A/N: Just a little one shot. The idea came to me while I was lollygagging in bed Saturday morning (alone, you dirty minded people!).

Confirmation

Eric strode into the darkened break room in search of some strong coffee. He needed a caffeine fix, badly, if he was ever going to finish processing the evidence in the case they were currently working on.

The members of one gang lured the members of a rival gang to an abandoned shack in the middle of the Everglades. A shootout ensued leaving six dead gang members and an army of bullet casings, fingerprints, tire tread and shoe prints for him to analyze. With the only living gang member to be found at the shack currently in a coma, it was up to them to find out who the killers were.

Without turning on the lights Eric made a beeline for the coffee pot and proceeded to prepare the coffeemaker to brew an extra strong pot. After setting the machine to brew, he turned with a yawn and plopped himself down in a chair to wait. He was about to lay his head back and close his eyes for a few minutes when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a form lying down on the couch. A smile curved his lips when he realized who it was.

Calleigh was sound asleep on the couch, a light blanket only half covering her body; the other half had slipped toward the floor. She lay on her side, hands tucked under her cheek, blonde hair splayed across her shoulder and back.

Eric's heart went out to her. She'd been working just as hard as he was, working the ballistics evidence from the thirty four bullets recovered from the scene and the six dead bodies.

Quietly he moved to her side. The warm glow of the light above the break room sink provided just enough light for him to be able to see her face. The smile on his face grew when he realized that she herself was smiling. He marveled at the fact that, despite the week they'd had, the long hours they'd worked on this case, she was smiling in her sleep. He chuckled softly as he remembered Speedle's words so long ago. "She's way too cheerful." No, she wasn't 'too cheerful', she was just right. In more ways than one.

Eric stood for several minutes, just staring at her, taking in her beauty without the fear of being caught by her, of having her see his innermost feelings of love and adoration for her, written so plainly on his face. He loved her. He'd accepted that fact a long time ago and was just patiently waiting for her to realize she loved him too… at least, he hoped against all hope that she did.

Hearing the coffeemaker sputter as the last of the coffee dripped into the decanter, Eric bent over her slightly and straightened the blanket over her body.

Calleigh gasped. "Oh… God… don't stop."

Eric dropped the blanket and shot back up as if stung by a jolt of electricity.

His heart was pounding, not just at her words, but because he could have sworn there was outright lust in her tone, in the way she spoke. It wasn't her usual light chipper tone, or her saucy teasing tone, but a breathy deeper tone, her southern accent drawn out.

Eyes wide, a mix of astonishment and curiosity on his face, Eric peered at Calleigh. She was still asleep, only now her lips were parted. Coffee forgotten, he squatted down to her level, head cocked to the side as he studied her.

A grin formed on his face when he noticed she was breathing more heavily, and when she moaned softly his mouth went dry. His mind filled with images of what she could possibly be dreaming about, to make her moan and breathe so heavily, wondering if it was as sexual as images he was conjuring up. He hoped to God it was him she was dreaming about.

Eric's heart skipped a beat and his own lips parted when her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He watched as her tongue ran along her lips, as if in slow motion, back and forth, back and forth. Now he was breathing heavily, and he had to shift his stance when his pants began to tighten.

Eric's mind was screaming at him to get up and leave, not only because he was becoming aroused at his thoughts of him and Calleigh in a compromising position, but because he was now feeling slightly guilty at listening in on what could only be a very sexual dream. No doubt she would consider it an invasion of privacy if she knew he'd heard her in her sleep.

He was about to wake her up, pretend that he'd just walked into the break room, when she shifted, whimpered, and spoke three words that nearly stopped his heart.

"Eric… oh God," she moaned.

Stunned, mouth wide open in shock, Eric fell backwards on his butt. His lips quickly turned up in a smile at what he now knew. She was dreaming about him. And it wasn't just any dream, but a dream in which they were obviously having sex. No, not just sex. It could never be 'just sex' with Calleigh. In her dream, he was sure they were making love. And if they were making love, then that had to mean she wanted him.

Eric grinned widely. Calleigh Duquesne wanted him. Calleigh Duquesne had feelings for him. Confirmation!

Before the dream could end and she woke up, before he was discovered watching her, creating what would be a very awkward moment, Eric stood to leave, adrenaline now coursing through him, his day now four hundred times better. Unable to help himself, he bent down and softly kissed her forehead, his breath gently moving the wisps of hair on her forehead.

Calleigh sighed contentedly when his lips touched her skin, and Eric knew then that he would spend the rest of his life trying to make her sigh like that on a regular basis. Not to mention getting her to moan his name and the words 'oh God' on a regular basis.

But first, he had to wait for her to admit her feelings for him. Oh yeah, he could wait. If it meant being able to make love to her like he did in her dream, he would most definitely wait for her. And with a grin he decided he would have to see to it that the wait wasn't a long one.