Some One to Stop Him

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI Miami or the characters in the show. If I did—things would be very different right now.

Rating: Umm…mentions of abuse. Don't know how violent or graphic I'll make it. I just want it to be realistic. Will let y'all know in the warning for each chapter.

Distribution: here only

AN: I just started watching CSI Miami and am really into Nat/Eric so that's wat this story will be centered around.

SPOILERS: this ep starts off during Internal Affairs only Nick isn't going to die in this episode. Bastards always get the easy way out and never have to pay for their sins in this world. But in this fic he will have to answer for his actions! MUWAHAHAHA!! Oh and in my world Nick was never able to get a TRO against Natalia!

AN: well…wanted to put a little bit of fluff out there. There is a moment from "throwing heat" with the 'you must have a big sign on your back," that I might try to work in at another time. For the sake of not giving myself too many story lines to worry about, I'm leaving out the whole sue Eric thing for now. After I finish the fic, if I can see a way to work it in and if it could add more to the Nat/Eric relationship than I might weave it in.

AN2: I'm watching some sort of marathon of CSI Miami on TV and in the last three eps a building has blown up in each one of them…I'm finding it funny, but I'm a HUGE fan of realism!

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One Long Sleepover

It had been a very unusual morning to say the least; landmines under the beach, officers in danger, refugees fleeing their country for the safety of—actually, maybe it had been a fairly average morning in Miami.

Natalia handed her report over to the secretary, then looked towards Eric, "hey," she greeted smiling slightly.

Eric turned his head, "hey," he said softly.

"Oh my God," she said stepping up to him and put her hand up to his forehead, "what happened?"

Eric debated lying to her for a second before he admitted to himself that she'd hear it through some one else.

"Ah…trying to help out on the Cuba case and ended up breaking up a fight," he paused and she lowered her hand, "guy was wailing on his girl, his wife…"

Natalia closed her eyes and smiled, "and when a girl's in trouble…" she left the end open.

Eric shook his head, "Nah, anyone would have done the same thing."

"Nonono," replied Natalia shaking her head, "trust me. You're a good guy, Eric."

"Yeah, well, being a good guy doesn't get you much. Try to give Calleigh a heads up and now I'm writing this stupid report."

"Well, I may know some one who can whip up a mean dinner for an old fashioned hero like yourself," she smiled while leaning against the counter.

"Really," he smirked and stopped writing, "what'd you have in mind."

"Well, I was thinking we could spend this week at my house. I dunno, change things up a bit," she shrugged. "You could finish up here and pack a bag. Meet up with me at my place round four."

Eric smiled and took a look at his watch. He hadn't realized when he invited Nat to stay at his place that they would settle into such a familiar routine. It was like she had been staying with him for years not just seven days. Not to mention, he was quickly becoming addicted to actual food and not the frozen crap he'd been living on the past couple of years.

He looked back up at her nodding, "sounds good to me. Probably need to go grocery shopping again."

"Yeah, but that was a lot of fun," replied Natalia recalling the night last week when she finally made it over to his place. She had tried to make them dinner only to find his cabinet and fridge were a perfect reflection of his bachelor existence.

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That Night

Natalia sat up in bed, "Eric?" she asked the darkness quietly.

"Don't worry," he whispered gently, "It's just me."

Natalia fell back onto her pillow and turned to face him as he crawled into her bed.

Rolling onto her left side, she asked, "don't tell me you're the one having nightmares now?"

Eric settled himself under the covers; smiling he replied, "no, but you can't get a guy used to having company and then suddenly take it away."

She knew he was referring to the night last week when he found her in his living room reading a book at two in the morning. After some prodding, she confessed that she had been having nightmares off and on since Nick was released. So he sat down on the couch next to her and took her into his arms. When she started dozing off he had led her upstairs to his room and they fell asleep together. The following nights, she simply joined him instead of sleeping in his guest bedroom.

"Works for me," she stated, coming back to the present, "I'd grown attached to our little slumber parties too," she said scooting closer to him.

He let his left arm fall over her side and rested his face close to the top of her head. He was slowly becoming addicted to the smell of her hair.

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AN: well, I know this is short, but the only reason y I wrote it is bc my boyfriend ended up having to go home this weekend and I'm lonely  can u tell by that last nat/eric snuggle session? 

enjoy…I really want to time this fic nicely…not to fast not to slow, but I want it to be even, so lemme know wat u think of the pace of the fic and PLEASE REVIEW!!!

O and in saying that—THANKS TO Y'ALL THAT GAVE ME SUCH GRRREAT REVIEWS! Wen I just read fics I never thought they'd mean that much, but now I luv them! So thanku thanku thanku!