N.B. If you haven't read 'Recoil' and 'Vapour' I suggest you do so. There are a few running jokes and themes you may not understand otherwise.

Now I was originally going to wait before I posted this. I've written another fic that I wanted to upload first but it felt weird leaving this series unfinished and starting an E/C relationship afresh so I changed my mind. (Think of it as a writer's perk :D)

The format is a little different to 'Recoil' and 'Vapour' in that there are a few, not many, time shifts but I've tried my hardest to make everything as clear as possible for you. It's also more E/C focused as opposed to case based, although obviously I've still thrown a murder in there...just for old time's sake ;)

So here you go, first chapter of Acrylic, the third and final fic in the series. (And I really mean it this time)

Enjoy! x


Chapter One


/EC/ Thursday Morning, 11:09 /EC/

Calleigh glanced up at the sky. There wasn't a single cloud in sight and she found that if she stared long enough, she could see the heat waves wavering through the air towards the brilliant blue. Save from the occasional cry of a bird and the gentle lapping of the ocean, the world was quiet.

She arched her back, stretching, and shivered as the sun's heat tickled her body. She smiled as his mouth caressed her neck, moaned when he found that spot on her collarbone.

"Eric!" she whimpered. "I'm trying to sunbathe."

"Don't care," he muttered back through broken kisses.

She raised her eyebrows as his head swam into view and shot him one of her vaguely annoyed looks. His grin was too infectious however and she settled on a playful pout. Horatio had given them the day off and Eric had called in a few favours to borrow a boat. They were lying on a blanket on the deck, just relaxing in the Miami sun. Or at least she was, he clearly had other ideas.

"Eric!" she whimpered again, as his hand travelled up her thigh.

He laughed and pushed himself up onto his side, his body facing hers. She brought a hand to her face, shielding her eyes from the sun and looked back at him. Six months had passed since she'd asked him to move in and their relationship was stronger than ever.

Eric smiled. She'd tied her hair up loosely and strands were playfully falling across her shoulders. He moved to tuck one behind her ear and his eyes left hers to travel across her body. She was wearing a red bikini that was making it incredibly difficult for him to keep his hands off her; 'but then again, it was always difficult,' he thought with a grin.

"What?" she asked him innocently, knowing exactly what that look meant.

His grin widened as he shook his head and traced a finger across her taught stomach, before he replaced it with his mouth.

Calleigh sighed and felt her body lean into his touch. With an effort, she pulled his head up and shifted their position, her knees coming to rest either side of his waist so that she was straddling him.

"Am I going to have to restrain you?" she asked, her eyes playful.

Eric laughed. His hands found hers and he threaded their fingers together.

"Is that a threat?" he arched an eyebrow.

She flashed him one of those smiles and leaned over him, her hair tickling his chest, her mouth hovering just above his.

"Maybe," she breathed against his lips, before she pulled back.

She laughed when this time, he whimpered. She removed her hands from his and gently began to trace the lines on his chest, a playful smile tugging at her mouth. She had her control back.

Eric tried to roll them over but she was having none of it.

"You know, for such a short person you're insanely strong."

Her mouth twitched to a pout as she feigned mock insult.

"Hey, you started this," she countered. "I was trying to sunbathe."

He clasped her hands in his once more and raised his legs so she could lean back. He groaned as her knees gripped him tighter.

"So sunbathe then," he breathed.

Slowly, she leant down again, her stomach resting on his, and pulled her hands away to play with his hair.

"Don't want to," she replied, her eyes sparkling dangerously.

Eric swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. She was always at her most beautiful when she was dangerous. He reached up and captured her face in his palms, feeling her shiver at his touch. He watched that sparkle for a moment, watched it tease him, before he moved his hands up to her hair, tugging at the clip that held it in place. Eric held his breath as the blonde silk cascaded around her shoulders, down her back, over his fingers. He slid his hands down her back and pulled her tighter to him, their noses almost touching now.

Calleigh stared back at him, the sparkle still dancing. He moved to kiss her but she found his hands and pulled them up, pining them to the deck above his head. He squirmed under her and frowned at the teasing smile that was tugging at her mouth. Then slowly, agonzingly, she leant down and brushed her lips against his. Premeditating her next move, Eric wriggled his hands free and brought them back to her hair, preventing her from pulling away. He tried to deepen the kiss but she refused, instead removing his hands and moving her mouth to his jaw line.

"Calleigh," Eric moaned his annoyance.

She chuckled in response and apparently satisfied that she'd teased him enough, moved her mouth back to his. This time, she tried to deepen the kiss and Eric knew better than to refuse, at least not when she was in this mood. His hands travelled down to her hips where his fingers danced across the waistline of her bikini bottoms while her hers found his hair. His touch grew hot and she shifted her body against him, receiving a groan in his response.

