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Summary: Spoilers for 'Lost Son'. Calleigh has memories of the time she spent with Speed.

Pairings: Calleigh and Speed.

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As she stepped out of her car, chills swept down her spine, despite the warm fall day. She weaved her way through the tombstones and finally she was at Speed's. "Speed," she said as she sat on the damp ground, "I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me right now." All of a sudden, there was a big gust of wind and Calleigh closed her eyes to take in the freshness.

"Calleigh, open the door," Tim Speedle shouted as he banged on the door to Calleigh's apartment. The door remained shut. Speed had gotten a call from Calleigh about twenty minutes ago. Something about her voice had seemed…off and he had rushed right over.

"I'll be right there," Calleigh said in her sultry southern accent. She grabbed her cherry lip gloss and applied it as she quickly headed for the door.

This wasn't like Calleigh. If something was wrong, she would have opened the door right away. Lately though, Calleigh had seemed a little weird. Come to think of it, Calleigh was always a little weird, but in that good Calleigh kinda way. The weirdness he had fallen in love with was gone and now, it was a different kind of weird. Just then Calleigh opened the door. Calleigh looked amazing. She was wearing the dress that he had given to her for Christmas. It was light purple and strapless. She was also wearing the diamond earrings and bracelet he had given her for her birthday. She looked just astounding. He let the thought of how beautiful she was slip from his mind…just for a minute though. He had to know what was wrong. "Calleigh," he said as he took her hand, "what's wrong? I…" But the words were lost in his mouth as he looked around. He didn't even recognize Calleigh's apartment. The whole apartment was covered in white roses. The most beautiful white roses he had ever seen. That wasn't all…not by a long shot. The lights were dimmed throughout the whole apartment; there was a small table with candles, yet more flowers and probably the most expensive wine he would ever drink set up on Calleigh's veranda looking out over the Miami surf. The lights were also dimmed. It was the most romantic setting. "What's all this?" he asked as Calleigh led him over to the table.

"Can't I show my boyfriend how much I love him?"

"Sure, but if I had known what you were planning, I would have dressed in something nicer."

"You look fine," Calleigh said.

By this time, dinner was forgotten. Speed took Calleigh in his arms and placed a tender kiss on her lips. After they broke apart, Speed licked his lips and said, "Mm…cherry. Do you think I could have another taste?" Speed leaned in for another kiss, but Calleigh quickly pushed him away.

"I ain't kissin' those slobbered covered lips."

Unable to suppress it any longer, Speed burst out laughing. Calleigh soon followed suit.

The laughter was still fresh in her mind as she opened her eyes. A fresh coat of tears covered her cheeks. That was one of the happiest days of her life.

As she got up to leave, she saw him. She saw Speed standing not two feet away. "Speed," Calleigh whispered through the tears, "You've come back to me." He stepped closer until he was right in front of her. He smiled with that irresistible smile. The smile that would melt her heart. He was just about to touch her face when another gust of wind blew his image away. "No," she shouted as she fell to her knees, crying. No matter how hard she cried, no matter how hard she prayed, she would never feel the warmth of his arms around her ever again.