A/N Thanks for reviewing! Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry because its mostly talk but I didn't think Calleigh would snap that easily in the show.
"I think," Calleigh snapped pausing for effect as the stepped slowly towards him, "that you should seriously stop right there, and think about what you're going to say next." "Come on Cal keep your temper under control." She thought to herself, "I'm just going to scare him a little and if he keeps insulting me or my family I'll put him in his place."
Hagen laughed maniacally almost and smirked. "What are you going to do? You are just some ditsy blonde chick that has slept her way up to the top. You don't deserve a badge or a gun; you use your stupid accent and good looks to get whatever you want." His tone became mocking, "Oh, you might break a nail if you do anything! What have I got to be afraid of?"
No more than 3 feet away from the detective, Calleigh spoke menacingly, "I'm warning you, you dumbass, make one more comment about me or my family and you'll be counting scars bruises till you're 70."
John scoffed and taunted, "That wouldn't be good for your job, Cal. I'd press charges and your superiors won't be happy. Of course, who'd pay the tab for your father's drinking then? Well, seeing as its you, you slut, all you would have to do is get out the leather and you get your job back, right?"
Calleigh stepped forward and kicked Hagen square in the gut. As he doubled over in pain, she lifted her elbow snapping his head back, sending him reeling on the hard mats on the gym floor.
"Calleigh!" Eric called. "You have got to stop! He will press charges for assault!" he warned running over to her.
Calleigh stuck out her hand, stopping Eric from intervening as she watched the dim-witted detective get back up. "I will stop after I put this fool in his place!" At that Calleigh swiftly stepped in front of John Hagen and dodged a wild punch. Hagen was flailing his arms everywhere, desperately trying to make contact with the petit blondes body. Calleigh, stuck her foot in-between John's huge feet and side-stepped him, kicking his foot from under him. The man lay panting on the ground with the CSIs foot on his chest.
"You're not going to press charges, are you Hagen?" Calleigh asked sweetly.
"Like hell, I am!" the man retorted.
She sunk her fist into his stomach, hard. "No, your not," she answered and with that she got up, grabbed her stuff, grabbed a shocked Eric by the wrist and pulled him out the gym door.
"So, where do you want to go for dinner?" Calleigh questioned innocently, giggling at the befuddled look on her friends face.
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