I am very truly sorry for the long wait!. I've been so busy lately with finishing up school and one of best buds just graduated, so I had the blues for a couple days and a bunch of other stuff that has keeping me busy. So once again I'm sorry and I hope that this chapter can make up for any pain that I've put you through. :(
Calleigh's POV.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me up the next morning. At first I was confused, but then I remembered that I had guests in my house. It's been awhile since somebody has slept over my house, I admit. I rid my head of any thoughts and dragged myself from my bed. I threw on my thin, blue striped robe and brushed my hair. I took a deep breath and opened the door that led to the hallway. As I slowly walked towards the living room, I heard the sound of fingers pressing the keys of a computer keyboard. I peeked around the corner and saw Dean sitting on the sofa with a coffee mug in his left hand and his right hand typing on Sam's laptop. He was wearing a red t-shirt and ripped jeans with brown boots. His dark hair glistened with water and I assumed he had just taken a shower. His lips were slightly apart as he stared at the computer screen and his eyes were lit up by the light of the laptop. I was taken back a little when his eyes suddenly went from the computer to me.
''Morning." he said to me as he brought the coffee mug to his lips. I recovered quickly and walked into the living room.
"Morning. I see that you found the coffee alright." I said with a little smile as I moved from the living room to the kitchen to get a cup. He smiled behind his mug and I momentarily felt my knees go weak.
"What can I say? I'm a modern-day Sherlock Holmes." he joked as he put the mug on the table.
I smirked and said, "Then I guess that makes Sam Watson, huh?"
He chuckled and said, "Yeah I guess it does."
I moved back into the living and sat on the seat beside him. I saw him tense up a little bit and I tried to hide my chesire cat grin behind my coffee cup. I seemed to have that effect on men for some reason. Even if I stand a little close to Eric, he tenses. I find it extremely hilarious.
"So whatcha doing?" I said with an innocent voice. I knew I was making him nervous.
"I'm um looking into any local folklore just in case we uh missed anything." he said glancing over at me.
"How's it coming?" I said sitting up a bit.
"It's not. ." he said with frustration evident in his voice.
"I can't say I'm surprised. Miamis not exactly a hot spot for the supernatural."
"No it's not. It's just hot." he said.
I laughed and said, "Not used to the heat huh?"
"To say no would be an understatement." he said with a tiny chuckle. He looked me in the eye and something flached within his. I don't know what it was, but...I liked it.
The sound of someone clearing their throat broke the connection and I looked up to see Sam standing there with a smirk covering his face.
"Good morning." I said as I scooted farther from Dean.
"Good morning to you too." Sam said as he walked closer to us.
"Sleep well?" I asked trying to make small talk.
"Yes actually. Thank you." he said as he stood there. An awkward silence fell over the room. We sat there for a while and I was about to say something but thankfully my phone started to ring and I quickly sprinted from the couch to the other side of the room where my phone was.
"Hello." I said
"Calleigh, it's Horatio. We found a suspect." he said slowly.
"What!" I practically screamed. The boys looked over at me with confusion and fear.
"Yeah. His name is Carl Simmons. He went to college with both Joe Walsh and Jeremy Palmer. He was arrested back in 2003 for assult with a deadly weapon. We have him in custody now." he said.
"I'll be there in a little bit." I replied and shut the phone. I ran to my bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I wasn't supposed to go in today anyway so why bother with work clothes. I ran into the bathroom and brushed my hair.
Dean ran bathroom door entrance and said with a paniced, "What's going on?"
I rinsed my mouth and said, "They have a suspect."
"What?" He said as he followed me into the living room where Sam was still standing.
"Exactly what I said." I said as I put on my boots.
"Who?" Sam said.
"A guy named Carl Simmons. I'll tell you more when I get back." I sayed as I walked out the door without another word. I speeded to the Lab and ran inside where I saw everybody in the coffee room. I busted through the doors and everybody turned to me.
"Calleigh? Why are you here?" Ryan asked with confusion.
"Horatio called and sayed we had a suspect." I said trying to catch my breath.
"Yeah. Horatio and Trip are questioning him now." Eric said.
I turned just in time to see both Trip and Horatio walk into the break room.
"What happened?" I asked nervously.
"Nothing. He didn't give us anything we didn't already know." Trip said in his southern twang.
"What do we do now?" Natalia asked.
"We keep questioning him. Sooner or later we'll get something." Hoartio said.
Then Paula the receptionist peeked through the doors and said with a sweet voice, "Calleigh, there's a man here for you."
"Who?" I asked with curiosity.
"An agent Paul Rodgers. He said you guys have ,um, unfinished business?" she said with a little smile.
Paul Rodgers. Paul Rodgers! Where have I heard that name from. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't think of who it was. I thought for a moment and then I suddenly remembered. Paul Rodgers was the lead singer of Bad Company. Tall, dark, handsome, but definately not an agent. Then it hit me...
"Oh my..." I slipped through my lips as I pushed the door open and walked to the front desk. As I was walking around the corner, I saw a figure leaning against the counter with spiky hair and a smirk.
"There you are!" Dean said with a twinkle in his eye.
