Thank you to those of you who have left reviews :D

As promised, here is the second chapter. (I'd just like to point out that in my time zone, the UK, I posted the first chapter on the 19th which is today so I have technically kept my word.)

Slight spoiler for episode: Stand Your Ground.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Calleigh entered ballistics and stopped dead at the mountain of paperwork that lay on her desk, rolling her eyes as she did so; 'ugh, she loved Mondays.' Unfortunately, criminals didn't take weekends. As she was in charge of the ballistics lab and Horatio's number two, it was part of her job to sign off on the night shift's or the weekend staff's cases. Stetler insisted that every case's primary evidence was checked by an expert in the primary evidence's field and it just so happened that, oh around eighty percent of the time, the primary evidence was a gun, or an arrow, or something similar at least. It was almost as if it had become his sole wish to piss them all off. Calleigh emitted a small 'huff' and reached for the top file. To her relief, she found she was able to work through the pile rather quickly; everyone had done their job properly as far as she could tell and she made a mental note to thank them.

She smiled when she felt him enter the room, refused to meet his eyes for a moment, teasing him a little.

"Can I help you CSI Delko?" she eventually asked him, her eyes playful.

He laughed. He was leaning casually against the door with his arms folded and had an infectious grin on his face. She returned the smile and watched as he moved towards the desk, grabbing a stool as he pulled up next to her.

"Weekend paperwork huh?" He casually picked up a file.

"Eric!" she scolded, grabbing the file back. "You're going to mess up my system!"

Eric smiled back at her as her brow furrowed and she gave him one of her vaguely annoyed looks, her mouth moving to a pout.

"Don't you have some work to do?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Probably, but I'd rather be here," he replied, spinning their stools so that they were facing.

As hard as she tried, Calleigh couldn't resist the smile that formed on her lips. Eric gently placed his palms on her thighs and rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you," he whispered; loving the way that her eyes danced whenever he said it.

"I love you too," she whispered back; loving the way his mouth moved whenever she said it. Their gaze lingered until with an effort, Calleigh spoke once more.

"Which is why, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

His mouth twitched to a playful pout, but he stayed where he was.

"Why?"

"Because, we both have a lot of work to do and – "

He stopped her mid-sentence with a kiss.

"Eric!" Her eyes widened and she glanced around.

"No one saw Cal," he smirked. 'God she loved that smirk.'

"Okay," she began, placing her hands firmly on his chest and pushing him away. "You need to go, I for one would like to keep my job and I can't have you here."

"Why?" he repeated his question and moved towards her again, settling his hands on her waist where he began to caress gently.

"Because!" She felt her body lean into his touch. "I can't concentrate when you're around and being – " She moaned when he kissed her neck. "Like this!" she rushed, waving her arms a little in her exasperation.

Eric had to laugh. Her accent had taken on a stronger form and the fire in her eyes was adorable. He pulled her into a hug as she shot daggers at him. He buried his face in her hair, his hands moving to trace small circles over her back.

"Eric!" she moaned into his chest; 'she hated that he could do this to her.'

He smiled and kissed the top of her head; 'he loved that he could do this to her.'

She sighed and looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to stop, her body not really wanting him to.

"O.K. Cal, I'm going." Eric gave her a final squeeze and slowly let his arms drop. "I'll be in trace if you need me." Gently, he leant down and kissed her forehead, before he finally left the room.

Calleigh watched him go, her entire body glowing with how much she loved him, tingling from where his hands had been. With an effort, she settled back into her work but paused when her pager went.

I miss you, E x

Calleigh rolled her eyes. He was like a lovesick puppy; but she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she re-read the message.

/EC/

Horatio was in his office staring out of the window. The fog had completely encased the City now and not a single area was left untouched. He fiddled with his sunglasses as he watched the dark grey cloud swell and relax as more of it swept behind.

"Guess you won't be needing those today," a voice behind him smirked.

"Is there something you want Rick?" Horatio glared back at him, tightening his grip on his glasses.

Stetler drew his arms across his chest.

"CSI Duquesne and CSI Delko; how serious is their relationship?"

"Never were one for subtlety were you?"

He laughed, "Just doing my job Horatio."

"As always Rick." The Lieutenant replied tightly.

"I don't think I need to remind you of the new work policy on relationships between co-workers."

Horatio looked down for a moment before he cocked his head to the side and raised his eyes back to Stetler.

"CSI Duquesne and CSI Delko are two of the best CSI's this department has – "

"One has a piece of lead in his brain while the other shot and killed a civilian off duty, after having a drink or two I might add."

"Don't twist the truth Rick," Horatio was angry now. "Calleigh did what she had to do to save her life and Eric has been coping fine since his return."

"I'm just concerned for your team Horatio – "

"I doubt that."

Rick smirked. "Tell you what, I'm going to let you talk to them. I hope both you, and they, do the right thing."

"We will Rick, we will." Horatio turned his back and began to watch the fog as it rose up again. The sound of a door shutting told him the other man had left the room.

/EC/

With a satisfied sigh, Calleigh placed the last of the case files in her 'done' pile. She rubbed away the dull ache in her wrist from all the writing and allowed herself a moment to relax. Calleigh wondered if Eric had finished his yet and glanced over at the clock on the wall: 11.05 AM. She brought her arms above her head; stretching, before her cell buzzed and she reached back down to pick it up.

"Duquesne?"

"Calleigh, it's Frank. We've got a DB."

She brought a hand to her head and pushed her hair back, listening as he gave her directions to a beach house in South Beach. Calleigh glanced out of the window on her way out of the room, tensing a little at the heavy fog that was swirling around and leaving droplets on the glass. 'This was not going to be fun.'

Next chapter up tomorrow.

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