A/N: This story is going to start off nice and fluffy and then go angstorama and tragedy. The title actually says a lot but I'll leave it to you to figure it out. And yes, I do find Jude Law to be damn hot and sexy.
"I wish you didn't have to go."
Ryan smiled into Calleigh's neck as he heard her say that. He didn't respond but simply held her tighter and tried to remember her smell, the way she felt, the way her hair fell, the way her voice sounded.
"It's only going to be a few months. You'll handle it."
He had insisted upon further training and Horatio had given him the chance – in England. Three months away from his work, his friends and, most of all, Calleigh. Their still fragile love was fresh and needed a bit more support but he couldn't give up a thing he had wanted, begged to have. Fortunately, she understood.
"I know. It's just that… it's England. You'll probably meet a pretty, fancy girl who speaks with a very posh accent and you don't want to come back then."
She tried to maintain a serious tone but he could see she was joking.
"Right, and I'll have babies with her who have the same posh accent while you will be comforted by some handsome male model. Alright, our lives have been set for the future."
"Stop it," she playfully smacked him on the arm as their embrace loosened.
They both smiled at each other and were totally oblivious to everyone around them and to the fact that they were at the airport.
"Flight BA 206 from Miami International Airport to London Heathrow Airport starts boarding passengers."
He cast a glance at her. "That's my flight."
She pretended to frown at that but couldn't help smiling as he gently kissed her. "I love you."
They both smiled and she pulled him into a more passionate, fiercer kiss. The kiss of 'I-love-you-too' and 'good-bye'.
He let go of her, took his luggage and walked away, once in a while looking back over his shoulder to see her still standing there and looking after him. She held the sight of him as long as he disappeared and only then headed back.
These were going to be the longest three months of her life.
"Hey, Cal, any plans for tonight?"
She smiled at Eric who leaned on the door of the break room, eyes steadily focused on her.
"Not really. Any good ideas?"
"A movie and some Chinese, perhaps."
Calleigh couldn't help smiling again. It had been awhile since they had had their movie nights. Truth be told, she had been so busily engaged with Ryan that she didn't even miss Eric, movies and Chinese.
"Sure, we haven't done that in a long time. Your place?"
"Not a good idea. One of my sisters, Carmela, is staying there and it would be more comfortable without anyone around."
"Okay. See you at eight?"
"I'll bring the Chinese."
Exactly at eight someone rung the doorbell and Calleigh ran to answer it. There was, of course, Eric.
"Hope you're hungry," he said, showing three bags of Chinese and Calleigh let him in with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Hope you brought something good," she equally responded.
He took the food out while she searched her fridge.
"What movie are we watching anyway?"
Calleigh allowed a sly smile on her lips. "Alfie."
Eric made a suffering face. "Not again! I can't understand what is it with women and Jude Law. He isn't that handsome."
Calleigh faked a hurt expression. "He sure is. I mean, look at that dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous face… how can you not love him?" She tried to maintain a serious expression but soon broke into laughter.
"So you're saying he is the most handsome man on this planet?"
"No…" she smilingly replied. "The most handsome man is…" she was cut off by her phone and stood up to get it.
"Calleigh… Ryan! How are you… really… I hope it's fun… no, just about to watch Alfie with Eric… yeah, he's here… okay... I miss you… ten weeks to go… okay, bye… I love you too."
Eric had heard the conversation and couldn't help but feeling a bit jealous. He knew that they were just friends or at least that was what he tried to tell himself.
She hung up and sat down next to Eric. "What do you know, the most handsome man just called."
He smiled but it was a bit forced. Calleigh didn't seem to notice but kept on smiling. And Eric wondered how long he could resist.
"Let the movies begin!"
After two months and two weeks Calleigh was going crazy. Sure, they phoned each other almost every night but she longed to see him for real, to be in his arms again and that drove her mad. Two weeks separated them and although Eric kept her company, she missed Ryan.
They were at Macarena, the new salsa club and Calleigh tried to unleash every hint of her sadness and frustration into dancing. She was really good at it and Eric couldn't take his eyes off her bare shoulders, red mini-dress that perfectly showed her figure and revealed her perfectly toned legs. She was laughing and enjoying herself and Eric realised she had had a few drinks too many.
"Come on, Cal, let's go home now," he gently put his arm around her waist and guided her out of the dance room.
By the time they made it to the house, she still hadn't calmed and the alcohol was definitely hitting her off real bad. Eric took her inside her bedroom and placed on the bed but Calleigh wouldn't let go of his neck.
"You smell nice… different but nice," she said and kissed him. Eric was taken by complete surprise but didn't pull out of the kiss just yet. She was so soft, so tender and yet so passionate – everything he had dreamt of for longer than he could remember. But finally his reason won.
"Calleigh…" he whispered, "we can't do this."
She pouted and then asked, "Don't you want me anymore?"
"Wh-what?"
Eric didn't understand a thing.
"Did you find someone else in England?"
Then it hit him. She was probably so drunk that confused him for Ryan. Her loneliness had crossed the invisible line between missing someone and doing something stupid under the influence of alcohol.
"Calleigh, I'm not Ryan. It's…" but he was shut off with another kiss, even fiercer than before and she pulled him down on the bed, rolling him over so she was lying on top of him. Her eyes glistened but her focus wasn't clear – her eyes saw Eric but her mind told her it was Ryan. She slowly started to unbutton Eric's shirt.
Eric couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was, in the arms of the woman he so desperately wanted but knew he could never have and now she wanted him. His mind told him to stop but his heart, the one that ached, didn't allow him to.
They made love slowly and Eric thought for awhile that he really had her. Until when she reached the edge and the name that came off her lips was still: "Ryan." And Eric knew he would regret this in the morning.
A/N: No, I don't have anything against Eric, he is there to make the story even more sad. And yes, I am in quite a depressive mood that is going to develop further in the next chapter. Review please.
