The song this time is If you're gone - by matchbox twenty, which is
personally one of my favorite songs of all times - if you don't know it do
yourself a favor and download it - it's absolutely beautiful!!!
PART 3
*
I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak
I think you're wrong
*
It's been two weeks - two very long weeks. Everywhere he looked it seemed like they were there, working a case together, going out to dinner. the worst was two days ago when he came into the parking lot and saw Calleigh coming out of Hagen's car in the morning, realizing that she must have spent the night at his place.
It was pure torture!
He was closing himself in the lab lately, trying to avoid running into her in the halls - her or all of the other people who were constantly discussing the new office romance.
He was so deep in his misery that he didn't notice Speed walking into the lab until the other man's hand was on his shoulder.
"How long are you gonna keep doing this to yourself?" Speed asked as he sat down next to him.
"Do what? I don't know what you're talking about!" Erik said quickly, maybe too quickly.
Speed looked at him closely, a small smile forming on his lips "Man, I'm your best friend, I'm Calleigh's friend too - now what kind of friend would I be if I didn't notice what was going on with you two?"
Erik sighed, knowing that there was no way he could hide this from Tim anymore - it was stupid to try from the beginning. Speed always knew what was going on with his friends - he didn't always say anything, he was a private guy and as such he believed in giving others their privacy to deal with their own problems - but he always knew. It was part of what made him such a good friend.
"Listen Delko if you really are interested in Calleigh then you should make your move - I think you'd be surprised at the results"
"I'm afraid that ship has already sailed Speed" Erik said miserably "She's with Hagen now and."
"Look, I'm not gonna mess with you here" Speed said earnestly "She's with Hagen now and it seems to be going ok between them - but you haven't told her how you feel yet, and that means the game isn't over yet."
He got up from his seat and started to leave the lab stopping by the door give out his last piece of advice "You can't loose the game if you weren't even in it in the first place Delko. Talk to her - you've got nothing to loose at this point"
*
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure
*
Calleigh was working in her lab, testing some casing s from a recent drive by shooting case. She hummed to herself as she examined the bullet under the microscope. Today was going to be a good day - the case load was fairly reasonable, she didn't have too much paperwork, and at the end of the day - she was going out to dinner with John.
It was going pretty well between them - it wasn't fireworks and violins - the whole knight in shiny armor thing or the fairy tale romance, but it was nice, and comfortable. They fit somehow - they didn't rock each other's world or anything (at least not the way she saw it) but they talked a lot and laughed a lot (and she had to admit the sex wasn't half bad either) and had a pretty good time.
"Hey Call', you've got a phone call on line 3" the receptionist pocked her head in the doorway interrupting Calleigh's trail of thoughts
"Calleigh Duquesne speaking"
"Hello Miss Duquesne I'm speaking from the "3 Ponie" downtown, we have a man here and he has your card in his pocket."
Calleigh sighed and closed her eyes in frustration - there goes her nice day!
"Yeah, that's my dad" She was surprised that she didn't even feel ashamed when she said that anymore. At first when the calls from the various bars and pubs started coming she would try to make excuses - he had a bad day, a bad week, he's not usually like this - she would start apologizing over the phone, ashamed at his behavior - now she just felt numb "I'll be overto pick him up in a little bit ok? Just make sure he doesn't go anywhere please?"
She finished the call and placed the phone down slowly, trying to prepare herself for the afternoon that was now ahead of her. She grabbed her bag and headed out the lab stopping the receptionist on the way "Could you please call John Hagen at homicide for me? Tell him I won't be able to make it tonight" She asked her and headed for the door.
She suddenly remembered her case and turned back and went to the lab area again she opened the door to Erik's lab and sighed in relief when she saw him sitting at his desk.
"Hey Erik! Look I need a little favor - I need you to take over my case for a while" she asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. It didn't work.
"Call' are you ok?" he frowned at her
"Yeah, I just.I just have a personal thing to take care of.It will probably take all day.so could you please?" She stammered
He nodded, still looking at her quizzically, hoping she would tell him what had gotten her so upset, but she simply gave him a faint smile and walked out of the lab.
*
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - I think too much
I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing
*
She sat by the door and listened to the sounds coming from inside the bathroom. This is what her life had been reduced to - listening to her father puck his guts out after he got drunk - yet again.
It took her an hour to get him into the car, she had to have the bartender help her because this time her father was so wasted he could barely walk. It took another hour to get him up to her apartment - she would have taken him to his apartment but she didn't really trust him to be alone right now. A couple of month ago she did that - taken him to his apartment and went home to sleep - and two hour late she got a call from the bar again. Turns out he went into his apartment, changed and went back out to the closest bar.
She left the hallway and went into the living room, pressing the button on her answering machine on her way to the kitchen. "Call', it's John, you canceled on dinner and I haven't heard from you.actually you didn't cancel, someone named Cecil did. anyway just call me"
"Calleigh, it's John again, it's getting late and I haven't heard from you, so call me"
The next two messages were about the same. She sighed and took out a bottle of water opening her radio.
"Well now baby, I feel a lot better now" Her father came out from the bathroom "you know this apartment is just lovely Sweat Pea, I should really come here more often" he smiled broadly. An old song came on the radio and her father suddenly grabbed her - starting to spin her in the living room "Dance with your Daddy sweetheart"
She held his arms and danced with him, letting him swirl her and dip her as he laughed, stumbling a little and stepping on her tow in his drunkenness. She placed her head on his shoulder as he had her close and almost didn't notice that there were tears streaming down her face.
