Okay I was wondering how to start this chapter, and I thought of a light-hearted moment, because the two barely had a scene in Collateral Damage and that kinda made the episode a little boring for me and others too. So here's 'What Went Missing'.

The blazing hot Miami sun had finally set in the evening sky, just as a case came to an end. The couple drove home in separate cars, to be discrete, but parked in the same garage. Their relationship went from it's giddy start to the part where the love began to soak in. Although they were always open with each other about almost anything and supported each other's opinion, now they were suddenly used to the closeness and living together came natural almost like - a family. The feeling was great.

Calleigh sat herself quietly on the bed, all refreshed and ready for sleep. She waited on him to join her, more like watching him get dressed for bed. He didn't mind one bit, because he sometimes sneeked a peak at her while she did too. It was legal. But now was just plain weird.

As Eric stepped out from the bathroom heading down the hallway leading towards the bed, he felt her eyes on him. Her lovely green eyes were. He smiled at her gazing and searched his drawer for clean boxers. When he did find a pair, he slid the towel off to put them on. As he did so he felt the urge to look behing him to see if she was still watching. Infact her eyes never changed position, they were glued. She didn't even blink. Eric put them on and a white shirt, too. He went around to the other side of the bed, climbed on and snuck up behind her.

As she felt his gritty chin tickle her shoulder and neck, she jumped gasping.

"Eric," she calmed settling into his touch.

"You saw me coming."

"No, I didn't," she answered. Eric leaned against the bed post and pulled her into his lap. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhailed her scent. Then his strond arms held her around the waist.

"How was your day?" he asked, kissing her shoulder, waiting on an answer, "Calleigh?"

"What?" she looked back at him like he just began talking.

"I asked you 'how was your day' and you didn't hear...What are you thing about?"

"Oh, nothing," her gaze fell to his arms.

"C'mon, you were thinking about something, otherwise you'd say something about me walsing in here naked."

Calleigh giggled leaning against his chest. He quickly smooched her cheek and she giggled again.

"Eric, stop," she smiled.

"Why? I haven't seen you all day," he continued to invade her personal space even more.

"Yes you have, twice."

"Not enough," he said. Eric rubbed his itchy chin along her smooth skin and she shrieked.

"Stop, I mean it."

"Are you gonna tell me how was your day then?" he backed off.

"Yes...as usual it's a case where the cause of the murder was stupid, innocent people are killed, a family who's supposed to be the innocent ones aren't and are a part of the crime AND, this is the best part, they killed the wrong person BY accident."

Silence followed her unexpected statement. She didn't seem angry, but was definatley not please either. Eric down at her face: eyes and hands fidling with his arms quietly.

"You okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound the way it did, but it's true," she replied softly.

"Well, if something's bothering you, you can always tell me. So?" She shifted her position to face him.

"Are you afraid? Of the Russians?"

"No... you?"

"I don't know, it seems to me like people are dropping like flies for the craziest reasons and I feel like it's just starting."

"What's just starting?" he asked curiously.

"The whole 'Russian mob' thing, the whole 'warning' and bombs in the lab... I might sound stupid when I say it but, the whole stalking thing is creepy."

"That didn't sound stupid, you're just worried...not everyone likes stalkers taking pics of us," he laughed. She eyed him with a very worried expression and he stopped.

"I'm sorry."

"I keep wondering if we're being watched constantly, and it's not a nice feeling; when is it going to end? I mean it's not like we have a case and evidence to go on, you know? It's like we're stuck in the movie where the characters don't know what's coming and the audience knows, at they can't give us the slightest

warning."

Eric looked away thinking of what she said. No matter what she said to him or how she'd say it, it'd always make sense. She thought of something that was big and their lives we put in danger, the teams lives - and yet they were doing nothing about it.

"You see, I'm sounding stupid right then," she pouted.

"No," he reassured, "it makes alot of sense, I never really thought about it that much..."

"It's like they're waiting for the right time to strike," she continued in confidence, "Why isn't Horatio doing anything about it?"

"Honestly, Calleigh, there's not much to go on. He'd like to, I'd like to, but unless they strike again leaving evidence to catch them, we're left with nothing."

He took her palms in his and rubbed the coldness out of them. She sat there, with her legs crossed, inbetween his, looking so unbelievingly beautiful. The curls of her lengthy hair fell down over her shoulders resting above her breasts. Her shirt hugged her body and so did her shorts. The rest was simply silky skin. But it was her unsure face that bothered him, seeing her worry got him worried also. Her eyes could get as big as saucers when she worried and when she cried rarely.

"When I really think about these things, sometimes it can get scary,"

"Don't let it get to you, Cal. you have to stay strong. You're the strongest person I know, sometimes I think you're stronger than Horatio." A grin broadened on her face, "I mean it. It's scary, but we need to hang on for the people of Florida, and most importantly ourselves. Okay?"

Calleigh looked him the eyes sincerely, "What would I do without you?" She rested her body against his with her arms wrapped round him. Eric patted her back and reached over to the night stand and switched off the light. He sunk into a comfortable position beside her and covered their bodies with the sheets.

In a matter of minutes their eyes adjusted to the darkness and dim moonlight shining in on them. He watched as she stared at him lovingly, it gave a warm feeling inside: 'Everything's gonna be just fine', it told him. She kissed him goodnight, he kissed her twice goodnight and they both joined as one after that. Niether stopped until sleep came knocking.

"The question is, what would I do without you?"