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But now it didn't meant something real with Ryan, she saw Marc again. Almost every other day he took her for dinner in a chic restaurant, apparently he had the money. Calleigh somewhere admired him. He was so mature and elegant. Which didn't mean that Ryan wasn't mature. Just in some situations he looked like a kid. Then he acted so…fragile and unsure.

But Marc wasn't like that. He always kept his proud attitude, his straight way. Calleigh could imagine him the drive of a Rolls Royce. He had class. He talks like a butler, when he asks her if she wants some more champagne, or a glass of wine.

Last night, he'd told her that she should meet his kids someday. He had been married for four times, and from every marriage he had a child.

"I'm sure you'll like them, my four daughters." He'd said and smiled at her, showing his lightening-white teeth.

She had returned his smile and quickly taken a sip from her wineglass. To be honest, she didn't really look forward to meeting his kids. She liked it, if it could continue like this. Every other day he picked her up at her place, drove her to some place and they talked. But Marc apparently wanted more. Include her in his family. It makes her feel uncomfortable, thinking about it.

He had tried to kiss her on the lips, when they said goodbye, but so far, she'd always turned her head to the side, so that he only kissed her cheek. After a: 'See you later.' she went into her house as fast as she could, looking at him shortly, before closing the door.

Ryan had actually thought of the CD, or of the CDs. He had brought her four and grinned so cute, that she would love to kiss him on his cheek. Which she, of course, didn't do, but the thought had been there.

He'd become happier. Since the walk, she saw more often how he looked at her, again with his special look. As soon as he discovered that she saw his look, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

She doesn't tell him, that she's meeting Marc again. Well, why would she anyway? She didn't know how he would react. If she was right, his good mood would disappear immediately. And she didn't want that. It was much nicer working with a happy Ryan than with a not so happy one.

This time he picked her up at the lab. Suddenly he is there, standing in front of her, in the hallway, and smiles at her. She comes straight out the DNA lab, and is planning on going to Ryan to tell him what she'd discovered. They are working together on a difficult case, but now Marc is there.

"Hey Calleigh. Aren't you glad to see me?"

No, she isn't. Honestly it was more making her nervous. Why did he have to come here, they didn't have plans anyway. Well, at most that she'd call him tonight. Last night she had promised to call him, and intended to do it tonight. But now he's here.

She doesn't answer his question, just looks at him coolly. "What are you doing here?" Marc does a step towards her and laughs. "I just want to see you."

Calleigh gets warm. But not from happiness, but from anger. When then Ryan also walks around the corner and walks towards them, it seems to be perfect. Attention Irony.

"Hey Cal!" He greets her out of breath. He must've ran before. "I was looking for you, I have to show you something, Alexx found something in the victim's body, it looks funny and…" He stops talking. He seemed to have noticed Marc, who is friendly extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm Marc. Calleigh's boyfriend, in case you didn't know that yet."

Shit, Calleigh thinks. What is he saying? She feels her face getting got. She looks at the floor, biting her lips. Look everywhere, just not in Ryan's hurt face.

"Hi." She hears Ryan say next to her. His voice sounds weak and from the corner of her eyes she sees how his hand hesitatingly grabs Marc's. "Ryan. Uh…Ryan Wolfe." "Nice to meet you. Calleigh has told me a lot about you." Marc squeaks, so she wanted to slap him. He was acting like they were married!

She looks him in the face, not trying to hide her anger. But doesn't seem to notice it at all, he just smiles at her and says: It looks like you're already busy." "Yes." She answers coolly, not returning his smile. She sees from the corner of her eye, how Ryan is standing next to her. Again their hands are just a few inches apart.

"Well then…" Marc runs a hand through his hair and grins shyly. "Would it be okay, if I pick you up later? Then I'll take you to dinner." "Okay." Calleigh says, a bit colder then she wanted to. She just wants him to leave.

"Great." Marc glows, takes another step towards her and kisses her on her cheek. The pricks of his three-days beard sting her. On top of that, he stinks like smoke.

Then he finally leaves and Ryan and her stand there alone, not saying anything. But this time it's another silence. Calleigh knows with every word she would say about this, it wouldn't make anything better. No, probably even worse. That's why she doesn't say anything about it, and just says: "I'll go to Alexx then."

She does, and leaves Ryan behind her. She doesn't have to turn around to know which feeling reflects in his eyes right now.

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I don't like Marc!