Nine

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Calleigh observed the crime scene in front of her. She watched Nirvana come closer to her carrying the small screaming child. Nirvana just placed the child in her arms and told her to 'deal with it'. Nirvana obviously didn't like children.

Calleigh found herself rubbing the infant's back and bobbing up and down a bit. The baby started calming down. Every patrol officer apparently wasn't being calm for the small child. What was a kid to think when everyone around them was so tense? Didn't they know if you were calm so is the baby? Obviously not. Calleigh then looked back down at the child. He kept himself close to her. He must be scared.

Then her cell rang causing the small child to jump and cry once again. He was obviously tired and wanted nothing more than a good long nap. Calleigh felt the same way. Sighing she pulled out her cell and looked at the caller ID. Owens?

"Duquesne," she answered while still attempting to calm the small child. She didn't think she was getting much luck. She balanced the child on her hip and moved the phone for it to be closer to her ear. She then braced it with her shoulder and held the baby close to her again.

There was a slight pause, "Detective," his voice didn't have any sense of approval. How could she have messed up? She's spent the whole day drumming her fingers on the desk so far.

"You're wanted back in Miami," she felt the colour drain from her face. Why could this happen? She was just starting over. Now she was wanted back in Miami?

"I can't—," she tried to protest. She wanted to stay far away from that place. As far as she could.

He didn't miss a beat, "Your plane leaves in three hours," she gulped slightly. Her greatest fear at that moment was going to Miami. She didn't want to see him again.

"Lieutenant Caine wants you down there as fast as possible. I did my best."

Calleigh knew protesting wouldn't get her anywhere. She had to try, "Detective Owens, I can't just leave an investi—."

He interrupted her again, "Calleigh," she could tell by the sound of his voice he was mostly likely rubbing his brow, "You're a suspect in a murder case," how the hell could she be a suspect in a murder case?

"How—," he interrupted her again.

"I don't know Calleigh, just go take care of it," then she heard the phone click. She didn't want to go. She knew she had to cooperate with this. It would look very bad on her part if she didn't.

She looked around for Nirvana. Someone had to take care of this child. She finally spotted the woman talking with one of the CSI's. Calleigh really missed being a CSI. This particular CSI looked barely out of college. Calleigh knew she out do this one, but then again, she was on her way back to Miami.

"Detective McAlister," Nirvana spun around and glared at her. Calleigh stopped in her tracks a bit and watched the woman slightly.

"Saratoga, I'm busy," she almost spat.

Calleigh cleared her throat a bit, "I'm needed back in Miami."

Nirvana took a step closer and dropped her hands to her sides, "What could be so important to go back to the infamous 'Sunshine State'," Nirvana took another step closer, "Seriously, I want to know."

Calleigh sized her up, "Murder charges."

She watched Nirvana calm a bit, "Give 'em hell," Calleigh was extremely surprised by Nirvana, "I highly doubt you would ever kill someone unless you had to. I know you would also report it if it was you that killed them," she was right, then Nirvana saw the child, "Don't lay that responsibility on me, I'm no one's mum," Calleigh smiled for what she felt the first time in a very long time.

…

Eric paced by the elevators. He knew Calleigh was going to walk through them any second and he wanted to talk to her first off. Eric was able to keep Valera from analyzing the biological fluid. He knew it wouldn't be long until she would have to run the samples. Then both he and Calleigh would most likely be found out. He knew she didn't want that.

His eyes perked up slightly when the doors opened and a petite blond walked through. Calleigh. She wore her typical black ensemble. She looked the same. He watched as she took in a breath and stepped off. Her hair was slightly tousled from the long hours of the plane. Not to mention from the high in static blue blankets Continental Airlines passed out.

"CSI Delko," she said as she walked passed him. She didn't want to talk to him.

He nearly jogged to match her pace, "Calleigh, I think you shou—," She turned hastily into the bathroom. Probably to clean up her appearance.

He heard the sink going and then a loud clunk. Eric took that as not a good sound. He quickly pushed open the door and found her lying on the floor. A small cut on her forehead. He rushed over to her and placed both his hands on either side of her face, slapping her gently in hopes to bring her back to consciousness.

"Querida, open your eyes," he would have begged to see those beautiful green orbs again.

She groaned but her eyes remained closed for a couple of seconds before they opened slightly, "Damn," she brought her right hand up and felt the cut. It wasn't serious. Probably shocked her.

"I'll get Tara," he was about to move when he felt her hand on his wrist, "Calleigh—."

"I'm sorry," she started to sit up. How could she have fallen? He looked down at her feet, one of her heels had broken and the sudden misbalance caused her to hit her head on the water faucet.

He cleared her hair from the wound, "You need to go to the hospital," she knew it was true. She could have very much hit her head harder than anticipated.

"I'm fine."

He immediately rolled his eyes. It was nice seeing Calleigh again. It was nice holding Calleigh again, even though it would probably be short lived. He leaned down and brushed more hair out of her face and kissed her on her forehead. She paused and looked up.

She didn't say anything. She just wanted to savour this moment as much as she could. Then the door opened. Valera walked in and saw the two of them on the floor. She saw the blood first, "I'll get Tara," with that she turned and left. Eric chuckled slightly feeling some sort of happiness for the first time in a long time.

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Calleigh had fallen asleep some time in Eric's arms. Now she was awake and in a hospital. She knew she would be able to be home in a few hours. Eric was sitting across from her. Luckily Calleigh's little 'cleaning up' stunt stalled Valera from processing the other evidence.

They had wanted scans on her head just in case there could be any complications, "Cal," he moved closer to the bed.

She leaned back against the pillows, "Do I get to go back to my hotel tonight?"

He smiled, "Not alone," his hand found hers, "Calleigh, I'm sorry," she looked at him for a second, "Come back," she had tears in her eyes.

"I can't."

I'm officially stuck on 'Tested Love' I don't really know when I actually will get it up. I might go on a hiatus soon…I probably will for a couple of days. I need some time to think. My thoughts are getting too jumbled as I said in last chapter. All is well with my husband, not really for me. When I get like this, it's best for me not to attempt to write something like this. In situations like this I have trouble comprehending and speaking English, I'm going to be busy this week. Very busy. I'd rather if concerns are not expressed in reviews. If your curious, send a PM. I'll do my best to answer.

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