AN: Again content has been changed (Updated Nov/26/2007)

I have no idea what to do. Calleigh has sworn me to secrecy. I can't break her trust, but I have to get this thing out in the open, emotional blackmail or no emotional blackmail. It has to be done.

I return to DNA, running the necessary tests on the letter. We know whom it is from, but we have to rule out the chance of a copycat, and the possibility of a victim. After setting the machines and leaving Valera an urgent note asking her to page me when the results are in, I go to return to Calleigh.

I pause down the corridor, noting Eric's entrance. I try not to listen in, but they are taking too loud. Loud enough.

"Thanks Eric," Calleigh replies to something Eric has said. Curiosity becomes me and I sneak a peek around the doorframe. Eric's hand is resting on her shoulder, gently rubbing small circles across them. There eyes are locked in a moment I hate to interrupt.

"Ahem…" I clear my throat, catching them both off guard. Eric looks away, a blush creeping over his face. Calleigh stands quickly moving away from his touch. Clearly I've unsettled them. "Sorry to interrupt, but can I talk to you, Calleigh, about… you know…"

It is a good job I'm over Eric, or that could have hurt big time. But, as I am, it was such a cute moment.

"Sure," she replies, turning to Eric. He must have seen something in her eyes because he nods, smiling softly before leaving the room. It never ceases to amaze me how they do that.

"I'm just waiting for Valera to page me with the DNA." I take a cautionary glance over Calleigh, "You holding up okay?"

"I'm ok, I think. I'll feel a lot better when we find out where he is."

"One thing I don't get Calleigh, how has nobody noticed he's gone? I mean, high profile murderer goes missing and nobody realizes?" I frown, moving to lean against the desk.

"Yeah I know. I did some digging and found out his name was never entered into the prison database. So the prison officers knew he was there but no records backed it up. When he went missing, the officers just figured he had been moved or paroled and as there were no records, nobody missed him." Evidently noting my shocked expression, she continued, "I told you he was smart."

"But why you? Of all the people?" I ask, sincerely confused as to his motives.

"Here's where it gets difficult. When he was a CSI I was only just starting at the lab, I was new… impressionable. Anyway, I misread the evidence in the case I was helping on and the officer in charge let the gang members go, five hours later they killed his wife. He blamed me for her death." Her voice breaks, her guilt is clear. I want to make her feel better, but I'm not sure anything I can say will help.

"Calleigh, I had no idea. I'm sorry. What are you going to do? I mean you have to tell Horatio."

"No. No, he's got enough on his plate." She cuts me off before I can speak anymore, continuing with her argument when I raise my eyebrow. "And I know what your going to say, 'he'll be happy to help'. But I really need to deal with this alone."

"What am I going to do with you Calleigh…? I mean…"

My pager goes off on my back pocket, startling me somewhat. Wow, that rush worked faster that I'd anticipated. I was expecting several hours, not minuets.

"…DNA's in Cal, I'm gonna go see Valera okay? I'll come find you in a minuet"

"OK," Calleigh replies and returns to her desk.