Ok, first sorry it's been a while… but I went on holiday. Anyway, here it is. The elements this time are again thanks to Cara and are an 'alarm clock', 'camera', 'contents of Calleigh's dairy', 'Ice cubes', 'violin' and a 'pencil'.
Calleigh sat on the sofa and tried to concentrate on the crossword in front of her. Hagen was still the other side of the door trying to open it. She hoped he would give up and go away, but she knew he never would.
'Calleigh dammit! Open the door!'
There was a pause.
'Calleigh, I know you're in there! Just open the door.'
Calleigh got up and started towards the door. She then went and sat back down, trying not to give in. It was indescribable, the power Hagen had over her.
'Calleigh, I will knock it down! I want to see you!'
She couldn't weaken; she mustn't let him know that she was scared of him. Hagen then changed his tack
'Calleigh, sweetheart, open the door, I wouldn't knock it down…I won't hurt you…Just please open the door, I've got some wine…Let's just talk about us.'
Calleigh flinched as he said 'us' as if there was one. She yelled out
'I have no ice cubes… you hate wine without ice!'
'Cal…open the door! It doesn't mater that you don't!'
Calleigh cursed herself for answering him
'Calleigh, I'm not going away, just open the door dammit!'
There was a thud. Followed by another. Then another. He was kicking the door. Calleigh got up again, but this time, started backing away from the door. Calleigh stood as far from the door as possible, and closed her eyes. She needed to build her 'barrier' around her, which she had first done at the age of fourteen. So many men kept breaking it, yet there where ones like Eric who helped her find the holes and fix them.
Suddenly, the door gave way.
Eric sat in Calleigh's bedroom. He hoped that she didn't think he was running away…he wanted to help her by leaving her alone. He remembered a dinner, back when Hagen had been dating Calleigh.
Flashback
Calleigh and Eric were sitting in a bar, to celebrate Eric's birthday. Calleigh had a camera, and was taken pictures, to 'commemorate the night'. Calleigh gave the camera to some tourists, and went and sat on Eric's lap. Hagen came into the bar and saw her.
'Calleigh! What in HELL are you doing here? I made you dinner!'
'John…I told you I was taking Eric out as it's his birthday!'
'Oh you mean Cuban loverboy? Well say goodbye.'
Hagen grabbed her by the wrists and led her out. The next day, Calleigh had busies all over her arms
End of Flashback
Eric sighed. He had wanted to protect her so many times, yet Calleigh just wouldn't let him. He tried to distract himself, and looked around the room. It was tidy, like the rest of the house. He got up and went over to the bedside table and looked at the things on it. An alarm clock, notebook and pencil and a glass of water. Eric picked up the notebook and flicked through it. It was filled with ting, incredibly neat handwriting, about cases they worked on. He supposed that it was so if she woke with ideas, she could put them down. Eric went over to the door. Hagen was pleading with Calleigh to let him in. He heard the springs of the couch as she stood up and his heart sank, he heard them again and let out a long breath. She was fighting. He went to sit on the bed, when he tripped over Calleigh's dairy. He picked it up and went to put it on the bedside table, when he saw his name…
Eric. He is such a good friend, but sometimes I wish he was more… but there are so many reasons it could not happen. I mean
We work together
It might not be as I imagined.
He might not love me as I do him
Why would a guy like Eric like me anyway?
Eric dropped the dairy. He didn't want to read anymore, He went back over to the door, carefully avoiding the dairy. All he could think thought was 'Calleigh likes you…'
John Hagen came in, surprised that there was no door.
'Cal…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to'
'I thought I told you not to call me that.'
'Why?' Hagen said getting his anger back 'Does Cuban lover boy call you that to?'
'His name is Eric, and he is not my "lover boy" as you put it'
Hagen looked around the room. He still felt that Calleigh betrayed him. He saw a crossword on the couch, and went over to it.
'12 down is violin' He said
'I knew that' Calleigh became aware that Eric has left this beer bottle behind. John Hagen, was amazing at noticing small details when he wanted to. On some cases though, he would 'miss' details. She tried to hide the bottle but it was too late.
'Calleigh. Why are there two bottles?'
Calleigh looked down, trying to stall.
'Calleigh! Answer me dammit!'
'I was thirsty!'
'Calleigh! Don't God Damned lie! They have only both had a few sips out of them! Lover boy is here isn't he? I wonder why? He's in the bedroom isn't he?'
Hagen pushed Calleigh over and went over to the bedroom door. Calleigh fell, and put out her hand. Pain shot up her wrist, yet she got back up, ready to fight. Hagen opened the door, and Eric jumped back.
'Oh look.'
Hagen turned to face Calleigh. Eric curled his hand into a fist and raised it. Hagen turned.
'No. I don't think you should do that.'
He drew back his own fist and hit Eric. Eric fell, and to Calleigh, it seemed to be in slow motion. She let out a cry and ran over to him, only to be picked up around the waist by Hagen.
'Bastard!'
Hagen laughed, whilst Calleigh kicked him and tried to scratch him. Hagen put her down on the couch and sat down next to her and put his hand on her knee. It slowly went up her leg when Calleigh pulled his other hand from behind her and bit it. She reached for the phone, only for Hagen to knock it away. He forced her to stand, and she tried to run. Hagen whispered into her ear
'This can be done easily, or hard. Which will it be?'
Calleigh just swore at him.
'Hard then'
Hagen reached into his pocket, and brought out a syringe with a murky yellow liquid in.
'I got this from a mate, as I thought you might struggle.'
He injected it into her, and Calleigh felt her systems shut down. She shouted once more and fell unconscious. The last thing she saw was Eric lying on the floor, not moving.
