Chapter 3
Calleigh rolled over on her side, yawning. She really wasn't a morning person! The alarm clock on the nightstand beside her bed went off, blaring. The blonde sighed, hitting the snooze button after some hesitation. The ballistics expert had tossed and turned most of the night, having a lot of things on her mind. But once she cleared her head, the sleep came easily.
She climbed out of bed, her feet touching the cold hardwood floors. Walking over to the window, the blonde drew the satin curtains, sunlight flooding into the master bedroom, casting a golden color. Calleigh walked over to her closet, trying to decide what to wear to work. After some debating, she finally choose a black short sleeved blouse, and black dress pants to match.
The blonde ballistics expert wandered into the hallway, tucking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear. She strolled into the bright kitchen, her heels echoing loudly on the linoleum floor, making herself a cup of coffee.
She forced herself to push all thoughts of Jake out of her head, knowing the touchy subject would only make her angry and stressed out.
Calleigh felt more anger than hurt, probably because she sensed the relationship was on the rocks. Suddenly, she found herself thinking about her relationship with a certain Cuban CSI. She smiled at the thoughts of Eric while she sipped her steaming hot coffee quietly.
Finishing her coffee, the female CSI placed her ceramic mug into the sink. She grabbed her badge, and service weapon off the kitchen counter, clipping the badge onto her hip, and placing the firearm into it's holster at her side. She grabbed her cell phone and headed out the front door.
The sunshine was warm on her pale skin as she walked toward her car parked in the driveway. Calleigh climbed into the driver's seat, turning the engine over and the radio on. After buckling up and adjusting her mirror she put the car into reverse and backed out of the paved driveway. The platinum blonde put the car into drive and sped off toward the freeway.
20 minutes later, Calleigh pulled into the Miami Dade Crime Lab parking lot, parking her black Corolla into her usual spot. Slamming the car door shut, the blonde locked her car, striding toward the front entrance, her heels clicking on the pavement. The ballistics expert stepped into the bright foyer, the cold air hitting her immediately. She greeted a few colleagues as they passed, making her way over to the reception area.
"Good morning Paula". Calleigh greeted the perky receptionist. Paula smiled politely, handing Calleigh her messages. She scanned her messages briefly, making a mental note to call a few friends back. The platinum blonde looked up, and saw Eric approaching. Her heart raced at the sight of the Cuban CSI.
Eric grabbed his messages from Paula, giving her a warm smile before turning toward Calleigh. "Hey Cal, how are you"? He asked warmly, a look of sympathy on his face.
Calleigh nodded her head slowly. "I'm fine, did Lauren tell you about…". Her voice trailed off. Eric rested his messages on the reception desk, turning slightly to come face to face with the blonde.
"She did, and I'm sorry that happened to you". He put his hand on her shoulder gently, Calleigh felt warm inside as he pulled her into a hug. "I'm always here for you Cal, you know that right"? The young Cuban asked.
"Of course Eric". They pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes. The moment was perfect until their cell phones went off.
"We've got a call out". Eric informed her, after checking his cell phone.
The two investigators walked together to the parking garage in silence. That warm feeling Calleigh felt remained as they strode toward the hummers.
TBC…