I wanted to update this from yesterday, but school work was killing me and I had to go to extra lessons so do the math = no time. But now I do have time. Keep in mind I haven't read any fanfiction before writing this, I wrote it on Monday night. Here you go, based on Dissolved (724), this is what went missing:

After a rough day of corrosive alkalines and dying people, the couple wanted a night out. They went out to a restaurant near to her home and ordered dinner.

Calleigh's natural confoundment with the aid of his fork clicking on the glass plate, drew attention twards him. She stared at him devouring his food like a starved beast, shoving spaghetti and meat balls down his throat and licking off the sauce. As he lifted his eyes from the meal he noticed her watching him, her food remained untouched.

"What?" he swalled hard. Soon he realized his absence of table manners and stopped stuffing his face... but she kept on staring. "I'm sorry I can't help it if the food is delicious, Cal.."

"No, it's not that," she faked a smile then it faded, "it's just..." Nervously she pursed her lips together and looked away. Eric couldn't help but pick up on her strange behaviour.

"What, is there a problem?" he asked, knife and fork in hand.

"Um, today, when you lied and said it was about a case..."

"I'm sorry," he quipped, "I know it was wrong, but I wanted to be focused on the case we were working." His sincere expression matched his tone: reassuring and sorry.

"That's not the problem," she said. Eric sighed heavily and placed the cutlery on the table. She sensed his discomfort towards her statement.

"Listen, I just wanna know the truth."

"And I told you," he answered quite offended.

"I don't mean to be nosy, but since when does he have your number? The last I've checked, you two hardly knew each other well." Despite her sudden curiosity, which he knew would come, she was right and definately deserved to know. But now wasn't the time and he wasn't sure of how to explain, or even where to start.

"Eric?" she urged with her most worried expression. His eyes redirected their gaze to her comforting hand over his. "I'm your girl friend, and no matter what it is you can tell me... is he harassing you?"

"No, no. Why would you think that?" he wondered. The answer was obvious and they both knew it; Alexsander wasn't exactly a good person:

"I don't know what I'm supposed to think?" she admitted truthfully.

"Look, Calleigh, don't even worry about it. It has nothing to do with you and I'm safe." All this time she thought her soft words were soothing him, but they only made it harder for him.

"Sharova - he wants my help, he..." Calleigh made a crazed face and her mouth opened to protest, "just listen, he's in a bad situation and he asked for my help, it's not a big deal, Calleigh. He helped me and I'm returning a favor..."

"Eric, you don't have to do anything for him. He made a choice to get you outta jail but you do not have to repay him," she said firmly.

"I have to, if it wasn't for him I'd be in Cuba right now!" he shouted in a whisper. Calleigh rolled her eyes in exhaustion and drew her hand away.

"Don't say that," she said in a tear-filled voice, "you don't know what would've happened, Eric!" Calleigh shouted louder, not realizing it because of her disappointment. Faces from other table turned and stared at them. After embarrassingly eyeing them he continued.

"Hey, you're just worried about the Russians, that's all. It'll be okay..." he calmed.

"Hey, well maybe I wasn't joking about marrying you," she finished.

Calleigh grabbed her handbag off the chair she was seated on and stormed off. He ran to catch her but she had already made it through the door when the waiter serving them stopped him.

"Sir, you have to pay for your meal before leaving," he reminded. Eric pulled out his wallet and handed him his credit card. "I'll have this right back to you in a moment." The waiter hurried off.

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He headed quickly towards his silver car, sighing to try and calm himself before even looking at her. Good thing they had one car, because he had no doubt she'd have driven away. The icy rain water splashed under his feet as he came to her. She stood beside the car, arms folded and showing an upset face.

"Cal.," he began hushing.

"I can't believe this, I, we're fighting."

"It's just a disagreement..."

"I don't wanna fight - I just wanna go home." Her struggle to keep a stable voice instead of a high pitched one was great. Before he was able to continue, she quickly walked over to the passenger seat and went in.

For the whole drive home, Eric could barely focus on the road. Unshed tears shinning in her bright eyes caught his attention half the time. Whenever she saw him she'd wipe them out and look away.

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"I trust you with every fibre of my being... but I just don't wanna loose you." She told him while her head rested against his bare chest in bed.

"You won't, that's the last thing that can happen."