Time really flies, I hadn't realized school started next week Wednesday! I'm only writing this chapter and one for Delko for the Defense until the new episodes start airing again. Thanks for all the reviews so far guys.
Chapter 8: Dude, Where's My Groom?
Calleigh sighed as she unlocked the front door and entered her house. She switched on the light and kicked off her high heels, feeling releaved as her feet stepped on the cool floor. She tossed her handbag on the kitchen counter, shrugged out of her jacket and leaned against it. Usually she'd take a nice hot bath and dress herself in more comfortable clothing before eating dinner but she was starving.
For a while Calleigh stared at her fridge pondering on whether to eat or not. She gave up and searched the contents of the fridge. Suprizingly there were no delicious chicken and pasta leftovers, there was barely anything inside it.
"Oh come on!" she grumbled along with her stomach.
The only things she could see were stuff to make a sandwich. She gathered everything into her arms at once and closed the fridge with her elbow. As she did that her cell phone began to ring. Proceeding to ignore the annoying vibration, she made her way over to the counter. But her eyes glimpsed Eric's name and suddenly she dropped everything on the surface to answer it. She cleared her throat and grabbed the phone.
"Hey, Eric," she chirped, "what a surprize!"
"Hey," he barely laughed.
"No offense and it's not that I don't like it - but why're you callin'? I thought you were taking a break."
"I can't sleep," he sighed.
"So, you want me to put you to bed?" she giggled.
"No," he laughed, "you see this is the reason I call you: as stupid as it sounds I sometimes feel like I have to hear your voice so that my day is complete... I really mean it when I say I can't live without you."
"Yet still you're on yourbreak which prevents you somehow from seeing me... you sure that I'm what you need right now?"
"Calleigh, stop," he moaned, "can't we just talk?"
Whenever they talked Calleigh couldn't help but giggle like a high school girl having a crush. They completed each other and it was always hard for either of them to stay away from the other.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm making dinner." She immediately turned to the items on the counter.
"Okay, what're you making?" his sexy voice wondered.
"Your favourite actually."
"A sandwich, Cal.? Are you okay?"
"Okay just listen, I ran out of leftovers and I didn't have time to cook on the weekend because of a long case!" she argued laughing.
She retrieved two slices of bread and slapped them on the counter proceeding to open the jar of mayo. "Darn, I forgot the plate."
"What? Oh my, Cal. you're a wreck without me," he said again sarcastically.
"Or it's just nine pm and I'm frickin' starving."
Calleigh covered the bread with the mayo and dropped three slices of ham on top.
"It's three slices of ham, right?"
"Yeah, I use three. Why does it matter?"
"Because if I don't make my sandwich right, my day won't be complete and then won't be able to sleep."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No... everyone loves to hear my voice," she refered to his earlier comment.
"You know, since I've been with you, you've become so self-absorbed."
"I know: you spoiled me."
Calleigh smiled proudly with her so called conceited self as she put the finishing touch to her food. She got the plate and went over to the living room couch.
Eric sighed, "I'm glad I make you feel good about yourself."
"Wha?" she took a bite, "What're you implying?"
"You know how you beat yourself up sometimes; blaming yourself for no reason... I'm just glad I can talk you out of it."
The conversation calmed. He definately could make her laugh and always remembered to show that he cared. Calleigh became quiet as these topics usually hit her soft spot, the part he was the expert at hitting.
"Hello?"
"I'm still here, Eric," she replied now nibbling her food.
"Did I make you upset?" he almost panicked.
"No, no," she reassured, "just - oh it's nothing."
"What?" he pushed.
"Why do you always do that? Like, hit me when I'm vulnerable?"
"Oh, I didn't realize. Sorry. Well, it's really the only way I can get you to talk when you're being..." he stopped and laughed.
"What?"
"Stubborn," he heard her groan, "or if you're upset. Man I always break the mood for you - sorry."
"It's okay, sometimes I like when you do."
The awkward moment settled in. Niether of them talked but listened to the silence.
"Um, I almost forgot to ask," he spoke up, "how was your day?"
"Good. A groom went missing from the wedding, we had to decide which one out of two goons killed a guy and I was so relieved when the bride found her groom alive... I miss you."
"I miss you, too," he sounded very sad. It just crushed her to hear him so down and she felt as if she had to comfort him. She almost burst. He felt exactly the same way.
"Eric, why can't you just come and see me so we don't have to go through all this?"
"I want to, but as I said I need time to think... being with you, you know what always happens..."
"Okay I get it."
"I still love you."
"I know."
"I was thinking - but I don't know how you'd react - I wanna go away," he held his breath.
"Where?" her eyes widened and she gulped down a large bite.
"Puerto Rico."
