UGH! Tons of people have already did a story based on episode 710. I can't believe it, but here you go. If you like it review it.

(Spoilers for episodes 710: The DeLuca Motel)

SCREECH! Calleigh jumped to the sound of a car's screeching tires. Her blonde hair flashed left and right as her eyes searched for the origin of the frightening noise. It screeched passed her hummer and swerved dangerously into a parking space. The attention of several persons in their rooms was drawn to it. She watched as the car door opened and slammed closed. It was Eric. He angrily made his way to his room door and unlocked it. BAM! He obviously wasn't taking this too well.

Sighing she climbed out of the department hummer and made her way up to the entrance. Pieces of glass still hung from the broken window. Curses flew in the air like misiles in every direction and the terrible sounds of items smashing to the ground. Her small palm knocked nervously on the rusty old door. She waited patienty.

"What the hell do you want?!" he screamed swinging the door open in a flash. She startled him as much as he startled her. His angry features disappeared instantly as he realized what he had done. She could only stare shockingly at him. "Calleigh," he breathed, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you."

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it," she accepted quickly. Slowly he stepped aside and she entered.

The place was messy before and after the crime scene tape was there. The coffee table had empty Chinese take out boxes and a broken bottle of God knows what drink. The un-made bed had his apple laptop sitting tiredly on it. Ew. She felt sorry for him, but prevented it from showing too much. He plopped himself on the edge of the bed throwing his head into his hands. Screams urged to come out his mouth but he couldn't alow them, not in front of Calleigh. His fingers dug into the skin of his face threatening to tear it apart. He was in pain and she knew it. She allowed her soft hands to rub his back for a while.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Miss Bowen, the pregnant lady from next door. Her boy friend died from a heart attack, so I was just finishing up the case. So I figured I could stay here and wait on you."

"Oh," he faced her once again. Soon she noticed blood staining his knuckles.

"Oh, Eric," she held his hand, "I'll go get some ice."

"No, Calleigh you don't have to," he tried to stop her but she went for it anyway.

ECECECECECECECECEC

"Sorry I didn't see you very much for the day," Calleigh apologised rubbing the cold ice on him.

"I know, you were busy with the case."

"Well, I'm free now, wanna talk?"

"Not really," Eric pulled his hand away from her.

"Trust me, it's worth not damaging yourself on the furniture in here," she forced, "you'll feel better."

"Better?" he laughed unhappily, "things aren't gonna get better for a while."

"Just tell me what happened." He sighed heavily trying not to grumble about it.

"I paid Enrico to find my real birth certificate in Cuba, he did, it turns out I was born in Cuba and my father isn't my real father and my real father wants to kill me. There," he rushed.

"What?" she squintted her eyes, "Eric..."

"What the hell do you want me to tell you, Calleigh?!' she shouted, his body desparately wanting to get rid of the anger. As he exclaimed he realized he went too far and stood up to prevent hurting her any further. She sat quietly staring at him sadly. "Sorry," she could hear the tears in his voice, "life is just too hard for me, Cal., everything's falling apart." He paced, "I used to think I had the perfect family, until my mom messed up the story even more."

"The story?"

"I always kept asking her about my birth. She told me, she got pregnant in Cuba and travelled here for a better life, then I was born - in Key West, in Coconut Grove, in Fort Lauderdale, you name it, sometimes I was born three hours later, 18 hours later, at midnight. What, was, the truth? Then today, she told me that she did it with her boss at the factory in Cuba, and that is was a mistake. A mistake!? For all these thirty years I thought I was a Delko, then to find out that I was some mistake! No wonder my father thought that finally he had a boy, he'd be devastated if he found out that I wasn't his, I feel like shit...mistake?" he couldn't stop saying the word.

"Eric, you're not a mistake."

"That's what she said."

"No - that relationship she had with your biological father, was a mistake. That's what she meant. You were never a mistake, you are not a mistake. I know you feel sad about this, but there's one good thing that came from it...'

"What, Calleigh, tell me?" he knelt in front of her in a haist, "Tell me what good can come this son of a bitch that is hunting me down right this instant to kill me, huh?"

"Think about it. If it wasn't for that mistake, you wouldn't be here."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"Eric, I don't mean that you should just like him because of what I said, I'm pointing out what your mother meant. I for one am glad that she did make that mistake, I know she is too, but I'm torn apart to hear that this is happening to you. I wish you weren't going through this, I wish you weren't living here, I wish you weren't hurting like this, I do. And If I had known you were here I'd let you stay with me." For once in the entire day he felt loved. If it wasn't his mother, it was Calleigh who loved him.

"Yeah but you just found out today," he slouched onto the cold floor.

"That's why I want you to stay with me until you can get back up on your own."

"No... I don't want this monster coming after me in your place. I can't afford for you to get mixed up in this," he took a stance to protect her.

"Knowing you are, then I'm already mixed up in it." He was surprized. "So it doesn't matter if you stay here, just please... it'll eventually kill me to know that you're in this place and I didn't do anything to help you."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Trust me, we'll get through this." We not he. "I'll be here if you need me, promise me you won't do anything stupid to hurt yourself."

"Yeah," she raised from the bed ajusting her shirt. Eric got up, too and followed her slowly to the door. She stared the dirty door in the face and he watched ehr still figure from behind. It was all quietness now. As she reahced for the doors she stopped. There eyes met once more. Both wondered what the other was thinking. Each pair of eyes felt water behind them. She heard herself say, "Are you gonna be okay tonight? You want me to bring you some dinner?"

"Yeah and, no thanks," he replied.

And they settled in silence again.

"Bye."

Her sweet and sad voice left through the door as it swung closed. A warm tear fell onto his shirt.