A/N Here ya go, the resolve from last night, I had an argument with myself, does he rape her, does he nor rape her, does Eric have a gun? Does he not have a gun? I finally decided, and well you can read for yourself :)
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Chapter 51

I'd walked to the shop to get some milk, it was a usual Sunday morning, not doing much, just enjoying not having to go to work. It was a usual Sunday morning until I got back that was. The door was open, I knew that Calleigh would never leave it like that, and I knew that I had shut it on the way out, I was immediately on guard. I walked in the house, there was drywall on the carpet by the stairs, and Calleigh's 9 mil from by the door was on the dining room table, she wouldn't move it and not put it back, it was against Calleigh principle. I listened for the shower, it was definitely off.

"Calleigh?" I called

A scream came from upstairs, it was definitely Calleigh, and it wasn't a I've just seen an ant kind of scream, she was in trouble. I picked up her gun off the table, checked the magazine, thank God it was loaded. I made my way towards the stairs, I had no idea where they would be, but if I had to take one guess, it would be the bedroom, and just the thoughts left chills running through me. I crept up the stairs gun outstretched, silently praying she was ok. Our bedroom was the furthest door from the stairs, I checked every other room to be sure, but they were all empty. One last door, and she had to be in there, and I didn't want to know why. I nudged the door open with me elbow, the room was empty, or so it appeared, but I could tell it had recently been used, I heard a bang from the other side of the bed, and slowly made my way around.

The first thing I noticed was a pair of large men's working boots, attached to a man's legs. Then I saw Calleigh's feet, kicking and squirming, Calleigh's bare feet, and bare legs. Oh, God no, what had he done to her? I fully rounded the side of the bed so I could see the complete picture, although I was sure I didn't want to. Her hands were clearly taped behind her back, he had hold of her, one hand covering her mouth, the other holding a gun to her head, and she was clad merely in her bra, which was ripped, and a pair of panties, which were twisted out of place. That bastard, he either had of was going to... no I couldn't even think about it, my brain couldn't comprehend.

"Put the gun down or I blow her brains out." He shouted

I thought for a second. If I didn't, chances are he would, if I shoot him, chances are he'll shoot me, or her, before I could say stop, I put the gun down, I'm un armed, but he probably won't shoot, that's not what he wants. I put the gun down, he relaxes a bit, I put the gun down, he loosens his grip on her. Calleigh's a good fighter, she can sense when he's loosening his grip, she can worm her way out, it'll be two on one, I get the gun, he's a goner. The plan sounded good in my head, but chances of it going like that, slim to none, but it was worth a shot, and it was the least likely to get her killed.

I lowered the gun, slowly, giving Calleigh time to think, I locked eyes with her, trying to convey my silent message. My gun hit the bed, I saw his muscles loosen, and mine tensed, ready to launch. I let go, he muscles loosened that tiny bit more, and that tiny bit was all Calleigh needed, she squirmed, wriggled, kicked, flailed, he jumped just the slightest bit, he hadn't expected that. I grabbed the gun in his hand, his grip tightened around it, but loosened on her. She crawled away from him, freeing herself from his grasp. I tugged harder on the gun, I couldn't let him shoot her, or me. He twisted his body toward me, not focusing all his attention on the gun since he'd realised Calleigh was gone from his filthy hands. He pulled the trigger, the bullet hit the floor, the fragment grazing Calleigh's arm. I growled, at least I think it was me, I didn't know I could make such a noise, it was animalistic. I kicked him, hard as I could, he sucked in a breath, and released the gun.

I yanked it away from him, got to my feet, and aimed at his head. My finger was twitching at the trigger, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to see him suffer for damaging my perfect rose, for trying to pluck off the petals, but I couldn't, because then not even Horatio could save me from punishment, I'd be locked away, locked away from my Calleigh, and then who would protect her? I kept the gun pointed at him, just in case. I backed my way over to Calleigh, who was curled up on the floor, across the room, I removed the tape from her hands, carefully, I didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was. She jumped up as soon as they were undone.

"Who the hell are you?" she screamed

"So now you want to know my name?"

"Just tell her." I said, waving the gun to make a point of who had control

"Paul, Paul Dagger."

"Who sent you? Was it Jake?"

"No one sent me."

"Don't lie to me!" she screamed again

"I don't have to tell you anything Bitch."

"Don't you dare call her that again, or I swear I will shoot you."

"He paid to be anonymous."

"Well either you tell us, or we shoot, you, simple."

"I aint going to prison as a rapist or a grass."

"You've got one more chance or you're going 6 foot under as a rapist and grass."

"The 6 foot under it is."

He reached for the gun on the bed, I shot his, leg, but he just carried on, picked up the gun, pointed it at his head.

"Remember Bitch, you're the reason I'm going under."

And he fired, blood spraying everywhere, he collapsed in a heap on the floor, dead as doorpost. I put the gun down on the bed, and stared, I felt a sense of relief, he was gone, he couldn't hurt her, but he already had, he didn't deserve the easy way out. He should of gone to prison with rapist tattooed on his back, because that's what he was, a filthy, disgusting creature, a rapist. Calleigh was stood there, staring, but not at him, at nothing, he mouth was pressed into a line, she was trying not to cry and I knew it, but she lost the fight, and the tears spilled over streaming down her face. She started slapping at herself, at first I couldn't understand what she was doing, but then I realised, she was trying to get him off her.

"He's everywhere, on me, over me, I want him OFF!" she cried "Get him away from me!"

She tugged at her underwear, trying to pull it off, her hands we shaking, she was shaking. I walked towards her and pulled her into me, hoping that it wasn't too much, that she wasn't afraid of the contact.

"Get it off me Eric, it's him, I can feel him on me." she sobbed into my chest

I let her go enough to take of her underwear, I threw it in the bin, I knew she'd never want to wear it again. I sat on the floor and pulled her into my lap, I could feel her shaking, the tears racking her whole body. I cried too, I didn't care how pathetic it looked, to see her broken like that, to know how much it hurt, I felt every bit of pain that went through her heart, knowing there was nothing I could do to make it go away. I knew there was things I should do, I needed to call Horatio, this would have to be investigated, but I could wait, because the most important thing in the world was in my arms, the rest of the world could be put on hold, she needed me, and I needed her, it was simple...


A/N I couldn't be mean and let him rape her, that would be bad karma, so I hope you like the outcome. I can't remember if I've said this, but there IS going to be a sequel, thank you so much to all of you who replied saying that you wanted one, it means a lot to think people want me to continue.

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