One

Thanks for the encouraging reviews, I've been thinking about this story for a LONG time.

Technically this is the first chapter. I don't think my plan is in action with this story as of this chapter. Give or take 3 more chapters before the plot starts to come up.

This story is posted on CSI Files.

Please R/R

Calleigh groaned when she felt sunlight creep into her bedroom. She began to think that last night wasn't such a good idea at all. To be honest, she couldn't remember what really happened. That's what disturbed her the most. Just trying to remember all the events from last night brought her pounding headache up a notch or two. Never mind, make it three. She shifted a bit and felt something warm around her waist. It felt like a man's arms were wrapped tightly around her. She realized her back was flush against a muscular body. A naked muscular body. She took in a deep breath and slowly turned her head around. She gasped at the sight of her best friend. Eric.

She felt his heart beating in an even rhythm as he took in every breath. Calleigh's heartbeat went up quite a few notches. Wasn't every day she woke up next to someone she called a friend. Calleigh had to do her best as trying to get untangled from Eric's grasp. She couldn't. At this moment, she didn't want to wake him up. That would start her day off in a hellish way.

"Mmm, Cal," she heard his breath tickle the back of her neck causing her to immediately stiffen. She sent a silent prayer hoping that he didn't just say her name.

Again she found herself trying to untangle herself from Eric's strong grasp. Eventually she gave up and let out a sigh of disappointment. A sigh of defeat. One of the main things she wasn't looking forward to was talk about how they were gonna 'forget it'. That was actually the best initial plan she could set up right now.

Then her plan once again changed. Possibly it had to do with Eric waking up. Once again she found herself stiff in his arms when he sighed into her shoulder. After that, she felt him breathe in her skin. His actions started making her feel uneasy. She didn't like the thought of that. He held onto her even tighter and pulled her closer to him than she thought would be physically possible. "Think Duquesne, Think!" Those were the only thoughts moving through her head at the moment.

"Cal?" she groaned suddenly feeling nauseous. She placed her hands on his arms that were around her and tried more forcefully to pry them away.

"Cal?" he asked her once again. She felt the bile rise behind her throat. Within seconds Eric caught onto her need to get out and let go of her. She quickly grabbed the top sheet and wrapped it around herself. Eric got a quick glance of her wonderful curves before she almost ran into the bathroom. The sounds made him nauseous all the same as well.

The thought then occurred to them that they weren't in his condo or in her apartment. They were in a motel. A sleazy old motel that smelled of drugs, alcohol, the 'activities' that were performed last night, urine, and of course, vomit. No wonder Calleigh needed to vomit.

She then reemerged from the bathroom rubbing her temples. She didn't know what to make of the situation. She wanted to know where they were and when could she get her car to go home and take a nice and long hot shower and just forget all this happened.

Eric swung his legs over the side of the bed, covering himself up fairly effectively with a pillow. He then spotted what he wanted. Boxers. When Calleigh ran back into the bathroom to once again, puke, he pulled on his boxers then after that, his jeans that were next to the bed. Looking around for his shirt, Calleigh's underwear caught his eye. Black lacy lingerie. He groaned at the sight of her wearing them. Mostly groaning because he couldn't remember. At the moment, he was also determined to find his shirt.

Once again Calleigh moved slowly out of the bathroom. She was wearing his large shirt. He liked the way it looked on her. Large and baggy over her small frame. He wished it was a slightly more regular occurrence. He was 99.9% sure it wasn't going to be. She moved towards the bed and picked up her lingerie and pants before she moved back into the bathroom. He knew she would like her space.

Calleigh had found herself staring at her pale complexion. Sure she was fair skinned, but she didn't expect her to look so…so pale. Her green eyes stood out in contrast. Mostly because they were bloodshot. For the first time in years she was thinking about calling in sick to work. Oh great, she forgot about work and especially forgot about checking the time.

Quickly she pulled her lingerie and pants on before she moved out into the bedroom. Eric was looking at his cell. Apparently he had a call from dispatch…and Horatio…and Ryan. Not to mention the numerous texts from Ryan.

Calleigh had the same on her phone.

She picked up her phone and sighed. It was almost noon. If both her and Eric were out of work it would look as if something definitely went on last night. It already looked bad because neither called in.

"I'm sorry," Eric said. He held her shirt out to her. Her bra was inside the shirt, most likely hiding it from himself. He felt shameful. Calleigh nodded at him and went back into the bathroom. Partially because she felt like vomiting again. The other reason was that she had a feeling that the awkwardness of this wasn't gonna be over for awhile.

I am extremely tired at the moment. I usually don't write two chapters of anything a night. Starting another one, yes, I will admit I do. Not very much do I write two full ones.

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Leigha