Chapter 14

Thanks again for all the reviews =)

I hope all the people who have a Holiday at this moment are enjoying themselves =) I know me and my large family are. (they're all in my home)

Random fact time: I'm allergic to aspirin and red meat (I'm a vegetarian because I don't like meat in general)

I also hate seeing the sight of my blood in large amounts (I cut the bottom of my foot last night and the colour drained from my face and I almost vomited and fainted)

Please R/R

It's been hours since the bolo for Henri Remilly went out. At this moment Eric found himself sitting on the break room couch. Calleigh was pacing back and forth and staring at the news. She had been a little jumpy since her last nightmare in the car. He could relate to having nightmares and being jumpy afterwards…. just not as long as she has had them so far.

At the sound of the door opening, Calleigh turned her head. Ryan entered the room and made his way over to the coffee machine. She kept her eyes on him. Looking up from what he was doing, Ryan opened his mouth to speak, "How was Louisiana?" Calleigh and Eric both knew how to answer that question.

She carefully traced the edges of her sling and looked back up at Ryan, but she didn't speak, Eric did, "It was great, Wolfe. Turns out we have someone after us," Eric's sarcasm seemed to slightly surprise Ryan. Sure Eric could be sarcastic towards Ryan, but in a situation like this…he usually wasn't.

Ryan also had obviously caught the sarcastic tone in Eric's voice. He nodded and turned on his heel with his coffee and made his way out of the room. Once again she found herself fingering the sling, "Why did you do that?" she found her voice.

Eric looked over at her, "It was a stupid question," he said defensively before Calleigh interrupted him.

"Eric, he wanted to help take my mind off of what has happened!"

Eric couldn't believe that they were having this little argument, "He could have at least asked you a different question," once again he was defensive, he then realized he should have let her answer the question, "I'm sorry," she nodded her head and sat next to him. He looked over at her. She yawned, "Are you tired?" she slightly nodded.

"I didn't get much relaxing sleep during the drive back," he nodded at her, he knew it must be hard to function when you have nightmares about your past almost every time you close your eyes. He could tell something else was also plaguing her while she slept. Something deeper.

He looked down at his watch, "Well, it's a little past nine," she looked up from her hands, "C'mon, let's go."

She raised an eyebrow, "Eric, where are we going?" he stopped and turned to her. She was now standing up, left hand extended slightly towards him.

"I have to make some calls," he turned and left the room. She followed him.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number he knew since he was a child. He was calling his parents. Calleigh didn't know what he was doing. She tried listening to the conversation. It started out in Spanish; she could tell he was saying "Mami, put Papi on the phone," that's all she could translate before it turned into Russian. For some reason he didn't want her to know what he was talking about.

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The drive was quiet. The only sound was once again the hum of the powerful engine being controlled by Eric. Calleigh found herself thinking about why he would speak in Russian. Why he would want to hide something from her.

"Why were you speaking Russian?" she asked him softly.

His hands wrapped tighter around the steering wheel, "in situations like this, my dad would rather I speak Russian," she could tell that wasn't the truth. He said a lot of things over the phone.

She questioned him further, "But why should I not know what you were talking about? You were obviously talking about me," she heard him say her name a couple of times. She could also tell that he was worried about her…even though it wasn't in English or Spanish. He didn't answer her. The rest of the drive seemed long and no one spoke.

Eric turned on a road that was well lit. Looking out the window, Calleigh noted that the homes looked…cozy and nice with a lot of culture to them. This looked to be a neighbourhood that was proud. He pulled into a driveway and cut the engine, "We're here," with that he pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the door and made his way to the back to get the bags out. They heard the sound of a screen door opening and closing. A woman, probably about in her mid fifties came out.

"Eric, mi hijo," she embraced Eric. Smiling, Calleigh recognized this as Carmen Delko, his mother. Carmen took almost immediate notice of Calleigh and made her way to her. Embracing her she said, "Wonderful to finally meet you Calleigh, mi hijo speaks about you all the time," Eric smiled at his mother, she got her grammar wrong.

Eric watched as his mother took Calleigh by the left hand and lead her into the house. He knew she would be safe tonight. He also hoped that she would be able to get some decent much needed sleep.

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Looking around, Calleigh found herself in Alice Martin's room. Then she was Alice Robinson. Alice was wearing a long white dress. She was marrying her long time boyfriend, Lyle Martin.

"I don't know if I can do this, Calleigh," she had to smile at her friend. Alice was a year older than her and fresh out of high school. Getting married.

Calleigh stood up and made her way to her. She straightened the necklace around Alice's neck and took a step backwards, "You look great," she gave her friend a warm smile.

"You really think so?"

Calleigh smiled even bigger, "I know so," she could tell Alice was feeling all happy and bubbly inside. It's not everyday a girl gets married.

Next, Calleigh found herself in the church. She was dressed in her floor length light blue dress. Smiling at the scene in front of her, she ran her hand through her currently curled blond locks. Then, a figure, about five ten or so stood next to her. He was dressed a little out of place but nice nonetheless.

"A great day to get married, isn't it?" Calleigh looked up at the man. He was handsome. Very handsome. He looked like he could be a model for some fashion company.

"My friend is the bride, Alice Robinson," He looked down at her. He had the bluest eyes...there was something in the way he looked at her…something that made the hairs on the back of her neck tingle.

He gave her a warm smile, "the groom is my cousin," he looked up then back down, "Henri Remilly," he extended his hand out to her.

"Calleigh Duquesne."

He bent down slightly with her hand still firmly in his grasp, "The pleasures all mine, Miss Duquesne," he kissed her hand lovingly. That was the first time she encountered Henri Remilly.

Calleigh once again woke to a start. She had dreamt of how she met her current stalker. Henri. She looked over at the clock. It read 2:34 AM. Sighing, she pushed the covers off her body and swung her legs over the bed and made her way out the door and down the hall.

She slowly moved her way down the hall, carefully fingering the wall to make sure she would at least stay close to something solid in the darkness. She turned and entered a room and made her way to the bed.

The rustling of the sheets made her head move upwards, "Cal, what's going on?" Eric was awake.

She thought deeply about turning around and moving back to her room but decided against it. She sighed softly, "I couldn't sleep."

In the moonlight he saw her rub the side of her face. He wanted to comfort her so bad that it hurt, "Come here," she looked up. Slowly she made her way over to him and sat down beside him.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he turned silver in the moonlight, "I'm here Calleigh, don't ever forget that," she nodded and put her hands on his chest causing him to lie down. She laid down beside him and put her head on his chest. Carefully as if he was handling something that could bruise easily, he wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed a sweet kiss in on her forehead. She didn't want to talk about it. He could tell by her actions, "Tell me when you want to, Querida," she snuggled deeply into him, letting sleep overcome her.

Hope everyone liked my latest installment. Personally, I don't like the way it ended. I wrote this a couple of hours ago and had to think of a way to tie it in a little bow because I have a three-year-old on my lap watching my every movements. (my little niece, Chlo, for some reason she looks a lot like me when I was her age and she happens to have my temperament, much to my sister's dismay)

Well, please review; I might be able to write some more tomorrow, depends on how busy I am because I'll be cooking almost all day. Fun. Also…my foot really hurts. I feel sorry for my husband, he's carried me around the house mostly as a joke today.

Leigha

And again, Merry Christmas