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Chapter 3.
At the Caine residence Calleigh was in bed, but she was not sleeping, she was thinking of years that had gone by and years to come or rather years she hoped would come. Of things she had done, and the things she had never got to do because she had been too busy walking.
Without her noticing Horatio had come home and entered the room, he slowly got undressed and climbed into bed with her.
He crept close and let his head rest upon her shoulder, her skin was so warm and she smelled heavenly.
"Calleigh," he whispered, he was pretty sure she still was awake, but he just wanted to make sure.
"Handsome," she replied, and turned to bury her head in his chest and let her tears fall.
"But sweetheart, what is wrong?" he asked and held her tighter and let her cry.
"I, I, I, I…" her voice was shivered, as she continued to cry harder and harder. He found it best to wait until she calmed down a little to find out what was wrong, as he hadn't seen her so crushed in years.
"Calleigh, what is wrong?" he tried again, but she couldn't gather herself enough to tell him. He just stroked her back gently until the sobs slowly died away and she fell asleep.
He wanted to lay her down on her side of the bed only she was holding on to him so hard that it would be impossible to lay her down, so he just lay there in the dark feeling her slow breaths against his chest wondering what was wrong with her.
"Horatio," she muttered in her sleep.
"Yes," he said.
"Promise that….," she said, before she again was far away dreaming.
"I promise," he said and kissed her head gently wondering what the end of the sentence would be, while he slowly drifted of too.
At the Duquesne residence Dean and Cassidy sat in front of one laptop each, he was paying bills, while she was doing some work.
"More wine," she requested, as she handed her glass over for him to poor.
He poured a half glass and a little more to himself before he gave her the glass back and asked, "So how was the seminar?"
"Very informative," she said and took a sip from her glass.
"Is there something wrong with your mother?" asked Dean and looked at her.
"Why do you ask?" she replied a bit shocked.
"She just seemed a bit tired and I dunno sad when she dropped Cora of earlier," said Dean honest, as he had noticed that some of the spark that was usually in her eyes wasn't there at all.
"Mum sad, I should hardly think so," said Cassie, since in her eyes Calleigh should have no reason to be sad at all. She had a good job and a husband that loved her and friends, her, Cora and Dean.
"Isn't it possible that she can be sad at all or miss her father?" Dean asked, since Kenwall had died three years back. Although Calleigh didn't seem sad about it back then, she didn't even cry at his funeral, which Dean found a bit weird.
"Dean she got us, dad and a job she loves, why should she be sad and as for gramps? I don't think she miss him all that much, as I don't think she was that close to him because of the way he lived. I mean she hardly talked to him as far as I know," said Cassidy as her mother never seemed that close to her father.
"Well I think you are wrong," said Dean.
"Umf," said Cassie and took another sip of her wine glass, and continued what she was doing.
"Speaking of mothers and fathers any news on the baby plans yet?" he asked, as they were trying to get another one.
"No, not pregnant yet, but we can always try later on," she said with a sly smile.
"You sure about that," he said.
"Mhm, I want another one," she said pretty certain.
"Later it is then," he said before he continued with what he was doing to.
It was early morning at the Berkley residence and Jake was twisting and turning on his couch, like he has done most of the night. He had given Isabel his bed and offered to sleep on the couch instead, but now he was tired of twisting and turning so he figured out he would get up instead. He got up and started to walk towards the bathroom to take his morning shower.
In his bedroom Isabel slowly woke up and opened her eyes, she hadn't slept so well in ages. Jake's big bed was just what she has needed, big and comfy and the pillows were fluffy and smelled like him.
Isabel had never managed to forget Jake nor the two sons she left behind long ago; she even had a picture of all three of them in the cabin back at the ship. Sadly as the years went by the colors in the picture had faded, and the children had grown up so she would never had known what they looked like in real life anymore.
