Guys, I'm again sorry for not going along with the story like I should have. It's obviously not spoiler based now, becuase I began this in December and now it's February, with spoilers to kill. Here's the last chapter and I hope you like it.

The water finally stopped running wildly down a sad face, bringing slight relief to her. But she just sat there alone. Lost in thoughts, had no one to bother her or to distract her aimless stare across the room. The pink on her face had began to fade as she pondered on the earlier events of the day. Wondering why this would happen. How did they find out about him? And it was highly unfair that they'd take him away when it wasn't his fault.

Footsteps jolted her out of her thoughts and she faced the origin of the sound. Horatio stood above her, looking down at her in the couch.

"Krome Detention Centre, Calleigh," he stated simply. She could only stare at his stern face. It was frightening to find your boss staring at you when you're supposed to be doing work. What he said was more suprizing. Then she realized what it meant. When he saw this he nodded and left.

ECECECECECECECECEC

They took her gun and let her through. They opened the cold, angry steel bars and let her through. They revealed a lonely door, unlocked it and let her through. As she walked through it she could feel the aggravation of all the rest building behind her, beside her, everywhere. She'd been there before to confront the malicious and the murdurous but not like this. Not to visit someone she knew didn't belong there. For once she felt like a normal person, not a cop.

The door locked shut behind her. It enclosed her in a small room, no windows, no interlinking doors, just them. It came as a shock to her eyes as she looked up to see him. His head lay upon his crossed arms on the table. A blue named tag surrounded his left wrist. An orange jumpsuit and blue shoes concealed his body. She sat down slowly and hesitated. Then she took his hand in hers. Still he made no movement.

"Eric," his name barely whispered in the air. He still didn't move an inch yet. Until he heard her snifle he shifted. Finally he saw her scared face and she noticed his black eye. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." This was all she able to say. He straightened up his postre. His hand grasped hers now and lifted it, placing a kiss on her soft skin.

"It's not your fault," he mumbled tiredly. He cupped her small hands in his.

"Not yours either," she clarified.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, silence fell on them. It came crash down like a rainstorm. Niether of them knew what to say to the other. After a while of numbing quietness, Calleigh shyly looked away. One of them, the guards, leaned against the wall next to the door. Loaded with a gun, baton and whatever else that hid behind his body, ready to beat the shit out of Eric if he tried anything. No. That should be him, standing there on guard, instead he was treated as if he was one of the rest...

"What did you come to tell me?" her attention switched back to him.

"Nothing," she told him at once, "I wanted to see you." She knew he never meant it in a bad way, but couldn't help but feel that he did.

"Don't waste your time, go back to the lab where you belong," he said coldly.

"Eric..."

"Do you at least know how my birth certificate got out?" he asked stabbing her last few words.

"No, I," she found herself stammering, "the case isn't finished yet."

"You should just give up, Calleigh," Eric sighed and leaned back in his chair. " 'Cause you have to solve the case of Powell's wife first, then you have to search endlessly about my case - oh, wait it'll be looked on as a conflict of interest in court, so then the case'll be left for night shift. Then it'd take so long, that the criminals in here would have already killed me. Oh, wait, here's the funny part: after I die, they'd deport my body to Cuba and my biological father wouldn't even give a fuck. Ha!" He laughed resting his arms back onto the table.

Her eyes swelled with tears. She felt her skin crawl and her body trembling in front of him.

"Who are you?" she said in a hoarse voice, "What happened to you? Don't let the criminals in here turn you into something you're not..."

"You were right. What if we can't be together? All those things I said to you were a lie. I have to leave you, whether I have a choice or not."

"We've been through alot but don't turn your back on the team, Eric, no matter how long it'll take, we're gonna get you out of here... Don't you believe me?"

He gave her the coldest expression which answered her question. No. He heard her pleading words and stared at her disappointed face.

"Eric?" she begged. Her tears spilled over as she waited for him to possibly speak, but he didn't. All the worries of the world fell on her again. Of all the sweet words he said, the loving looks he gave her and the promising hugs she received from him, what was he saying? It couldn't be a hoax, it just couldn't! She knew it too well that he had feelings for her and that he wanted to be with her the rest of his life...but why?

"Eric," she demanded, "say something!" Nothing. "I love you, why won't you believe me?!" Still nothing. "Why are you being like this? Answer me!"

He just stared at her ruby face tearing apart. It was messed with tears and glowing with emotion. She was too shocked out of her mind to understand. The feeling of not being together made her heart go 'boom' in her chest. Soon she realized she wasn't breathing and let out a breath, then a few more as her heart pounded faster. After all the staring Eric hung his head in shame. Calleigh stood immediatley, almost knocking over the chair and ran out the door, leaving it ajar.

"No matter what happens, Cal., I'll always be here and I will never, NEVER leave...'

The words, now almost seeming meaningless, dawned on her as she raced her way through the detention center.

'...Anytime you want to talk - I'm here, always...'

Calleigh cried herself to the desk where she collected her gun. She ignored the guards staring her in the face. It was almost as if they stood there laughing, closing in on her and making fun of her embarrassment. There eyes watched her intensely as she ran to the exit. All she wanted to do was leave and never go back. She needed to get away, away from all her problems which kept on following her. But who was there for her? Who was there to help her? No one, she just ran away into thin air.

'...We've through stuff before and we made it. Okay?'