Author: CSI-magenta
Rating: PG - 13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Restraint.
"Are you coming?"
"Sorry?" she looked up from the papers in her hands slightly confused.
"Drinks Call. We're going for drinks?" Eric laughed.
"Oh my gosh!" She looked down again at the papers. "I completely forgot!"
Looking up apologetically she continued. "I really can't."
He focused on the papers, trying to read upside down.
"Sure you can, there's no rush for them." She didn't respond. "Wouldn't be a birthday with out you."
She read the last line again, pursing her lips.
"It's not a birthday. You can only use that excuse once a year."
"Please?"
Calleigh sighed, she didn't want to hurt his feelings and true to self? She did want to go.
"Okay, you twisted my arm."
"Great. You need a lift? We're just headed down to Azure"
"No I'm fine," she smiled, "cars co-operating today."
"Okay well I'm headed off now; I think the others are already there." He said in question raising his brow.
"I'll just finish off this." He didn't believe her.
"Okay just don't take all night. See ya Cal."
"Bye."
Calleigh was late.
As usual she had completely lost track of time and as she entered the restraint bar, she felt very self conscious, not knowing if they were even going to be there.
That said, she liked this place, always had.
She liked the music, she liked the casual atmosphere, she even liked the food on the occasions she had come here for something more substantial than a liquid lunch.
But tonight as her eyes scanned a room full of nameless faces she found what she was looking for and she thought that maybe she loved this place.
Her eyes locked on Horatio Caine's baby blues, and the sparks that had recently begun to build again flew like old times...
Horatio sat alone at one of the tables near the side of the room, nursing a drink of some description...
He held her gaze intently and smiled as she crossed the crowded room.
Calleigh walked directly towards him without faltering her gaze or the cheerful look on her face.
"Hello Handsome."
"Hello." He stood and pulled a chair out for her.
"Why thank you." Calleigh smiled at him again as she sat.
"And they say chivalries dead." Came her comment from behind blue eyes and batting long lashes.
He smirked at her wit.
"Where's your band of merry men?"
"They were a bit to merry." He deadpanned.
She laughed as he motioned towards Eric sitting at a table not far off.
He looked conscious? Yes. Merry? Not any more.
"Where's Alexx?" she asked scanning the room quickly.
"She had to go home."
"Well it is late," she gave a small laugh, "I didn't expect you to be here."
"I had no reason to leave." He looked away. "And every reason to stay."
Before she could say anything he continued, "Would you like a drink?"
She hadn't planed on drinking, she had her car after all, and it was already quite late, no she wouldn't stay.
She met his eyes. "I'd love one."
She didn't care anymore.
She didn't think she cared, maybe it was the ever intoxicating drinks slowly over whelming her senses or the music's rhythm moving her towards the door or… no she didn't care what he thought, all she wanted was him and she didn't care about tomorrow anymore.
She wanted him.
Without a second thought she launched herself at him, all resolve and embarrassment lost in the moment.
Caught off guard opening her apartment door he stumbled backwards as she viciously rapped her arms around his neck, pulling their lips together in a flurry of passion.
Without releasing her he got his footing and pushed her up against the wall of her apartment, shoving the door shut in the process.
His arms found there way to her back and worked up her bare skin pushing up her light shirt.
She kissed him passionately, with intensity but relaxed as his strong hands held her steady.
She unbuttoned his shirt and without breaking their embrace began to run her hands over his chest as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
She was sure she whispered that she loved him, sure she said his name but through their kisses she couldn't be sure.
She wrapped one arm around his neck and he moaned as she moved the other one down and-
He pulled away abruptly almost dropping her.
"Horatio what are you doing!?!" she was startled but still smiling as she moved towards his mouth again for another embrace.
He moved out of her way.
"You're drunk Cal."
"No I'm not." she replied trying desperately to cloak the slur to her words… and failing.
"So are you?" she tried.
He wasn't offcourse, he had driven her home.
"I don't want you to regret this in the morning Cal."