*
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
Cuz there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you
*
THIS TIME WILL BE A LITTLE DIFFERENT AND THIS SONG WILL CONTINUE ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.
PART 3
*
I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak
I think you're wrong
*
It's been two weeks - two very long weeks. Everywhere he looked it seemed like they were there, working a case together, going out to dinner. the worst was two days ago when he came into the parking lot and saw Calleigh coming out of Hagen's car in the morning, realizing that she must have spent the night at his place.
It was pure torture!
He was closing himself in the lab lately, trying to avoid running into her in the halls - her or all of the other people who were constantly discussing the new office romance.
He was so deep in his misery that he didn't notice Speed walking into the lab until the other man's hand was on his shoulder.
"How long are you gonna keep doing this to yourself?" Speed asked as he sat down next to him.
"Do what? I don't know what you're talking about!" Erik said quickly, maybe too quickly.
Speed looked at him closely, a small smile forming on his lips "Man, I'm your best friend, I'm Calleigh's friend too - now what kind of friend would I be if I didn't notice what was going on with you two?"
Erik sighed, knowing that there was no way he could hide this from Tim anymore - it was stupid to try from the beginning. Speed always knew what was going on with his friends - he didn't always say anything, he was a private guy and as such he believed in giving others their privacy to deal with their own problems - but he always knew. It was part of what made him such a good friend.
"Listen Delko if you really are interested in Calleigh then you should make your move - I think you'd be surprised at the results"
"I'm afraid that ship has already sailed Speed" Erik said miserably "She's with Hagen now and."
"Look, I'm not gonna mess with you here" Speed said earnestly "She's with Hagen now and it seems to be going ok between them - but you haven't told her how you feel yet, and that means the game isn't over yet."
He got up from his seat and started to leave the lab stopping by the door give out his last piece of advice "You can't loose the game if you weren't even in it in the first place Delko. Talk to her - you've got nothing to loose at this point"
*
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure
*
Calleigh was working in her lab, testing some casing s from a recent drive by shooting case. She hummed to herself as she examined the bullet under the microscope. Today was going to be a good day - the case load was fairly reasonable, she didn't have too much paperwork, and at the end of the day - she was going out to dinner with John.
It was going pretty well between them - it wasn't fireworks and violins - the whole knight in shiny armor thing or the fairy tale romance, but it was nice, and comfortable. They fit somehow - they didn't rock each other's world or anything (at least not the way she saw it) but they talked a lot and laughed a lot (and she had to admit the sex wasn't half bad either) and had a pretty good time.
"Hey Call', you've got a phone call on line 3" the receptionist pocked her head in the doorway interrupting Calleigh's trail of thoughts
"Calleigh Duquesne speaking"
"Hello Miss Duquesne I'm speaking from the "3 Ponie" downtown, we have a man here and he has your card in his pocket."
Calleigh sighed and closed her eyes in frustration - there goes her nice day!
"Yeah, that's my dad" She was surprised that she didn't even feel ashamed when she said that anymore. At first when the calls from the various bars and pubs started coming she would try to make excuses - he had a bad day, a bad week, he's not usually like this - she would start apologizing over the phone, ashamed at his behavior - now she just felt numb "I'll be overto pick him up in a little bit ok? Just make sure he doesn't go anywhere please?"
She finished the call and placed the phone down slowly, trying to prepare herself for the afternoon that was now ahead of her. She grabbed her bag and headed out the lab stopping the receptionist on the way "Could you please call John Hagen at homicide for me? Tell him I won't be able to make it tonight" She asked her and headed for the door.
She suddenly remembered her case and turned back and went to the lab area again she opened the door to Erik's lab and sighed in relief when she saw him sitting at his desk.
"Hey Erik! Look I need a little favor - I need you to take over my case for a while" she asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. It didn't work.
"Call' are you ok?" he frowned at her
"Yeah, I just.I just have a personal thing to take care of.It will probably take all day.so could you please?" She stammered
He nodded, still looking at her quizzically, hoping she would tell him what had gotten her so upset, but she simply gave him a faint smile and walked out of the lab.
*
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - I think too much
I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing
*
She sat by the door and listened to the sounds coming from inside the bathroom. This is what her life had been reduced to - listening to her father puck his guts out after he got drunk - yet again.
It took her an hour to get him into the car, she had to have the bartender help her because this time her father was so wasted he could barely walk. It took another hour to get him up to her apartment - she would have taken him to his apartment but she didn't really trust him to be alone right now. A couple of month ago she did that - taken him to his apartment and went home to sleep - and two hour late she got a call from the bar again. Turns out he went into his apartment, changed and went back out to the closest bar.
She left the hallway and went into the living room, pressing the button on her answering machine on her way to the kitchen. "Call', it's John, you canceled on dinner and I haven't heard from you.actually you didn't cancel, someone named Cecil did. anyway just call me"
"Calleigh, it's John again, it's getting late and I haven't heard from you, so call me"
The next two messages were about the same. She sighed and took out a bottle of water opening her radio.
"Well now baby, I feel a lot better now" Her father came out from the bathroom "you know this apartment is just lovely Sweat Pea, I should really come here more often" he smiled broadly. An old song came on the radio and her father suddenly grabbed her - starting to spin her in the living room "Dance with your Daddy sweetheart"
She held his arms and danced with him, letting him swirl her and dip her as he laughed, stumbling a little and stepping on her tow in his drunkenness. She placed her head on his shoulder as he had her close and almost didn't notice that there were tears streaming down her face.
*
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
Cuz there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you
*
THIS TIME WILL BE A LITTLE DIFFERENT AND THIS SONG WILL CONTINUE ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.