Okay if you guys haven't realized that the word 'Breakdown' has several meanings to it. In this story it originally meant that Calleigh found a way to express her feelings in a hurtful way. But as the story progressed it was starting to mean the breakdown of Calleigh and Eric's relationship; giving the details of their liking for each other. Then chapter ten showed a different meaning which I can't quite explain what it meant.

Chapter 11: Heartbreaking

Two hours almost passed since the call went out, two hours since the search began, but how long had she been kidnapped for? They found her damaged car on the street, but how long was it there? Was she injured, losing blood, weezing or - dead? Nobody knew.

Although patrol was out in the field and H. and the others were out on the scene having an endless search, he thought it wasn't enough. He wanted to be out there, he knew more about her than anyone did, him, he knew her weaknesses and her problems way more than her mother knew. Soon he shook off the feeling of doubt and started on what he had. Evidence. The one thing that was always ture and never lied, something he could definatley rely on and was his closest alli at the moment.

Eric loaded the pictures onto the computer in the A.V. lab. The five of them came up quickly on the screen and ran themselves through the process. They were car treads, left behind in a hurry beside Calleigh's car at the crime scene. Eventually a picture and description of a type of van appeared. It was old type from the year 2002. But it wasn't enough, it only said what kind of car it was and millions of people around the world probably had it. He felt nowhere near relieved at the information.

look if you start crying I'm gonna send you home

Horatio's voice echoed in his head as a warning. He didn't want to go home, but the tears welled anyway. They overflowed out of his eyes, washing his brown face and reached for his chest. In a rush his hands wiped them away, but they came down harder like a river. At each attempt to stop himself he failed because it hurt so much. Just as much as she couldn't lose him, he couldn't lose her a million times more. Men could only deal with physical pain, but were torn to shreds by emotions. He gave up trying to conceal his sadness and held his face in his palms...

He went closer and they hugged. Calleigh just let go and pressed into him. She felt the heavy weight that she been hauling around all along, fall off. Sobs saved ran onto his shirt like they never done before. Moans came out naturally from her throat and muffled into his chest.

"I love you and don't ever leave me," the words she hid for so long were revealed and he heard them louder and clearer than ever...

"Eric, have you got anything?" Ryan rushed in on him. He found Eric in the state he was in: crying. "Hey." He walked up to him and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Ryan stared at him sadly, before he looked up. His eyes and face all stinging with tears and his nose slightly red.

"What?" Eric sniffled.

"I see you've found a match on the treads," he said lowly, realizing the monitor.

"Yeah," he wiped his face, "but it's not enough, all we know is what vehicle - not the colour or lisence plate."

"Um, Nat, Horatio and I processed the whole car, but we found no prints. Well, the only prints we found were Cal.'s. The broken glass, well, she and Valera are in DNA swabbing as if it was the last thing they'll ever do... we'll find her."

Ryan suddenly remembered the actual reason for coming to see him. So he drew up at seat beside him and sat down.

"The last time I saw Calleigh, she told me that she would've stayed here until you were finished working. She said that she was waiting on you, I don't know what for. But she was feeling a bit sick and had to head home."

"Sick how?" Eric stared at him...

Ryan caught her heading up to the elevator. Her heard her wet coughs as she wait for the doors to come.

"Hey, Calleigh, I thought you left a long time ago," he joined her at the elevator.

"No, I just finished talking with, Valera. I was actually gonna wait on Eric, but I have to go." He then realized that she was out of breath as she spoke. He arched an eyebrow at her trying to hide herself.

"Cal., you don't look too good. What's going on?" he asked worriedly.

"No, it's nothing to worry about...my chest hurts a little, but I'll be okay. I'm gonna... go home now though," she managed coughing into her hands.

"You sure you can drive by yourself?" he worried even more.

"Ryan..." she started but stopped as the doors parted creating an entrance. She went round the people coming out and inside. Before it closed he heard her trying to stiffle a dreaded cough...

Eric suddenly grimaced angrily.

"Why didn't you stop her?" he asked.

"Eric, she said that she'd be fine."

"That's Calleigh talk for 'I don't want you to see me when I'm not perfect', Wolfe! It means nothing, and you let her walk away!"

"Eric," Ryan now shouted, "don't blame me for her kidnapping!"

"Might as well you drove up to the guy and handed her to him!" he stood firm before him.

"Well it's not like I can drag her out of the elevator and tell not to go, Eric! She made a choice on her own, I tried to talk her out of it, but she's Calleigh, she does what she pleases!"

"You could at least come and tell me and I would've got her to stay!"

"So what are you, her boy friend now?! You are no different than anyone else here!" Ryan had crossed the line. Eric suddenly became outraged and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into wall! Everyone throughout the crime lab heard the loug bang. An officer heard the quarrell as he passed the lab and rushed in. He got hold of Eric and made an effort to pull him off. At first he struggled because Eric was so strong but then pushed him off and out the door.

Natalia saw the officer holding onto Eric protectively. Steam heated off his body and his chest heavied and dropped rapidly. His expression was far from handsome at this point. So was Ryan's. He stood against the wall in A.V., grimacing at Eric.