"I'm not going to Horatio! I've wanted this for all the mornings I can remember."
She took a step towards him; bringing them desperately close but he just shook his head.
He could smell her aroma; he could still taste her, being this close to her was overwhelming, her eyes shone brightly at him, she was all he wanted, he wanted to-
"Not like this." He turned and walked to her door pausing as he opened it. "Get some rest Cal; I'll see you at work."
"Horatio," she said surprised at the pleading tone her voice had adopted, so different from the sultry and lust filed words of moments passed.
When he didn't stop she walked to her door, he kept walking,
"I am NOT drunk!" she slammed the door and fell towards her bedroom.
Oh God, Calleigh winced as the rays of early morning sun played upon her eyelids.
Calleigh thought briefly that she hadn't been this uncomfortable in a while as the fact she was fully clothed registered.
She rolled over quickly and regretted it as soon as her head started to pound and the room began to spin.
Oh lord how drunk had she been!
She raced to the bathroom just in time.
When she finally rose from the toilet feeling not much better, she looked in the mirror, ugg! She was a mess!
Last nights makeup was still on her face but no where near where it had started.
Slowly she ran the water watching it in a daze as it slid down the side of her white basin and into the drain.
She stood there for far too long, letting the quite wash over her.
She washed her face, feeling slightly refreshed and then she brushed her teeth, thankful to be rid of the remaining taste of alcohol.
Walking into the kitchen she rolled her neck, almost feeling human.
Breakfast?
Food? She reached at the thought.
Or not.
Shower? Yes, she thought she would have a shower, maybe the world would come into focus then.
But first aspirin or she didn't think she was going to make it to work alive.
As she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, thinking she could neither stand the noise of the blow dryer or the pull of a high do she looked at the clock.
There was a good chance she was going to be late.
She walked to the door and opened it quickly.
That's when it hit her.
She didn't know weather to laugh or cry.
She laughed.
The first bit of helpful information her brain processed was the fact her car wasn't down there.
The reason why hit her second.
Her hand flew up to her mouth as she remembered the previous night… in pieces.
"My lord." She whispered as she tried to put it together.
Well, she was drunk, she had kissed Horatio and she was almost positive she had propositioned him.
He wasn't here now so she had a fair idea how that had worked out.
She moaned as her headache pounded even more loudly.
Shutting the door again, she remembered shutting the door last night, she walked to her phone and dialled Speeds number, he lived the closest and she had the best chance of catching him.
"Hey there… how are you feeling… better than Eric? ... Oh I'm fine and dandy… yes peachy even... that's would be great! ... Okay see you."
When she got to work she wasn't quite sure what to expect… she needed to talk to H.
She didn't think she had done anything out of line in front of anyone else.
Speed hadn't said anything and she hadn't asked but it wasn't the sort of thing he could have kept down.
"Hey Eric." She smiled as she walked into the break room.
When she didn't see Horatio she wasn't sure if she was happy or sad.
Coffee…
Oh she was happy alright, the brown instant gold that was gonna give her all the strength she needed was right there and-
"Calleigh? Can we talk." She whirled around quickly wide eyed realising coffee wasn't in her near future.
"Sure." She plastered on the biggest smile she could muster trying to hide her nerves, and found herself trying not to laugh.
This was the most insane of situation!
'Sorry for trying to jump you boss' oh my... she almost gasped, she had jumped him!
He ushered her into his office and into a chair.
She wanted him to sit to but he leaned against his desk.
She knew she was red.
She gave in, she had no idea how he had reacted last night and she didn't know if she wanted too but she knew exactly how she was going to deal with this.
She had no choice.
She laughed and let her head fall into her hands.
"Oh Horatio, I'm so sorry." He didn't say anything so she looked up.
"For what?"
"Jumping you!" she laughed then smiled sweetly, "Can I make it up to you...? I promise I'll never do it again?"
He smiled at her.
"Why yes you can." He said with a suggestive smirk and a husky voice. "Dinner, and reconsider that promise."