I walked directly up to him so that there was barely an inch between us.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered as I tried to keep my cool.
"I'm here to interrogate a suspect." he whispered back.
"Do you know how much trouble I could get in for this if you get caught?" I said.
"IF I get caught. Trust me, I'm not gonna get caught." he said sincerely.
"And how do you know that?" I said trying not to give in.
"Cause, I'm just that damn good." he said with a smile.
I cracked a smirk and said, "Let me see the badge?"
He pulled it out and handed it to me. I inspected it and said, "It's pretty good. Where'd you get it?"
He grabbed it back and said, "Thats for me to know, and you not to find out."
I smiled and stepped back from him. "Come on. Let's get this over with." He followed me and then I saw the people in the break room staring at us. I stopped and whipped around to face him.
"What?" he said.
"We need a story to tell them. A good story. I mean, you did tell Paula that we had unfinished business." I said
He smiled an evil smile and said. "Don't worry. I already got one." He gently pushed me aside and walked into the break room like he owned the place. I was slightly scared and I sprinted to keep up with him.
"Guys this is-" I started to say but was cut off.
"Agent Paul Rodgers from Lousianna." he said as he showed his fake badge to everyone.
"I'm Lieutenant Horatio Caine. Nice to meet you." he said as he stretched his hand out to Deans.
After they shook hands, Horatio said, "Are you familar with the case, Agent Rodgers."
"Yes, exactually. I worked on a case like this a couple years back and we never caught the guy. So when Calleigh told me about it, I knew it was no coincidence." he replied.
"And how do you know Calleigh?" Natalia said with curiosity in her eyes. She had undoubtedly noticed Dean's attractiveness
He smiled and said, "Well, lets just say were really, really, really close." he looked over and winked at me. I felt the blush come to my cheeks and felt a strong desire to crawl into a hole and die.
"Horatio, may we speak to the suspect?" I said trying to forget what had just happened.
"Of course, Calleigh." he said.
"Thanks." I said and left the room as fast as I could. I heard the sound of Dean running to catch up with me and when he finally beside me, I punched him in the arm.
"Ouch. What was that for?" he said rubbing his arm.
"That was for embarrasing me, you jerk." I said
He laughed and said, "Hey, I told you I had a story."
"I said a good story. Not a perverted story." I said with a roll of my eyes. We walked into the interogation room and saw our suspect.
Carl Simmons was a 6'1, african-american 31-year-old. He had a buzz cut and was wearing a black t-shirt and jean shorts. He looked like a completely normal guy, but for all we know, he could be devil in disguise.
"Carl Simmons?" I asked.
He shook his head yes and I said, "I'm Detective Duquesne and this is Agent Rodgers. We're here to ask you some questions."
I sat down and Dean stayed standing as we began questioning Carl.
We asked him all the basic questions like where were you on the nights of the murders, and did the victims have any enemies. Then we started in on the supernatural questions.
"Have you seen or heard anything wierd lately, Carl?" I asked.
"Um no. Nothing out of the ordinary." he asked looking confused.
"Have you smelled anything strange, like rotten eggs?" Dean asked.
"Noo..." he said.
"Have you seen any black smoke?" I said.
"No. No. And No. I haven't smelled, heard, or seen anything wierd! Now can I go?" he said looking fed up.
"One more question, Mr. Simmons ." Dean sayed.
"What?" Carl said.
"Cresto." Dean said.
Mr. Simmons just stared at him like he was a freak.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Nothing. You can go now ." I said with dissapointment.
"Thank you!" he said and sprinted out of the room.
I turned to Dean and said, "Well that was a waste of time."
"What do we do now?" he asked folding his arms.
"The only thing we can do." I said getting up out of my chair. He raised his left eyebrow at me in confusion.
"Call Bobby." I said walking out of the room.
He smiled and followed me out of the room. I walked him to the elevator and said, "I'm gonna stay here and see what the coroner has any evidence for me."
"Alright. I'm gonna head back and call Bobby." he said and then looked at something behind my shoulder.
I turned and saw Natalia and Valera standing there pretending to talk even though I knew they were watching us.
"It seems like we have a fan base." he said with a smirk.
"Yeah. All thanks to you and your story about us being really, really close." I said.
He stepped and inch away from my face and said, "It's not really, really close. It's really, really, really close."
"My bad." I whispered.
He smiled and said, "I'll see you later."
"Bye." I said as he stepped away from me. I watched him take a couple steps and then stop in his tracks. He turned and walked back towards me. Before I could protest, his lips gently captured mine. I tried to ignore the spark that I felt when our lips touched. I knew this wasn't a real kiss. Just a play kiss. As soon as the kiss started, it ended. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. I licked my lips and leaned close to him.
I got right up against his lips and whispered, "Show off." Then I shoved him into the elevator and whipped around. I saw the girls looking stunned and jealous. I smiled and walked towards the break room to get another cup of coffee considering I never got to finish mine. I looked back just in time to see the elevator doors shut and a feeling of satisfaction washed over me.
I know it's a little cheasy lol. Reviews are welcomed with open arms!