Seeing Jake the night before had brought the memories back, and she also knew more than ever how much she missed and needed him. Of all the men she had meet over the years he was the one she truly loved.
Isabel yawned and stretched before she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. From outside the door she could hear Jake whistle from the shower and since the door wasn't locked she entered.
Jake got aware of her presence from behind the shower curtain, but he didn't mind having her there, he just turned off the shower since he was done, walked out and grabbed a towel close by.
Isabel let her eyes slide over his body and said, "Still in great shape I see."
"So are you," he said and looked back, as she was only wearing underwear.
"Why thank you," she answered. as she blushed a little.
"So do you want to use the shower?" he asked.
"Yes if you don't mind," she replied.
"Not at all," he said as she got into the shower.
Before he had really though it through, he walked back into the shower with her, she looked at him again and said, "I thought you were done."
"Not quiet," he said honest and took the shampoo bottle, took a little in his hand and started to shampoo her hair while she let out some soft moans.
"Mmmm, will you wash my body when you are done with my hair?" she asked with a sigh of satisfaction of have him doing that to her.
"Of course my lady," he answered and let his fingers fill her hair with shampoo again before he let his soap filled hands run all over her body while she moaned loudly when he suddenly heard someone yell, "DAD!"
"Oh crap, didn't expect anyone this early, I'll be right back," he said and quickly got out.
"No, no, take your time," she said and gently let a hand caress his chest a little, so he let out a little growl before he got out and left her alone on the bathroom.
Jake hurried down the stairs to find Dean and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I am getting those old case files you talked about yesterday, as I need them," he said.
"Couldn't you just wait at work I would have been there in not too long," he said a bit annoyed that Dean was sometimes a bit over eager.
"I could, but I thought I maybe stop by and see if you wanted to join me and some of the guys for breakfast," he said.
"Not today, but thanks," said Jake as he heard the bathroom door upstairs open and Isabel walk back to his bedroom.
"You got company?" Dean asked a bit shocked.
"I do yes," Jake answered without explaining any further.
"Who, I didn't know you were seeing anyone," said Dean.
"Dunno if I am yet," said Jake, since he didn't know what Isabel wanted.
"Seeing random girls, aren't you a bit too old for that?" Dean asked.
"What I do and don't do is none of your business," said Jake.
"So where did you meet her then?" Dean asked.
Jake didn't replay, he just wanted Dean to leave so he could get back to Isabel, but Dean had no intention of leaving so without thinking he said, "She's not a whore is she."
"She most certainly is not, she's a real lady and I will never have you speak of her that way again, now will you please leave so I can get back to her," Jake snapped.
"OK, OK, see you at work," said Dean with a sigh and left.
At the same time at the Caine residence Calleigh had just woken up and realized that Horatio was gone, but on his pillow there was a note that said, "You looked so beautiful and peaceful so I just hadn't got the heart to wake you before I left. H."
"Why couldn't you just wait this one morning and for once be a bit late," she though a bit annoyed, and hurt that he didn't spend yet another morning with her, as she really wanted him there.
At the same moment her phone rand, tiredly she answered, "Calleigh Caine."
"Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?" she heard Horatio ask in the other end.
"Handsome," she said confused trying to clear her voice a little.
"Yes" he replied.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"At work, so did sleep well?" he asked again.
"I did yes, what about you?" she replied.
"Oh yes, and what about now, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Wish you stayed until I woke up, other than that fine," she said honestly.
"I wish I had stayed to because…." he stopped before he would have said I love to watch you wake up.
"I have to go or I'll be late for work," she said.
"Hmmm," he replied, not really sure if that was the reason she wanted to hang up so badly.
"Don't you believe me?" she asked.
"I'll call you later," he said and hung up.
Only Calleigh didn't go to get ready for work, she didn't start until a bit later. Instead she went over to the mini bar in the living room found a familiar bottle and a glass, turned off the cork, poured into the glass and took a sip while sad and salty tears found their way down her cheeks.
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