Rating: PG - 13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Restraint.
"Are you coming?"
"Sorry?" she looked up from the papers in her hands slightly confused.
"Drinks Call. We're going for drinks?" Eric laughed.
"Oh my gosh!" She looked down again at the papers. "I completely forgot!"
Looking up apologetically she continued. "I really can't."
He focused on the papers, trying to read upside down.
"Sure you can, there's no rush for them." She didn't respond. "Wouldn't be a birthday with out you."
She read the last line again, pursing her lips.
"It's not a birthday. You can only use that excuse once a year."
"Please?"
Calleigh sighed, she didn't want to hurt his feelings and true to self? She did want to go.
"Okay, you twisted my arm."
"Great. You need a lift? We're just headed down to Azure"
"No I'm fine," she smiled, "cars co-operating today."
"Okay well I'm headed off now; I think the others are already there." He said in question raising his brow.
"I'll just finish off this." He didn't believe her.
"Okay just don't take all night. See ya Cal."
"Bye."
Calleigh was late.
As usual she had completely lost track of time and as she entered the restraint bar, she felt very self conscious, not knowing if they were even going to be there.
That said, she liked this place, always had.
She liked the music, she liked the casual atmosphere, she even liked the food on the occasions she had come here for something more substantial than a liquid lunch.
But tonight as her eyes scanned a room full of nameless faces she found what she was looking for and she thought that maybe she loved this place.
Her eyes locked on Horatio Caine's baby blues, and the sparks that had recently begun to build again flew like old times...
Horatio sat alone at one of the tables near the side of the room, nursing a drink of some description...
He held her gaze intently and smiled as she crossed the crowded room.
Calleigh walked directly towards him without faltering her gaze or the cheerful look on her face.
"Hello Handsome."
"Hello." He stood and pulled a chair out for her.
"Why thank you." Calleigh smiled at him again as she sat.
"And they say chivalries dead." Came her comment from behind blue eyes and batting long lashes.
He smirked at her wit.
"Where's your band of merry men?"
"They were a bit to merry." He deadpanned.
She laughed as he motioned towards Eric sitting at a table not far off.
He looked conscious? Yes. Merry? Not any more.
"Where's Alexx?" she asked scanning the room quickly.
"She had to go home."
"Well it is late," she gave a small laugh, "I didn't expect you to be here."
"I had no reason to leave." He looked away. "And every reason to stay."
Before she could say anything he continued, "Would you like a drink?"
She hadn't planed on drinking, she had her car after all, and it was already quite late, no she wouldn't stay.
She met his eyes. "I'd love one."
She didn't care anymore.
She didn't think she cared, maybe it was the ever intoxicating drinks slowly over whelming her senses or the music's rhythm moving her towards the door or… no she didn't care what he thought, all she wanted was him and she didn't care about tomorrow anymore.
She wanted him.
Without a second thought she launched herself at him, all resolve and embarrassment lost in the moment.
Caught off guard opening her apartment door he stumbled backwards as she viciously rapped her arms around his neck, pulling their lips together in a flurry of passion.
Without releasing her he got his footing and pushed her up against the wall of her apartment, shoving the door shut in the process.
His arms found there way to her back and worked up her bare skin pushing up her light shirt.
She kissed him passionately, with intensity but relaxed as his strong hands held her steady.
She unbuttoned his shirt and without breaking their embrace began to run her hands over his chest as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
She was sure she whispered that she loved him, sure she said his name but through their kisses she couldn't be sure.
She wrapped one arm around his neck and he moaned as she moved the other one down and-
He pulled away abruptly almost dropping her.
"Horatio what are you doing!?!" she was startled but still smiling as she moved towards his mouth again for another embrace.
He moved out of her way.
"You're drunk Cal."
"No I'm not." she replied trying desperately to cloak the slur to her words… and failing.
"So are you?" she tried.
He wasn't offcourse, he had driven her home.
"I don't want you to regret this in the morning Cal."