Eric emitted a second groan at the sound of a cell phone. He felt her start to pull away but he wrapped his arms around her back and held her still, deepening the kiss further. But the cell continued to shrill and he could feel Calleigh's curiousity grow. He whimpered when her mouth left his and she glanced up, looking to see whose phone it was.

"Leave it," Eric muttered, as he tugged her back down and began to kiss her neck.

"It might be something important," she breathed.

Eric sighed heavily and sat them up, knowing that she wouldn't be able to ignore it. He glanced over to where they'd placed their phones and reached for the one that was buzzing and with a scowl, he handed it to her, before he restarted his assault on her neck.

"Tell Ryan to sod off," he growled through broken kisses.

She laughed and flipped open her cell.

"Duquesne?" She stifled a groan as Eric moved his mouth to that spot behind her ear.

"Calleigh hey, I'm sorry to call you on you're day off."

"M'uh huh?" She attempted to swat Eric's head away.

"Uh, we've got a problem." Ryan paused when he heard her moan. "Calleigh?"

She pushed Eric down so that his back was lying flat against the deck and gripped his arms with her free hand. 'Stop it,' she mouthed, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Yeah, sorry Ryan. What's up?"

"That case we closed last week, the Hampshire one? It's going to trial tomorrow."

Calleigh watched as Eric wriggled his arms from her grasp and moved them to her waist, his hands settling on her hips.

"So?" She closed her eyes as he began to trace small circles across her abdomen.

"I've uh, I've lost some evidence." 'Please don't kill me, please don't kill me,' his brain repeated.

Her eyes snapped open and she froze for a moment. Eric took the opportunity to flip her over, his body now on top of hers; it was payback time. Calleigh shot him a warning look, before she erupted at Ryan.

"What! Ryan what the hell did you lose?"

Ryan winced at her tone, winced more at her moan. 'Oh God. Delko's there.'

"Well, Horatio asked me to do a quick recheck over the case but on my way out of the evidence vault, I bumped into Cooper and sort of um, dropped the box. Everything fell out onto the floor and - " He squirmed when he heard her cry out. He forced the images from his brain and continued. "I thought I picked it all up but I must have missed something."

She pushed Eric's head away, her palm pressed against his face.

"What did you lose?" she repeated her question, dropping her hand as Eric's tongue tickled it.

"Evidence item number twelve," he replied, hoping to stall her by not telling her exactly what it was that he'd lost so that she had to think for a moment. He felt his body tense as he waited for the onslaught.

Calleigh struggled to figure out whom she wanted to kill first as Eric's mouth made his way down her body.

"Ryan," she squirmed. "If you don't tell me that you've found it in the next five seconds, I am going to reach through this phone and strangle you."

There was a pause.

"Is that before or after you finish having sex with Eric?"

She heard Eric laugh and elbowed him sharply in the ribs. She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that said, 'I could have elbowed somewhere else,' when he frowned back at her.

"Ryan," she began, her voice tight. "I am not having sex with Eric and even if I were, that is really none of you're business - " Eric's actions made her squirm again and she fought to string a coherent sentence together. "Now I'm serious! We need - " She bit her lip, trying to silence her cry."We need that evidence to seal the case! I'm not quite sure what you expect me to do about it anyway!" she finally gasped.

She stifled another moan as Eric's hand travelled down her body and began to caress the skin just above the top of her bikini bottoms. 'He was going to pay for this.'

"I know, I'm sorry Calleigh it's just – " he was cut off by Eric who had grabbed the phone from Calleigh's hand.

"Ryan, you incompetent prat. Retrace your steps, find it and don't call again. If you still have a problem get a motion to delay trial and Calleigh will deal with it and you, tomorrow. Right now, she's busy."

Before Ryan could reply, Eric hung up the phone. He threw the cell across the deck and returned his mouth back to Calleigh. She pulled his head up to look at her and he couldn't help but smile. Her eyes were that deep shade of green that told him that she was most certainly not happy and that he was definitely going to pay. Before she could erupt however, he stopped her mouth with a kiss and began his assault on her body once more, leaving her powerless to stop him.

"Eric!" she whimpered. 'She hated that he could do this to her.'

He laughed. 'He loved that he could do this to her.'

/EC/ A week earlier, 09:02 /EC/

Calleigh was in ballistics. She had just finished filling out a report on a case they'd worked a couple of days ago and she was in serious need of some coffee, preferably cubano. A smile tugged at her mouth as she thought of Eric but it quickly turned to a grimace when her cell went.

"Duquesne?"

"Calleigh, it's Tripp. We've got a DB. Victim's name is Susan Hampshire."

She listened patiently as he gave her directions to parking lot in the Gables and with a sigh, she reached for her kit. She rolled her eyes as she left the room; 'there goes coffee.'


I'll try and post the next chapter up tomorrow but I'm a little bogged down with work right now.

I also haven't finished this fic completely, I need to do some tweaking so updates might not be as fast as usual.

Reviews very much appreciated :D