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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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At the same time Horatio was leaving the jewelry store, Eric and Calleigh were arriving at a crime scene. Calleigh had decided to come into work to get her mind off of Speed. She wanted to get her mind focused on guns and bringing justice to those families who had been torn apart just as she had been.

Calleigh said that she wanted to move on with her life, but Eric thought that coming back to work would just remind her of Speed even more, as it did him and the rest of the team, but hey, it was her decision. "What have you got Alexx?" Eric asked Alexx Woods, the medical examiner.

"A gun shot wound to the left chest area, but I'll know more after the post."

"Okay. Have you identified the victim yet?"

Alexx rummaged through the victim's coat pocket, looking for anything that might give them a clue as to who he was. Just then, in the right breast pocket, her hand landed on a brown leather wallet. She pulled it out and opened it. "His name is Dante Walker and he's only twenty-two years old. Poor baby. There's also a business card here for a Jackson Enterprises," Alexx said, handing the wallet to Eric, who bagged it as evidence.

"Okay. Thanks Alexx. Keep us posted."

"Always." And with that, two body haulers walked up to the body and loaded it into the van. Then Alexx and the two men, along with the body, drove off.

While Eric and Alexx had been standing over the victim, Calleigh had been thinking. Maybe she had come back to work too soon. Work did remind her a lot of Speed.

Calleigh just stood, thinking of how things would have been different if Speed were still alive. All of a sudden, it was as though she lost all touch with reality and went deeper into the memories of her and Speed.

As she walked out of the Miami crime lab elevator, the first thing she saw was Speed hugging another woman. She immediately took this the wrong way and as Speed and the mystery woman broke apart, she walked up to them.

"Calleigh," Speed said as he noticed her coming towards them, "I'd like to introduce you to…," but before he could explain, Calleigh slapped him.

"How could you do this to me, you son of a bitch?" Calleigh yelled through the tears, "How could you sleep with another woman?"

By this time, everyone was staring at them. "Calleigh, listen," Speed laughed uncomfortably, as he looked around.

"No, you listen. Stay away from me." And with that said, Calleigh stormed off.

"Calleigh, wait," Speed shouted after her.

Just as Speed was about to run after her, his friend, who's name was Eva, said, "Tim, let her go. She needs time to cool off."

Speed took this into consideration for only a second before he said, "Eva, she's my girlfriend and I love her. I have to make things right."

Calleigh had been sitting in the locker room for about an hour, crying her eyes out, when Speed walked in. Calleigh glanced up and glared at him, with a murderous glint in her eyes. With the tears still fresh, that glint looked even more deadly. "What do you want?" she asked coldly.

"I want to explain," Speed said. Speed went to put his arm around Calleigh, but she roughly shoved it away.

"You don't have to explain. I know what I saw," she said angrily.

This was the first time since Speed had sat down beside her, that he got a clear look at her face. Her face was tear-stained and very red. He hated seeing her like this. "Calleigh," Speed said a minute later, "what you saw was me hugging another woman. I'm not sleeping with her."

"Then who is she?" she asked through her sniffles.

"She's an old friend from college. She's visiting from Chicago."

"Oh," she said as her face turned an even darker shade of red. "Then I apologize."

They had laughed about it later. Deep down, she knew Speed would never do anything to hurt her, but she had acted on an impulse. It was through these times...through these memories that she missed Speed the most.

"Calleigh, did you hear what I said?" Eric asked, bringing her out of her reverie. Eric was staring at her, holding the camera.

Calleigh just stood there for a minute looking at Eric, as though she didn't know who he was or what he was doing there. "What?"

"I said that I found a muddy footprint."

Calleigh immediately came over to where Eric was standing. The footprint looked to be about a man's size 11. As Calleigh bent down to get a closer look, she noticed that the footprint was set deeper into the mud than her own and Eric's. She pointed this out to Eric, who was taking a mold. "This could possibly be a secondary crime scene. The perpetrator possibly carried the victim here," Calleigh said, as she looked around. "That could explain the absence of blood." However, they would investigate this aspect of the case more thoroughly.

Eric placed the casted footprint into a manila evidence bag. They would run it through the database once they got back to the lab. They took one last look around to see if they had missed anything. It was just then that Calleigh noticed a piece of metal looking up at her from the mud. She picked it up and immediately knew that it was a shell casing from a 9mm.

"I'll take a closer look at it back at the lab," she told Eric, as she bagged it as evidence.

Eric and Calleigh then walked to the car and climbed in. They rode back to the lab in a very uncomfortable silence.

The whole car ride, Eric had wanted to say something. He had wanted to know why Calleigh had come back to work so soon after Speed's funeral, but he didn't feel as though it was his place to criticize her. She was doing her best to cope. By this time, they had reached the Miami crime lab.

The Miami crime lab was a 5 story building in downtown Miami Dade County. They climbed out of the hummer and headed up to the third floor. They walked out of the elevator and went their separate ways. Calleigh to Ballistics and Eric to the Morgue.