Song: 'So Into You' by Fabolous

Okay so I found a long lost song by Fabolous and it just describes EC so much I had to start it in this chapter. And no I haven't read any fanfiction about Dead On Arrival yet, but here's one!

Eric fumbled around in his locker storing his on-duty gun in and taking his bag out. After the case about the dead bride-to-be, he just wanted to leave the place. For a while he stood on the spot contemplating on the day's events and how the reasons for murder was so unbelievable yet real.

He got himself so caught up in his thoughts that he missed a phone call. The cell began to vibrate again and somehow now he felt it. Quickly he reached for it hoping it wasn't another tiring case. It wasn't.

"Calleigh?"

"Yeah, where are you?" her voice chirped, "Don't you wanna go home?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well what's taking you so long?"

"I'm getting my stuff, I'm coming."

"Okay, handsome."

Eric rolled his brown eyes and smirked and her charm.

ECECECECECECECEC

He practically raced into the elevator and into the parking lot. Along the pavement he slowed down, gasping a bit, heading towards his car. He searched his pockets, front and back for the keys. When he couldn't find them he search his bag but nothing. For minute he wonder where they were, then realised the sound.

The loud bumping of music, blaring in a completely locked car. What? Someone got into his car? How? But not just someone, a specific person. Blonde hair swaying from side to side and a perfectly happy face with lips mouthing lyrics. Yes, that was Calleigh - his crazy, yet extremely beautiful and funny girl friend - dancing in the front seat of his own car. He stood on the spot staring and grinning at the sight in front of him. Eventually she saw him and laughed in embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" he laughed opening the door. She became red in the cheeks and stared at his surprized expression as he closed the door waiting.

"Do you remember this old song?"

"Yeah, I think," he stared daggers into her skin.

"Well I like it."

"Okay," he accepted smiling. Calleigh bit her lip and sunk in her seat. She was opeing up to him more and more, by every passing day. He was finally seeing the fun, crazy side of her and he adored it.

ECECECECECECEC

The excitement died down when they got home. Calleigh busied herself cooking a quick dinner for the both of them. She went back and forth in the kitchen fixing everything at the same time. In the meantime Eric was upstairs doing something. She was sure he bathed already, because he'd never take more than half an hour. Still the silence intrigued her curious mind. What was he doing?

A few mintues later dinner was finished.

"Eric?" she called at the foot of the stairs, "dinner's ready!" She waited for a moment.

"Yeah," he shouted back. As he did she walked towards her awaiting meal then heard it:

Baby girl...
I really like...
Desert Storm..Yeah, Yeah...
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now

She mentally screamed at the beginning of the song and dashed upstairs like a speeding bullet. She followed its wonderful lyrics to find Eric sitting at her computer in her room. His eyes met her glowing green one's and she raced up to him.

"What're you doin'? Don't you want dinner?" she tried to disguise her excitement.

"I do, but it can wait, can it?" he said. Eric rose from the seat covered in an undershirt and his boxers only, moving up to her body. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could until her teeth eventually shone through. He held her palms in his and pushed against her dancing. She laughed, gazing up from his firm chest, as he watched from above. They swayed playfully, their feet shuffling on the white carpet.

But girl I'ma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now

Suddenly after those couple of words he moved behind her, lowering his body to fit with her hers. He then slid his fingers down her sides, around the waist of her boy shorts and joined on her abdomen. She giggled his name when their bodies began to grove as one. She screamed with giddy laughter as his chin smoothed across her cheek and his chin rested by her neck tickling her. She fell into him and he caught her, steading her again.

"Eric, c'mon dinner's getting cold." She stretched her neck looking at him.

"Don't care," he spun her around. Now they were dancing hand in hand again and more freely.

"What more can a person want in life?" he began, still dancing, "A nice house, a caring family, a lover that's so into you?"

"I want nothing more," she answered his suggestions.

"The things people kill for - money? Wasn't the show enough?"

"Stop, the case's over... I really like what you've done to me, I can't really explain it, I'm so into you."

Soon the song reached the part saying: "Since you been asking 'bout their friends, how'd you like if both our names had Jackson at the end?" And as they carried on he asked her:

"Calleigh, are you the marrying kind?"

"Wh...?" she paused as the real question hit her. And she stopped moving.

Her eyes suddenly widened and her jaw fell open and she stared at him shockingly. She felt as if she couldn't breathe and looked so, too. In an entire second she went from gleaming to total shock.

"Cal., what?" he finally stopped smiling, "What's wrong? You okay?" Finally, like the pea brains men are, he realized what he just asked her; after the confusing nervousness he placed on her. "Oh! No, no I'm sorry."

He pressed her into him feeling the hard throbs of her heart calm down against him. She evantually softened.

"Jeeze, Cal., it was a joke." He looked down at her in his arms as her expression melted away. She shook her head.

"It was a good one," she admitted simply.