7.03 am.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

She groaned and tried to fight off consciousness, snuggling deeper into the sheets and pillow.

"Calleigh, wake up." That voice was taunting her. If it didn't make her wake up more, she'd fling something in the general direction it came from. "You need to get up."

"No. Let me sleep," she said, her eyes still closed, but knowing she wouldn't fall back asleep anymore. He picked up on the underlying whine in her tone.

"I can't. We're going to be late." And then the smell of coffee reached her nostrils. She finally opened her eyes to find Eric staring down at her, a cup of coffee in his hands. She looked up at him and pouted. "Mornin', sunshine," he commented lightly. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Breakfast is almost ready." He walked away, leaving her there. She sighed and grudgingly got out of bed.

Fifteen minutes later she walked into the kitchen, showered and clothed. Her hair was still damp from the shower, and he thought she looked like an angel. She yawned and walked over to him. Behind him she stood on her tiptoes to see what he was making, but he turned and she had to take a step back to keep her balance.

"What's for breakfast?" she asked, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

"Your favorite," he said and her eyes went wide with satisfaction.

"Waffles?" When he nodded, her smile grew and she kissed him. He backed her up against the kitchen island, their fused lips never separating. She easily hopped up onto the countertop and pulled him between her legs. His hands wandered along the contours of her body, while her nails were scratching lightly along his chest, finally reaching the bottom of his shirt. She was just about to pull it over his head, when he smelled something out of the ordinary.

"Shit," he muttered, pulling away and turning to the waffle maker.

"Are they burned?" she asked, trying to pout, but the smile just wouldn't leave her face. He turned and glared at her, while she tried to win him over with her sweet smile.


8.00 am.

Ryan, Natalia, Horatio and a few other colleagues were standing along the road, a little away from the already gathered crowd. Eric and Calleigh approached them. Good mornings were spread.

"Alright, I want you all to walk in teams of two, but if you get split up, it's okay. Natalia and Ryan, Calleigh and Eric..." Horatio rattled off the remaining names. "Any questions?"

"Around what time is the Presidential party supposed to pass by here?" Calleigh asked.

"Around noon. After they pass, the parade will follow, so feel free to watch, after they pass us it's out of our hands." Everybody nodded and they walked off to their assigned positions.

When they were away from familiar eyes, Calleigh slipped her hand into his, and he looked down at the twined hands. He smiled.

"This is actually kinda fun, in a way," he said lightly, but Calleigh was still a little wary.

"Yeah." Of course she shared his enthusiasm, something just didn't feel right, and she couldn't pinpoint what it was. He caught her tone.

"That feeling still bothering you?" he asked and she nodded. He stood still, but she didn't notice until his hand tugged her back. She turned to him. "It'll be ok." And then he gave her one of his heart-melting smiles. When he smiled like that she always felt like they were the only two in the world. She noticed that he only smiled that smile at her, and felt like it was reserved specially for her.

Even though he said it would be ok, he still couldn't help but worry. Simply because the woman he loved was worried. And she did not worry for any reason. But he decided that he was going to try and let her have the best time, because after all, it was a pretty festive day.


10.32 am.

Calleigh and Eric were walking alongside each other. She grabbed the water bottle from his hands and took a long gulp. Eric couldn't help but watch her exposed throat as she swallowed.

She had to fight back a laugh at noticing him watching her. They went on walking, but suddenly encountered a tight crowd.

When he stood at the other side of the crowd he looked around but could find no traces of Calleigh.

He called out for her, but heard nothing, but that really didn't mean anything, because there was a lot of noise.


12.05 pm.

As Eric walked along Dade Boulevard, he passed Alton Road, where roadblocks were set up 17th street, and officers were redirecting cars. He watched on as a man in a dark blue compact car argued with the officers before yelling some profanities and turning and driving the other way.

She was just wandering along the crowds, having lost Eric over an hour ago. The bystanders were getting excited, because they could see the first Secret Service SUV pass them by.

She heard voices louder than usual and approached a rapidly growing crowd surrounding two fighting men. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Miami Dade PD, break it up!" she yelled, but that didn't seem to help. She picked out two guys who seemed bigger than the two fighting ones, and gave them the mission of getting the two apart, because if she alone did it, she would not succeed and would certainly get hurt.

The two men managed to separate the fighting ones.

She heard a loud scream, and a crash, and something breaking. She rapidly weaseled her way out of the rapidly thinning crowd, and saw a dark blue compact car drive through the crowd of bystanders with no mercy, and before she had a chance to do anything, she felt herself getting pushed, and then everything went black.