"I'm not going to Horatio! I've wanted this for all the mornings I can remember."
She took a step towards him; bringing them desperately close but he just shook his head.
He could smell her aroma; he could still taste her, being this close to her was overwhelming, her eyes shone brightly at him, she was all he wanted, he wanted to-
"Not like this." He turned and walked to her door pausing as he opened it. "Get some rest Cal; I'll see you at work."
"Horatio," she said surprised at the pleading tone her voice had adopted, so different from the sultry and lust filed words of moments passed.
When he didn't stop she walked to her door, he kept walking,
"I am NOT drunk!" she slammed the door and fell towards her bedroom.
Oh God, Calleigh winced as the rays of early morning sun played upon her eyelids.
Calleigh thought briefly that she hadn't been this uncomfortable in a while as the fact she was fully clothed registered.
She rolled over quickly and regretted it as soon as her head started to pound and the room began to spin.
Oh lord how drunk had she been!
She raced to the bathroom just in time.
When she finally rose from the toilet feeling not much better, she looked in the mirror, ugg! She was a mess!
Last nights makeup was still on her face but no where near where it had started.
Slowly she ran the water watching it in a daze as it slid down the side of her white basin and into the drain.
She stood there for far too long, letting the quite wash over her.
She washed her face, feeling slightly refreshed and then she brushed her teeth, thankful to be rid of the remaining taste of alcohol.
Walking into the kitchen she rolled her neck, almost feeling human.
Breakfast?
Food? She reached at the thought.
Or not.
Shower? Yes, she thought she would have a shower, maybe the world would come into focus then.
But first aspirin or she didn't think she was going to make it to work alive.
As she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, thinking she could neither stand the noise of the blow dryer or the pull of a high do she looked at the clock.
There was a good chance she was going to be late.
She walked to the door and opened it quickly.
That's when it hit her.
She didn't know weather to laugh or cry.
She laughed.
The first bit of helpful information her brain processed was the fact her car wasn't down there.
The reason why hit her second.
Her hand flew up to her mouth as she remembered the previous night… in pieces.
"My lord." She whispered as she tried to put it together.
Well, she was drunk, she had kissed Horatio and she was almost positive she had propositioned him.
He wasn't here now so she had a fair idea how that had worked out.
She moaned as her headache pounded even more loudly.
Shutting the door again, she remembered shutting the door last night, she walked to her phone and dialled Speeds number, he lived the closest and she had the best chance of catching him.
"Hey there… how are you feeling… better than Eric? ... Oh I'm fine and dandy… yes peachy even... that's would be great! ... Okay see you."
When she got to work she wasn't quite sure what to expect… she needed to talk to H.
She didn't think she had done anything out of line in front of anyone else.
Speed hadn't said anything and she hadn't asked but it wasn't the sort of thing he could have kept down.
"Hey Eric." She smiled as she walked into the break room.
When she didn't see Horatio she wasn't sure if she was happy or sad.
Coffee…
Oh she was happy alright, the brown instant gold that was gonna give her all the strength she needed was right there and-
"Calleigh? Can we talk." She whirled around quickly wide eyed realising coffee wasn't in her near future.
"Sure." She plastered on the biggest smile she could muster trying to hide her nerves, and found herself trying not to laugh.
This was the most insane of situation!
'Sorry for trying to jump you boss' oh my... she almost gasped, she had jumped him!
He ushered her into his office and into a chair.
She wanted him to sit to but he leaned against his desk.
She knew she was red.
She gave in, she had no idea how he had reacted last night and she didn't know if she wanted too but she knew exactly how she was going to deal with this.
She had no choice.
She laughed and let her head fall into her hands.
"Oh Horatio, I'm so sorry." He didn't say anything so she looked up.
"For what?"
"Jumping you!" she laughed then smiled sweetly, "Can I make it up to you...? I promise I'll never do it again?"
He smiled at her.
"Why yes you can." He said with a suggestive smirk and a husky voice. "Dinner, and reconsider that promise."