One shot. Spoilers for Season 7, Resurrection. What I think happened/ should have happened.

What a disaster it was that day. It was thought that Horatio was gone, finished, and never coming back. That Ryan was somehow involved. That Ron Saris had finally won, and had his victory. But as the day progressed and was coming to an end, everything turned out okay. Her boss wasn't really dead. Ryan was involved, yes, but for a good reason. And Ron, well, he won't be around anymore. So it was well dealt with. The shooting, that is...

The hours ran away without being noticed and she laid there still, in the joyless room she last saw him in. Her aching head leaned upon her left arm on the desk, drearily watching the gun range in front her get smaller and smaller in the dull lighting. The dedication he had to escape with a bag full of guns for the case was unheard of, but for Calleigh, he was brave. It hurt so much knowing that he might die because of this act, that she couldn't find the strength to get up and out of the hidden place.

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And there she stayed, moaned, the tears rained until her face was soaked.

Soon her work cell began to ring. Slowly she drew it out of her back pocket: Ryan Wolfe

"Damn," she forced out hoarsely before clearing her throat to answer.

"Hey, Calleigh, how's it going?" his cheerful voice asked.

"I'm, at the lab," she replied barely a whisper.

"Oh, okay, just calling to see if you were okay, you know, since this morning."

"Yeah - I'll be fine."

"Alrighty then, bye." Ryan on the other line made a face as he was returning the phone to his pocket. Eric, who was in the passenger seat, saw it.

"She okay?" he wondered, trying not to sound too concerned.

"She said she was," he started while keeping an eye on the road ahead.

"But is she?" he pushed.

"I-" Wolfe paused and took a glance at him then back. "Why didn't you call her?" He whined and Eric sighed rolling his eyes. "She definitely sounded a bit tired - we all are... I think she was crying."

"And you just said bye like that?"

"What am I supposed to do, Eric, get in her business?" he complained while turning a corner. That was it: her business, Jake. Only Eric would have noticed it.

"Go back to the lab..."

"Eric, no, we're almost there."

"I said go back," he repeated in a more aggressive tone. The two stared at each other before Wolfe made a sudden U turn. "Thank you."

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The sun disappeared underneath the now black sky. The hummer finally strolled into the lonely parking lot and Eric jumped out and closed the door. As he was picking up the pace towards the elevator Ryan rolled the window.

"I'll give you twenty minutes, after that I'm coming in!"

'Calleigh said she was in the lab, but which one?' Eric thought as he decided on the buttons in the elevator. One clever choice was the second floor, where ballistics was.

His shoes sounded in the hallway as he walked. The door came into sight and he paused there. He could see her fatigue form lying on the desk: her hand and her blonde hair scattered around to hide her face from him. The door clicked open and close and he was inside.

His brown eyes wondered what to say. Suddenly she started to rise out of her distressed position and her drenched features hit him.

"Calleigh," he said in disbelief. She quickly moved her hands to her eyes trying to wipe away evidence of hurt and sadness, but couldn't, a witness had seen the scene already. "What happened when I was gone?" All she could do is stare lifelessly at him.

"I have, a headache," she paused watching him pull up a chair, "I'm just tired."

"Tired? You look, you look..." he couldn't even say it.

"Ugly, torn apart, fooled."

"No," his hand rushed to warm hers. "Why would you even say that? It's not you."

"Jake." The name exploded like a bomb.

"He was here? What did he do?"

"Nothing, Eric, nothing," she shook her head slightly.

"It must be something, to make you end up like this." He penetrated her skin with his worried eyes, she had to explain before he got the wrong impression.

"Jake," she turned away, "he's gone... he brought the guns, and I ran them to, to see which ones were used in the shooting," he could hear the sorrow in her strained voice, "and he told me that, if they find him, he'd be dead." Eric felt his own tears watching from the frame of his eyes. It became worse when she broke into pieces in front of him for the first time. She hung her head sobbing. He pulled closer and laid her body on his. Her head rested on his broad shoulder and arm wrapped around his neck. He could feel her hot breath on his neck an as she started once more.

"I hadn't seen him for months, then his name showed up on the screen... I thought it was a mistake. Now, because of this stupid case, he might die... I can't live like this. I'd rather not seeing him for months knowing he's alive, than to see him dead."

"Shh - you don't know that for sure Cal, don't keep thinking like that, or you'll worry for the rest of your life. You know he loves you." Eric actually let that last sentence come out of his mouth? He meant it then. He patiently awaited her next thought while embracing her.

"I do, I love him too, just as much as I love you." Eric stopped his heart's rapid beating to hear the words resound in his ears. He gazed across at her face. Finally she calmed, after hours of pain and after darkness there was light.

The door clicked open.

"Guys are we still going to the bar?" Ryan's small innocent voice called.