Heyy guyzzzzzz…sorry it took me so long to update but I was kinda arguing with myself over where to cut this chp off…cuz in the book I write my fics in it just went on and on lol. So here's the third chp! :)

The fourth chp is done and will be up soon and so will the next chp of Little Bit of Love whose last two chps will be up between now and Thursday :D

Hope you guys enjoy this chp it sorta explains what really happened between Cal and Eric and is also in Eric's point of view.

Please review!!

Disclaimer: You have NO idea how much I wish I owned this show…

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Eric pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, making his way into his apartment. He put the keys on the table with a sigh from a long day at work. He didn't get to work with the CSI lab today, but, instead, had mounds of paperwork to be completed.

He pulled a beer from the fridge and sat down on the chair in the kitchen with a grunt. Normally, he would be with a certain blonde, or at least on the phone with her. He missed that, the constant need to be with each other, to hear each other's voice. The need was still there, though now more of a burning, aching desire on his part. He knew he shouldn't, knew that she needed some space. But he missed her, he missed her, so much.

His feelings for her were so great, so extraordinary, that he even scared himself when his mind was bombarded with thoughts of her. Of her soft blonde hair, cascading over her shoulder; her vibrant, bright green eyes; her pink lips that never ceased to drive him mad; her slender neck that he enjoyed to taste, having memorized exactly which spots would evoke moans or gasps of pleasure; her rounded breasts, probably his second favourite body part of hers before…

He then sat up, forcing thoughts of her out of his head, or at least trying to. Taking another swig of his beer, he recalled the moment that made him want to stop daydreaming, the moment that he realized he might be in this alone.

"Eric, no! You know it's not like that!"

"Actually, yeah, Cal, it is. We are obviously on two different wave lengths here," he said, pulling his pants up hastily.

He stopped after he slipped on his shirt to choke out a painful, sarcastic laugh, almost causing Calleigh to wince as if in pain.

"If- if we aren't…" he let out a groan of frustration, "I don't think we should continue this anymore."

He winced at how harsh his words sounded, but they were necessary, he refused to get hurt, even if he had to sacrifice the most important woman in his life. The one person who made him feel how love was meant to be. But it was all meaningless if she did not feel the same way. If she did not reciprocate those feelings then why the hell was he still here?

Because he loved her, more than life itself. And that was what hurt him, a lot more than words could even attempt to express.

"Eric," she said softly, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes.

Tears that he had caused, but, damnit, they were necessary and almost…inevitable.

"I love you," he whispered softly, too softly.

"What?" she asked, voice breaking with emotion.

"I said 'I love you'!" he almost shouted, "God, I would do anything for you, Calleigh. I love you so much it hurts."

Calleigh looked at him in silence, a worried expression on her face, but as she was about to speak, he continued.

"And I know that you don't feel the same way, because you obviously regret every time we are together!"

"That's not true, Eric," her voice was low, almost menacing and he immediately regretted it, all that he said that made her become so rigid, but his voice did not show it.

"Really?" he said, almost amazed that she had the nerve to even dispute that.

"Then what was that, in there?" he pointed to the kitchen, "Huh? I clearly asked you what you thought and you couldn't even dignify me with an answer!"

She remained silent, unable to retort, for he was right, and she knew it, she just couldn't accept it. However, he refused to take her silence any longer, it only proved to him all the more how one-sided their relationship was.

"You know what? Don't worry about it," he spat sarcastically.

He gathered his things and stalked to her door, turning to face her one last time, "For a moment I thought you might have loved me back, you know? That you might have the same feelings for me that I do for you. That thought alone hurts more than anything you could say to me. I lived in that dream world for far too long."

He turned and exited, but before he could slam the door, before he could place another barrier between them, he heard her faint voice, "I love you, too."

The memory had caused his heart to drop, because as he slammed that door, he was so blind-sided by his rage that he almost made himself forget that he had heard those four words. Those four words that could have fixed their relationship from what it was to what he dreamed it could be.

He could live the life he dreamed, with the woman of his dreams. He smiled at the idea of Calleigh as his wife, pregnant with his child. It was in his grasp. He loved her, and she loved him and he wasn't about to let anything stop them now.

Mentally kicking himself for making such a stupid mistake before, he left his beer on the table, grabbed his keys and left the apartment, a newfound hope emanating from his person.

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Palms sweating, Eric rapped on the door three times only to hear no answer.

"Calleigh?" Eric half shouted.

Still no answer. Then he began to worry. Horatio had called him shortly after he left, saying that he should check up on Calleigh because he had made her take a sick day. At least until she got better. Eric knew that something must really be wrong, knowing that Calleigh must be really sick to be convinced that she should go home. He was convinced that she had never taken a sick day in her life.

He took out the key he still had for her apartment and entered slowly, closing the door softly behind him.

"Calleigh? He called out again.

He continued into the apartment, almost tiptoeing through the living room, peeking into the kitchen. He walked across the room to her bedroom door, not knowing what he would find. He placed his hand on the doorknob, trembling slightly, possible situations racing through his mind. The door creaked open, revealing a room without Calleigh. Eric sighed in relief only to stop as he realized that she may be in the bathroom.

He stalked across the room, hoping not to find Calleigh in a predicament of any sort. He opened the door, wincing slightly at the unwanted sound it made. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, glad that Calleigh wasn't unconscious somewhere in the apartment.

However, as he turned to leave, something caught his attention. It lay on the floor, next to the bin. He bent down and picked it up from behind the trashcan and stood up.

His eyes widened as they landed on the white stick on his hand. The two lines stared back at him disturbingly. His hands shook and his knees wobbled as the stick fell from his hand, disturbing the silence as it hit the tiled floor. He grabbed the edge of the marble countertop and steadied himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. Opening his eyes once more, they landed on the white porcelain sink. He cautiously looked down to the floor, the test peering up at him. Tears stung his eyes as he picked the stick up and cradled it in his large palm.

A myriad of emotions washed over him, engulfing his entire person. He was lost. He did not know how he felt about this. He felt as if he were torn. But he knew which was the right thing to do, he knew that he should face his fears. And so should she.

This is all she dreamed about, all he really ever wanted. A life and a family with Calleigh would make him the happiest man alive. He would have all that he wanted in life, and so would she.

He needed to find her, needed to talk to her, needed to show her that they could make this work. That they would do everything necessary to get by. Because they would make it work, no matter what. He had to find her, he had to.

He exited the bathroom, cell phone on his ear as he attempted to call her. When he reached her voicemail he hung up with grunt. He walked through the living room when the house phone began to ring. He contemplated answering it, but before he came to an answer the machine already got it.

"Hey, you've reached Calleigh Duquesne. I'm not home right now, so please leave me a message and ill get back to you. Thanks."

Eric had to smile at her voice, it was one of those involuntary movements he just had absolutely no control over. The southern twang was unmistakable, and he could envision the smile on her face. However, the next voice caused his smile to become a deep frown.

"Hello, miss Duquesne, this is Kathy from the clinic. I'm calling to inform you that we had to re-schedule your appointment for your abortion. The next available appointment is tomorrow at ten-thirty. Please call back to confirm, thank you."

Before the message was even finished Eric was out the door, racing to stop Calleigh from doing something she may regret for the rest of her life.