Chapter 4

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Ummm, so far I'm very sleep deprived, I only got two hours last night.

Oh yeah, I was always terrible at Geography, I made up every address you see below

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Again Calleigh found herself sitting at the lit up table reexamining the evidence that was destroyed from the coffee spill. She was mainly waiting for the casing that were found in the crime scenes to get a hit from the database, but so far, no luck. So far they had nothing, they couldn't just stop at a dead end like that! She wouldn't let herself just stop. Sighing she buried her head in her arms. She wanted to catch this guy. She didn't want any more murders happening while she was planning on going to Louisiana.

That's when she heard it. She heard her computer stop. Finally there was a match somewhere in the database. Smiling to herself, she got up from her stool and walked over. The name said: Jason Edwards. Smiling once again to herself, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. Eric.

"Hey Eric, I got a hit…it's a Jason Edwards, 1243 Coral Street. You're welcome," she leaned against the lit up table and sighed to herself. Maybe this case was gonna be closed after all.

That was before her phone rang. Flipping it open and muttering a quick 'Duquesne' she heard Natalia's voice on the other end. She got an ID on both victims. The first one, Kathy James, twenty-four, and the second, Natalie Walden, twenty-two. Closing her phone, she sighed and made her way to Horatio's office.

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Eric made his way up Jason Edwards' home. All he could say about it was that it was large, and definitely out of his budget. The guy was a waiter…and on parole. Eric held up his hand and knocked on the door. He heard footsteps about five seconds later approach the door. Opening it was a young woman. Probably about thirtyish. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"Can I help you?" she asked kind of annoyed.

Eric looked at her for a second, "I'm looking for a Jason Edwards?" he said in more of a question than a statement.

She rolled her eyes, "What did Jason do now?" she obviously knew Jason.

"That's what we would like to find out Ms-"

"It's Mrs. Cameron Edwards," she cut him off sharply. Okay, so he was married.

"Do you know where I can find your husband?"

She looked like she was thinking for a minute, from then on; everything seemed to go in slow motion. He just noticed how worried the woman was. The way she gripped the doorframe. He heard a gunshot. Her chest exploded as the bullet went right through. Then he could tell another hit her in the stomach. She fell, pulling her hand over her stomach as she did. Her eyes were open wide in shock.

Eric quickly looked over the dying woman. He knew she wouldn't make it. She died in front of him. He saw another figure appear from the doorway. They had their gun raised for him. He watched as Jason lifted his gun towards him. He heard two gunshots and glass shattering. He felt nothing.

He looked around and saw Jason lying on his back. Blood pooling around his head. Whoever shot him was a damn good shot. Right between the eyes. His head turned quickly behind him. Calleigh. She was standing behind him; she was still in her stance as she had been when her gun discharged. The window in his hummer had been shot out.

"Are you okay?" she asked making her way to him and helping him up.

He looked at her worried eyes, then he looked back at Cameron Edwards, "Yeah," he thought he was going to die. He heard Calleigh sigh as she pulled out her cell phone and called it in.

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Eric was worried about Calleigh. She hadn't said anything since she called in the shooting. He saw her give her statement, then she left. Quickly.

Records had confirmed that Cameron and Jason were actually married. DNA put him at both of the murder scenes. His probable reason to why he was going to kill Eric was because he probably didn't know he was a cop when he killed his own wife. Then he tried to kill him and ended up on Alexx's table with a .35 lodged in his brain. He still needed to thank Calleigh for saving his life.

He walked into the ballistics lab, he couldn't find her. He then found himself walking

found Ryan cleaning out his locker with Lysol Wipes. Ryan gave him a slight wave letting him know he noticed him walk in. Eric returned it before once again turning to find Calleigh. He rounded the corner when he felt his body connect with a smaller one. All their bags were dropped. He quickly reached out and hooked his arms around their waist and held them up. He looked into the eyes of whom he caught.

Calleigh.

Calleigh was dressed…casually. She was dressed in what looked to be dark blue running clothes. Her hair was still down over her small shoulders. That's when he noticed the suitcase.

"Where are you going?" he asked her when he let her go.

She picked up her purse from the ground and picked up the handle on her suitcase, "I'm going to Louisiana," she tried to move past him.

"Flying?" he knew she detested flying. Ever since 9/11.

"I'm driving," she started going through her purse for her keys. She smiled successfully when she pulled them out, "Bye Eric," she said quickly before she headed towards her silver Chrysler.

He watched as she popped the trunk and picked up her large suitcase and stuck it in the back. Closing it, she turned and waved at him before she turned quickly again and entered the driver's door before she started the car and drove off.

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It's been hours since she was at the Crime Lab. She was still on the road. Her goal was to get as far as she could before she was almost asleep at the wheel. She knew it wasn't smart. At this very moment, she was almost in Mississippi. She planned on stopping in it for the night.

She drove around for about another hour before she pulled into a small motel. Not really caring about the appearance of the motel, she parked her car and entered the main office.

Within five minutes she was out and had a keycard.

She drove herself on the other side of the motel. Stopping in front of what seemed could be her room. She pulled out her suitcase and made sure her car was locked. She wanted it there the next morning. She opened the door to her motel room and looked around. It was small. It had one bed in the middle of the room with a small television set in the middle. She rolled her suitcase until it was at the foot of the bed. She sat at the end and carefully untied her shoelaces and removing them off one by one. Without changing her clothes, she crawled under the sheets and fell asleep. Quickly.

I hope you liked this chapter. Even though the chapter says 'End' it isn't the end of the story

Just the end of the case.

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Leigha

P.S. I'm not sure I can update tomorrow.