Title: All Alone
Pairings: Talliegh
Rating: T
Characters: In this chapter: A few cups ofCalliegh, (duh, this story is about her) a sprinkle of Eric, A few tablespoons of Horatio, and a dash of Ryan
Disclaimer: My names not sue.
A/N: So, finally, here is the next chapter, way longer than any of the others! Puh-lease review and tell me what you think and if I should go on!
Calliegh rolled over in bed and looked at her alarm clock. She sighed seeing it was already after ten. She and her large, eight and a half month rounded stomach got up from the bed and slowly made it to the bathroom.
After Calliegh was showered and dressed, she went downstairs and made herself a small breakfast. After which she was exhausted, so she plopped down on the couch and flicked on the T.V. She flipped through the channels carelessly, and after finding nothing good was on, she settled on the news. She turned up the volume and listened to the reporter.
"Today, two New York undercover FBI agents were involved in a shootout in an abandoned warehouse. One agent was critically injured, while his partner was unharmed. The suspects were under investigation by the FBI in the case of the disapperance of a suburban family from last year. The suspects are now in the custody of the New York FBI. No names have been released at this time."
"I can't believe this." Calliegh muttered to herself. She was no longer paying attention to what the reporter was saying, but to the pictures of the scene the camera was displaying.
At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, but after a few seconds she was sure that she was really seeing the face she would never forget, right in front of her on her television screen. Calliegh felt many emotions flash through her. First confusion, than happiness, more confusion, sadness, hurt, betrayel, a broken heart, and finally, anger. She grabbed her keys, ran out of her house with the slam of a door, and was speeding out of the driveway faster than she had moved her intire pregnancy.
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Calliegh pulled into the parking garage at Headquaters and quickly made her way to the employee enterance. She stormed through the halls of CSI furiosly, passing various labtechs, patrole officers, and members of the swing shift, all of who were giving her strange looks for being at work when she was on maternity leave and due to have a baby anyday. Calliegh returned their looks with cold glares, daring them to say anything to her, which of course, anybody who had a brain, knew better. Calliegh arrived at the bottom of her destination and quickly climbed the stairs.
"How could you?" Calliegh yelled as she stormed into Horatio's office without knocking.
"How could I what?" Horatio asked, turning to Calliegh from Ryan, who was seated in front of Horatio's desk.
"I know you know what I'm talking about." Calliegh said with more anger than before.
"And that would be?..." Horatio asked innocently.
Calliegh sighed angrily. He obviously wasn't gonna fold this way. She'd just have to take a different approach.
"Guess who I saw on my T.V. Today?" Calliegh asked, voice softer, but still hard and firm.
Ryan immediately turned to her. "George Clooney?" He guessed. "Cause you know, after leaving ER a few years ago, that guy is huge, he's everywhere."
Calliegh and Horatio just stared at him. "What?" Ryan asked. "I have Tivo." Calliegh shook her head. "No, I saw my dead fiancee." Calliegh turned to Horatio. "I know Tim's alive, and I know you know it too." She cried softly, a pleading tone in her voice.
Horatio turned to Ryan. "Would you please excuse us?" Ryan continued to stare at Calliegh, while Horatio prompted him again to leave. "Oh, right." Ryan said. "Yeah, I'll, uh, see you guys later." Ryan stood and gave Calliegh a soft squeeze on the shoulder before leaving.
Horatio sighed and turned back to Calliegh. "How'd you find out?"
"Well defiantly not from you, or Tim. I had to see him on my T.V. Screen. He was at a FBI shootout scene in New York. New York!" Calliegh yelled.
"Listen Calliegh, I'm sorry, it's just-"
"Oh, don't you dare 'I'm sorry' me." Calliegh interrupted. "I want to know why. Why you did this to me. Why he did this to me."
"Oh Calliegh, Tim had to go. He didn't have a choice. He wanted it this way. He knew it was gonna hurt you, I knew it too. But Tim thought it would be better leaving you thinking he was dead, than leaving and thinking he didn't love you." Horatio explained.
Calliegh remained quite for a minute, processing everything Horatio just told her, before speaking. "Who else knows?" She whispered.
"Calliegh, you don't-"
"Who else knows?" Calliegh growled. "I want to know who else has been hiding this from me, lying to me, laughing at me behind my back because I couldn't figure out that my fiancee was alive and left me here, alone, pregnant with his child, while he's in New York working for the FBI."
"Calliegh, no one has been laughing at you, were all just trying to help you." Horatio said.
"Eric?" Calliegh growled again.
Horatio sighed. "Yes."
"Alexx?" Calliegh continued questioning.
"Not at first, but eventually she had too." Horatio gave in.
"Have you been, talking to him?" Calliegh asked in a whisper.
"Yes, every few months, usually he was the one who contacted me." Horatio said.
Tears started free-falling down Calliegh's face. "Did you tell him?"
"That your pregnant?" Horatio asked. Calliegh nodded. "No."
Calliegh looked up at him. "He doesn't know?" She asked.
"No, I never told him, I knew if I told him, He'd be back here before I hung up the phone. It wouldn't be good for him right now." Horatio explained.
"I can't believe you Horatio." Calliegh yelled. "Tim doesn't even know he's gonna be a father because your to damn selfish to let him know." Calliegh stopped and spoke softer. "I trusted you Horatio, and all this time you've been lying to me."
Calliegh spun quickly on her hells to leave, only to run right into Eric, the force knocking her to the ground.
"Calliegh?" Eric stopped. "What are you doing here? I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Eric asked as he leaned down to help her up.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Calliegh said, very slowly and firmly, still lying on the ground.
"Cal, I said I was sorry. What's wrong with you?" Eric asked.
"What's wrong with you?" Calliegh asked as she sat up.
"Me, what do you mean?" Eric asked, suddenly confused by her attitude, but figuring it was just her hormones.
"What I mean is Tim." Calliegh said, as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. "He's alive, not dead."
"How'd you? Never mind, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Eric asked.
Calliegh sighed. "Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no." Calliegh groaned.
"Was that a yes or a no?" Eric asked.
"My water just broke." Calliegh exclaimed.
"Eric, lets get her to the hospital." Horatio said.
Eric stepped closer to Calliegh and put his arm around her back to guide her out.
"Don't touch me." Calliegh yelled, quickly pulling away from Eric.
"Cal, we've got to get you to the hospital." Eric said.
"I'll take myself." Calliegh said stubbornly.
"Calliegh, your in labour, you can't drive." Horatio reasoned.
"Yes I can, it's not like I'm having contrac- oh gosh, oh, ow, ow, ohhhh." Calliegh moaned in discomfort.
"See, now you are, so let's go." Eric said.
"No." Calliegh objected. "I'll get there some other way." Calliegh said.
"How?" Horatio asked.
"I, I'll get a cab."
"Calliegh." Eric said. "There's like what? Four cabs in all of Miami? It's hard enough getting one of them, but I don't think they are gonna give you a ride while in Labour."
Calliegh shifted her weight uncomfortably. "I'll call someone then." She said impatiently.
"Who?" Eric challenged.
"I don't know." Calliegh yelled.
"Calliegh, just let me drive you." Eric requested.
"Fine." Calliegh gave in. "But your only driving me." She threw her head back as another contraction began to take action. "Oh, please, please, hurry."
TBC...
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