"Have you lost your minds?! What's wrong with you two? We're hear trying to figure out who took Calleigh and how we can get her back, instead you two are trying to kill each other!"

"We don't have any leads, N'talia," Eric said doubtfully, forcing himself to calm.

"You would have known if you came to me," she sighed angrily and disappeard down the hall. Eric was too pumped to have calmed down at that moment. With a grunt he shoved the officer off him then glared Ryan in the eye from across the hall. And he left.

ECECECECECECECECEC

Julissa Chang followed slowly behind an officer in brown uniform into interrogation. He stopped at the door, leaning upon the glass and left her wondering on the spot. Then she noticed his finger pointing to the vacant seat around the table. Natalia's eyes watched her as she seated herself. Brunette hair fell to her shoulders and beyond with bangs lying above her dark brown eyes. Her age seemed to be in the twenties because she looked very young. Julissa glanced nervously at the blackness of the table and pursed her lips.

"Miss Chang, thank you for coming forward and helping with the investigation," Natalia greeted from the opposite side of the table.

"I had to," she said.

"Tell me what you saw."

"Okay," she began, "I was on my way to my brother's house. At first there was a little traffic when the light turned red. Her car was in front of mine waiting, and when the light turned green she drove off and a blue van crashed into it. I was so frightened, the guy was in the lane across the street then suddenly slammed into the car! He got out and ran over to the driver's seat and dragged her out. She fought and everything, but he was too strong and then he opened the back of his van and pushed her in. I felt so sorry for her, I..." Julissa reached into her purse searching. Natalia waited. Suddenly she brought out a photo and handed it over.

All she could do was stare for a moment. It showed an old navy blue van with its back doors open. A guy in medium height with trashy blonde hair was shoving Calleigh through them. Her face was blocked by his body and he faced the inside of the van preventing the camera from seeing him either. What stood out clear was the lisence plate on the right door. In the back ground were cars speeding around Julissa's car and the van to get to safety, running away from the scene. The traffic light showed its bright green from across the street.

The C.S.I. faced the witness in total surprize that her jaw almost fell open.

"What time was this taken?" she managed to keep her composure.

"Uhm about eleven thirty. I took it with my camera."

"I'm grateful for this, really I am, but what took you so long to come to us?" Julissa became shocked as if she were in trouble and she stuttered.

"H-h-he was coming at me, w-with a knife and I don't know, I just panicked and drove off quickly! When I got to my brother's home I was freaking out and I didn't own a printer so I had to go t-to Walmart to get it printed - and it took a while. As soon as I got it, I came right here."

"It's okay, it's more than nothing," Natalia reassured, "you did the right thing... one more question: did you see her gun?"

"Her gun?" She thought back to the moment. Flashes of caos appeared in her mind as it struggled to recall everything. Soon her eyes brightened in fear.

"What happened?" she almost demanded.

"Oh my God - he took it from her," Julissa replied sadly.

"Thank you," Natalia managed to say, "this officer will see you out." As the officer did his job she ran out of the room.

Her heels carried her weight along the hallway quickly. She had the photograph held tightly in her palm as she made her way to A.V. lab again. She ran in there panting. Horatio and Ryan gained her attention.

"I got a plate!" she handed the phote to Ryan instantly. The two men stared at it. "We gotta hurry, witness said that he has her gun."

The plate numbers were entered, and they waited anxiously as the ran through the computer. A name popped up as well as a picture of the guy. Don Fisher, thirty seven, caucasian, brown eyes and blonde hair. The home address was in Mirmar and another address was stated in Miami. Natalia and Ryan looked to thier boss.

"We got two locations. Mr. Wolfe and I, we'll go to the house and you, Miss Boa Vista, you'll go to the other address."

With that they headed out. Horatio and Ryan went on their own way and Natalia on hers. First she had to make a trip to the locker room. But when she got down there she found someone. She slowed to a complete stop as she notcied. Eric seated his lonely self on the bench, far to the back of the room. He seemed to be scolding himself mentally because, because well she didn't know, but she knew Eric. He'd stay silent as a mouse was something was really wrong. Definately this case was tearing him apart piece be piece. She knew deep down that he loved this woman. There was no doubt, that he was in love with her either. Since the day she caught her kissing him in the lab, she knew something was there between them.

Her footsteps crept closer, being careful not to startle him in the process. He still hadn't seen or heard her coming. His forehead remained leaning against the wall, his eyes narrowed and his mind in thought. His features looked as if they were losing blood and dying inside and out.

"Eric," she called. When he gave no responce she perched beside him rubbing his shoulder gently. "Why are you here?"

"I don't know," he replied. His tear filled voice shocked her, "Horatio sent me home, but - I just can't leave, until I find her."

"Well, you will," he heard her smile, "a witness took a photo of the van she was abducted with, we ran the plates, Eric, we've got two locations."

"Locations," he sighed heavily.

"H. and Ryan went to the house and we're going to the warehouse, c'mon!" Natalia encouraged. He still wouldn't budge. "We're gonna find her, Eric, time's going we gotta leave now. C'mon!" She grabbed him by the arm and forced his lazy body of the seat, leading the way, hopefully to Calleigh.