-1Ahh! Realized I have been spelling Calleigh wrong. Oh well, I fix!

Hate You

Suddenly Ryan felt something hard hit his head. "Ow!" he shouted as he sat up. He looked up to see Calleigh looking at him as if he was some kind of a criminal. When she woke up and saw Ryan sleeping next to her, she immediately attacked him with a book from her bed stand.

"What are you doing here! Get out! OUT!" she screamed. This time she wailed the book at him, but he managed to dodge it.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy!" Ryan looked at her, scared out of his mind that she would try to kill him.

"Why are you here!" Calleigh took another book off the stand and threatened to throw it at him.

"Horatio told me to stay here!" Ryan was backing towards the door with his hands in front of him. "He told me to keep an eye on you, but you seem to be doing a pretty good job of it yourself." He motioned to the book in her hands.

"Get out of my house, it's your fault this happened," she said, inching towards him. He backed farther away and towards the front door..

"How can it be my fault if you're the one who told me to stay here?" Ryan asked. By now he had his hand on the doorknob, and he was ready to run.

"We were drunk, and you took advantage of me!" Calleigh lunged at him, but he grabbed her before she could do anything. She struggled to get away, but he held her tight. She tried to hit him with the book, but she dropped it and Ryan kicked it across the floor. "Let go of me! I hate you!"

"No you don't, cause you told me you love me!" Ryan held the struggling Calleigh. Tears were forming in his eyes. "You're going to hurt yourself if you don't stop!" He figured she either got the message or got tired when she quit struggling. He released her, and she didn't make any intention of hurting him. She simply stared angrily at the floor.

"Just leave, I never want to see you again," she said, still staring at the floor.

"Calleigh, you don't mean.."

"Get OUT!" she shouted. She ran to pick up the book, but Ryan was already out the door.

Ryan ran and got into his car. He turned it on and was just about to pull out when something hard hit him in the shoulder. "Ow!" he yelled at the splitting pain. He looked up to see Calleigh standing by his car. She had thrown the book at him. She threw really hard when she was mad. He realized he should not have left his car window down.

"I told you I loved you because I was drunk, and you took advantage of me when I said it. I hate you," she said. She kept a straight face, but Ryan knew she was angry.

"Well, I said it first, and I actually meant it!" Ryan shouted back. Calleigh jumped slightly at his outburst. His eyes filled with tears as he sped away, not looking back. Once he was far enough away, he pulled to the side of the road. He leaned his head on the steering wheel and sobbed. Why is this happening? What did I do wrong?

After Ryan sped away, Calleigh stood in her driveway for a few minutes. She thought about what she said to him, and if she really should have said it. Then she remembered the night. He could of stopped me, he wasn't as drunk as I was. She started walking back inside when she realized she had wailed her favorite book at Ryan, and now it was sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She looked down and smiled slightly. "It's ok, little baby, I still love you." She walked inside her house and shut the door.

Ryan walked into the lab carrying the book that was still in his car. His shoulder still hurt from being hit. He walked sadly into the locker room and began to change his shirt when Horatio walked in.

"I take it things didn't go so well," he said calmly. He didn't want to upset Ryan anymore than he already was.

"How could you guess?" Ryan asked flatly.

"Calleigh's favorite book in your locker, and by looking at your shoulder," he said. He motioned to Ryan's shoulder. Ryan looked, and saw that it was slightly bloody where the edge of the book had hit him. Horatio looked back at the book. "I never really did like Hemingway," he said, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work. Ryan simply buttoned up another shirt and went to walk away. Horatio lightly grabbed Ryan's arm and frowned when he saw him winch. "Go have Alexx look at your shoulder," he told him. Ryan nodded and left Horatio alone in the locker room.

Later on, Ryan walked into the DNA lab to find Eric. "I heard you brought the mother in for questioning," he said to Eric, who looked up startled.

"Dude, you're too quiet, don't sneak up on me like that," Eric joked. He frowned when he saw the hurt look on Ryan's face. "Sorry man, I wasn't being serious."

"No, it's not that, don't worry about it," Ryan said all too quickly. He frowned when he realized Eric wasn't looking away. He's probably gonna crack some nasty joke at me about how I ruined Calleigh's life. He stood, prepared to be insulted, when he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He looked at Eric, who actually had a concerned look on his face for the first time in ages.

"Look, Ryan, I know you didn't mean for anything to happen between you and Calleigh, but mistakes happen," Eric said calmly. "This is a good mistake though, cause you two can start a family now." He smiled for a moment, then frowned when Ryan's expression didn't change.

"She told me she hates me and she never wants to see me again," Ryan blurted out. He was desperately trying not to cry. "She seems likes she means it too."

"She overreacting, she'll be all happy in a few days and come begging you to forgive her," Eric smiled. "Happens all the time."

"Yeah, I guess," Ryan said. Deep down he knew it wasn't true. He winced when Eric tightened his grip on his shoulder.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about the war wound," he said sheepishly. He was surprised when Ryan smiled and laughed a little. He might not be so bad after all. He watched Ryan leave, not knowing the next nine months were going to be the worst of Ryan's life.

Okies, the build up. Just as a reminder, the next chapter will jump nine months to when Calleigh actually has the baby.