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He started walking towards her once again, and then it hit him again, how perfect she looked right now, just sitting there reading a magazine...

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He walked into the living room and handed her the water bottle while she placed the magazine back on the table. He took a seat next to her, not so close so their shoulders were touching. She drank the water and he watched as she placed the cap back on and placed the bottle on the table. She leaned back against the couch. He was the first to break the silence.

" So how did the case go? " He asked, it was the first thing he could come up with to start a conversation. Plus he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in the outcome.

" We were able to close it, didn't take as long as I thought it would have." she replied.

" Found the killer? " he asked looking at her.

" Yea, she was killed by mistake. killer thought she was someone else, a girl he was assigned to kill. He admitted after we were able to prove that he was at the scene, and Alex recognized him. Said he saw him running after his sister got shot."

" How's Alex? " He asked, he remembered the parents were being pretty harsh on him.

" He's doing alright, I guess. Seems like a good kid, just mixed up with some people that aren't a good influence in his life."

" Yea, he seems like a nice kid." he said barely above a whisper.

" His parent's were really harsh on him, the way they were yelling and stuff. I don't know how you could do that to your own kid, no matter how much trouble he may be " she replied, remembering the scene at the interrogation room.

" Tell me about it, it was like they were sure his sister death was his fault."

Calleigh looked at him, when he said this, something about the tone of his voice told her, that indeed this case had bothered him. She watched him as he sat there. The back of his head was leaning on the back of the couch. His eyes were close and his lips pressed tightly together. One of his arms was hanging loosely next to him on the couch, while the other rested on his left thigh. She didn't know if she should reveal this to him, that she knew something was bothering him. But Eric wasn't stupid, they knew each other for 8 years, and dated for 7 months. He knew, that she noticed something was wrong, because it wasn't normal for calleigh to just show up at his house, without notice. When they were going out it was fine, because his house became her second home, but not before they were dating or after they broke up. So either something was wrong with her, or she was there to make sure he was ok. By the look on her face when she reached his door, he knew it was option number two.

Since Calleigh knew that he knew, she decided to bring it up, maybe he needed to talk about whatever it was bothering him, she was 99% sure it had to do with his sister.

" Do want to talk about it? " She asked.

Eric wasn't one to bring up something that was bothering him out of nowhere, he sometimes did if someone asked him. He used to be a very open person, still is, but not as much as before. He had mature a lot in way, since he got shot the first time. He became more focused on things that really mattered to him. He didn't go around having one night stands. He was more responsible. It was like it opened his eyes, to see how life could change in the blink of an eye. He was different, but at the same time still the same. Calleigh had to admit that she loved this new side of him. It was probably what lead her to see Eric in a different light.

" About what? " He asked, slowly opening his eyes to look at her.

" What really happened today?" she said, and when he didn't reply she continued. " You're not one to walk out on a interrogation like that, what's bothering you? "

He didn't reply. She watched him as he closed his eyes, bit his lip and shook his head. Trying to tell her nothing was bothering him, without actually saying it. His action made her realize even more that something was really bothering him, because Eric wasn't one to show that kind of expression. Calleigh? yeah, but Eric, no.

" Eric, even though things are a little different between us right now, I'm still here for you. So talk to me please, i know something is bothering you, I know it probably has to do with your sister because of the case. So please talk to me?" she said " I'm here to at least listen."

She watched him as he had his eyes closed, his head was still resting at the back of the couch, and he was bitting his bottom lip. She knew he was probably trying to fight the urge to cry, trying to find a way to tell her what he was felling. She hadn't seen him like this, not since speed and his sister first died.

Then she touched him for the first time in almost 2 months. She was trying to comfort him, so she placed her hand over his, the one that was resting on his lap. He was little shocked when he felt her hands on the back of his. Without opening his eyes or saying anything, he turned his hands, palm faced up and when their palms kissed he linked their fingers together and squeezed it gently for a second. A way of letting her know that he appreciated it. She sat there next to him without saying a word, right now she knew he needed the silence to probably gather his thoughts. She laid back the same way he was next to her, but she never let his hands go. He knew she was concerned and after a couple of minutes, she heard him say something...