A week after he had been shot, Horatio was released from the hospital. Calleigh went over to his house and helped to take care of him. One month later, Horatio was well enough to go back to work and then he cooked supper for Calleigh like he had promised. Calleigh swore up and down that Horatio should have been a chef for some really fancy restaurant and not a Criminalist. "I'm really not all that great…"

"Horatio, you are all that great. Believe me; I know good cookin' when I eat it."

"OK… I'll take your word for it." Calleigh smiled. She looked so different with her hair short, but she was still beautiful. The day after her rape, she took Eric to her house and cleaned up the mess. She sent her cut hair to Locks of Love, where it would be made into a wig for a cancer patient undergoing chemo therapy. She then went out and bought new bed clothes. "Hey Eric."

"Yeah?"

"Think that I should just totally redo my house?"

"Or move out?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, which one? Redo or move?"

"I think that you should move."

"OK." Eric took Calleigh out to find a new apartment complex to move in to. Now Calleigh was laughing at Horatio as he tripped over her new dog, Mercutio. "Did you have to get such a bothersome dog?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"Just a small one… he's going to cause me to drop and break all of this china."

"OK… Mercutio, go lie down!" The Cane Corso went over next to Calleigh's couch and flopped down onto the ground as if saying "Is this good enough for you?" Moments later, Calleigh's dachshund tromped over to where Mercutio was laying. The small dog climbed on top of the larger one and plopped down for a nice nap. "Looks like Fable and Mercutio are finally getting along."

"Yeah. Mercutio just had to get used to the fact that he's sharing a house with two other dogs."

"Where's Lanky?"

"Lanky?"

"Yeah. You generally call him Spock."

"Oh! Spock! Come!" Upon hearing his name, the gentle Keeshond trudged out of his favorite spot next to the air conditioner. "I'm sorry, Spock. Did I disturb your nap?" Horatio chuckled. "What's so funny, Lanky?"

"Hey, that's your dog's name. I'm laughing because of how you talk to your dogs."

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"No. It's just really cute." Calleigh smiled. Spock and Fable started to bark. Mercutio looked to where Spock and Fable were looking at. Then he started to growl. Mercutio stood and bounded over to the intruder. "Holy shit! Someone call off this dog!"

"Mercutio, down!" Calleigh walked to where she could see who Mercutio was attacking. Calleigh let out a small cackle. "I'm half tempted to just let Mercutio to continue. Should I, Horatio?"

"I would." Horatio glared at the person standing before him. "How the hell did you get out of jail so soon?"

"Stetler posted my bail. He asked that when I got out, I make Calleigh's life as much of a hell as possible." Calleigh smirked. "You do realize that there is an attack dog less than half a foot away from you, right? Even if you try to get your gun, he'll have already tackled you to the ground and will be tearing you up. You won't be able to get your gun. AT ALL."

"Try it. I dare you."

"Mercutio, get him." In half a second, the large dog was on top of Hagan, tearing him up. Hagan was completely unable to get his gun. "Call him off! Please!"

"Mercutio, down!" Hagan glared at Calleigh. "You're a total bitch, Calleigh. I hope that when you die, you burn in Hell."

"Don't worry about that, Hagan; I'm working on it just so I can kick your ass when I meet you down there." Horatio had to turn away just to keep from laughing. The look on Hagan's face even caused Calleigh to almost lose her cool. "Get lost, Hagan. Unless you want Mercutio on your case again, I suggest that you never come back."

"Fine, but remember, there will still be other places that I can cause you to go through hell."

"Remember that I too can make your life hell." Horatio smirked at Hagan. The two knew that Horatio had power to get him suspended or fired, and Horatio knew that Hagan needed his job to make other peoples' lives miserable. He wouldn't be coming back, or messing with Calleigh ever again.