

Eric chuckled, "Did I do something?"

Her lips curved into a smile, "Sorry. I've been throwing up for the past week nonstop and I'm at my breaking point."

"Really? What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's just the flu."

"Hmm, that's weird because my sister has been also and she just found out that she's, uh…"

Calleigh got worried, "What? Eric, what did she find out? Is she ok?"

On the other end, Eric was thinking, She would have told me by now, right? Maybe she doesn't know yet…

He nervously let out a laugh, "Oh, it was food poisoning."

Calleigh let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, really? I didn't know food poisoning could last a week."

"Yeah, I guess it does. So, Calleigh, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Well, I'm leaving the country for a few months."

She screamed into the phone, "What!? W- why?"

He began, "I have to set a few things straight, with my family and some other people."

Calleigh shook her head, "Eric, I swear to God, if this is about your father and the mob…"

He sighed, "It is, but-" She cut him off.

"Eric! What if they kill you? I-I-I couldn't live if that happened."

He bit his lip, "They won't. I wouldn't let that happen."

"Eric, you don't get to choose when you die or live. You can't go. There's too much here that you have to take care of."

Well, what do ya think? Love it? Hate it? Please review!! Thx.

-K