Pedro DiSoto smelled like sweat and Old Spice. His half-lidded eyes stared across the table to Eric and Calleigh, amused and somewhat annoyed at his attendance. The tattoo's on his arms included naked women, a phoenix rising from the ashes and a beautiful portrait of Madonna and child.

"Mister DiSoto, you've been identified for being in the Day Corner Store on Sunday morning, at five a.m.," Calleigh started. "You've also got a paternal relation to the baby Carmen Torez was carrying."

"Did you want to tell us anything?" Eric asked.

"You're hot," Pedro complimented Calleigh.

Letting Instead of rolling her eyes, Calleigh slid the paternity file across the table. "Where were you Sunday morning?"

Pedro pursed his lips. "Are you a natural blonde?"

Calleigh's face remained stoic. "Mister DiSoto, your fingerprints are all over the Hamilton Bakery. That puts you at the scene of the crime. We found your blood in the bakery which suggest you and Carmen got into an altercation and cut yourself. If you had an accomplice in this..."

Pedro kissed the air. "Please, baby, I can handle my own problems."

"Like you 'handled' Elena and Carmen?" Eric asked.

"That bitch wouldn't do what I told her!" Pedro shouted, standing up.

Eric grabbed Pedro's shirt and sat him down in the chair. "Relax."

"What did you tell her?" Calleigh asked.

"We were involved, so what? Then she gets pregnant and says it's my fault! She and I had a fight, we got into it but I didn't slash her, man," Pedro said, throwing his hands up. "Last time I saw her was four weeks ago."

"We'll check that out," Calleigh said. "Until then, you can wait in our holding cell."

As Officer Delray took Pedro DiSoto to the holding cell Calleigh sat down, her hand on her stomach. "Pedro DiSoto is fourteen years older than Carmen and she was supposed to be having a relationship with him?"

"You think he's lying?" Eric asked, knowing full well the answer was yes.

Calleigh nodded. "Alexx said she had fractures on her face, three broken ribs and a broken arm. Those injuries are consistent with rape." Calleigh sighed. "She should have come forward, illegal or not."

Eric sat down next to her and shook his head. "Carmen and Elena have no family here but their listed address is the apartment above the bakery."

"Did anyone check it out?" Calleigh asked.

"Ryan was interviewing the other residents of the apartment," Eric said and stood behind her to knead the muscles on her shoulders. "When is Horatio finished in court?"

Calleigh's head bobbed and she groaned as the muscle at the base of her neck and her shoulders were massaged by Eric's large hands.

"Monday," she said with a groan.

Calleigh allowed herself a few more minutes of Eric's hands but she begrudgingly pulled away and stood up, not able to look him in the eye.

Calleigh walked out into the lab to find Ryan waiting in the DNA lab. "What did you find?" she asked.

"Not Valera," Ryan said, looking around the lab. "I've got some bloody clothes Carmen Torez had at her apartment. They might be from the night she was assaulted."

Calleigh looked at her watch. She was surprised to see it was after seven. "It's 7:30, I think she went home for the night."

Ryan let out a long breath. "Okay, well maybe we should go home, come back tomorrow morning with fresh eyes."

Calleigh agreed. "Sounds good, I'll see you at seven."

Ryan put his hand on her shoulder briefly. "Make sure you eat breakfast this time."

Calleigh smacked his chest playfully. "Get out of here before Valera has to test your bloody clothes."

Ryan held his hands up defensively and walked backwards out of the door, waving to Calleigh when he was outside.

Calleigh found Eric in the locker room, grabbing his coat from his locker. "Hey," she greeted with a smile. "Ready to get out of here?"

Eric put on his coat and closed his locker, avoiding her gaze. She touched his arm and he looked at her slowly.

"Eric?" Calleigh asked.

Eric pushed her up against the locker and kissed her deeply. Calleigh's body stiffened at first but she moaned into his kiss and allowed his tongue to massage hers. His hand was on her hip, holding her against the locker, the other was holding her wrist by her head. Calleigh's heart was racing - anyone could walk in - but her body was screaming for Eric to touch her.

Eric broke the kiss and he looked at her in the eye, his eyes wild. "C'mon. I'm taking you home."