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Her body lay still in the middle of the made bed. The air conditioning breezed through her hair as peacefully as she slept. Suddenly she jerked awake and sat up slowly from the position on her stomach. Calleigh eyed the broken mirror still hanging then quickly turned to face the bed. It was as if she'd forgotten and had an epiphany when her eyes gaze laid upon the empty spot. They watered and twitched as she stared at it. She tore off the covers and jumped underneath them, settling into his side of the bed. She clutched his pillow with both arms and pressed her face into it, inhailing his scent while teardrops seeped into its fabric. The alarm clock showed one o`clock.

When I feel blue, I think of you

'cause you're true, wherever you are

near or far,

you still are, my shinning star

Through dreaded coughs he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to invite sleep and to picture her face while he did. But only little came Eric trembled on the lumpy ground on which he laid. He couldn't find the strength to at least move or rub his hands together. It was far too freezing and the loss of blood from his aching wound prevented him from doing so.

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Horatio stood on the wet road which the overnight rain soaked. The think grey clouds concealed the five o`clock sun giving him no warmth. A swift wind tossed a few strands of red hair over his forehead and shades. He was standing before the crime scene shootout from yesterday. A vehicle drove up behind him causing him to turn around. It was a hummer - and out stepped a woman's high heels. She locked the door and proceeded towards him. Her hair flowed in the wind, she wore a long sleeve white blouse and black pants and her posture was fierce.

"Calleigh?" he began. She now stood before him holding a kit.

"We believe that Eric was taken by the Russians in place of Sharvoa," he continued.

"That would explain the Chevrolet chasing after them yesterday." Horatio's expression showed that he wanted to ask if she was okay. But he didn't knowing she might not have told him.

"What can I do?" she asked willingly.

"Join Miss. BoaVista and inside - maybe your fresh eyes can find something... they'll inform you on the rest."

"Okay, but Horatio, wasn't this area searched yesterday?"

"Sharova says he doesn't know the Russians were really doing, so we're just, crossing our t's."

Inside, they continued to search for clues. Their flashlights beamed around in the dimly lit warehouse in deep conversation.

"I can't believe Calleigh's here."

"Yeah, yesterday she seemed so broken up I thought she'd never get over him."

"She's Calleigh, Ryan, I suppose she'd want to be here to help. I sure am, because it's Eric." They watched her nod to Horatio and began walking towards them.

"She loves him," Ryan said raising his eyebrows.

"Sh and don't give her the 'sorry look' or ask if she's okay. Here she comes," Natalia stared her way. Calleigh stopped in front of her.

"We already checked most of this side," Ryan stood from over a crate, "we haven't gotten to that side yet." She could clearly tell their curiosity of how she was doing.

"I'm just wondering why didn't the search team that was here yesterday go through those crates?"

"I guess they thought they had everything," Natalia answered. She nodded and turned to leave but stopped.

"Um... thanks for yesterday," she said. And with her solid expression, she walked in the other direction. The two exchanged a look then got back to searching.

The place was scattered with crime scene tape, broken boxes and crates that were left in a haste by the Russians. In a far corner of the barren place Calleigh found more cealed crates - with a foriegn language written on the sides - stacked and hiding something. She scanned the musty ground for anything to pry them open and luckily found a crowbar. She placed her kit down and pressed the sharp end of the tool to the edge of the crate. It was hard and wouldn't budge. She tried harder but still no success. Calleigh eyed her colleagues across the room not noticing her. Then a flash of Eric being hurt by a bullet digging into his arm flashed through her mind, causing her to groan and smash the crowbar into it! The large box caved in and fell apart and so did the rest above it. The loud crash startled the others and they rushed over to her.

"Calleigh!" Ryan paniced when he didn't see her. Soon they heard her coughing and saw her untouched, on the other side of the heap. She was crouched over guns and debris tossing pieces of wood and pushing the guns away.

"You okay?" She only nodded. They proceeded to help her search for anything of use to them. Except for the noise made by the evidence there was a silence that settled on them. Calleigh kept dragging and pulling away things in a rage, searching intensely as if the one she loved lay beneath all of it.

"I got something," she said breaking the silence. She strongly pulled out a DELL laptop. Natalia followed her to a near crate and she placed it on top.

"Is it working?"

"No, I think the battery died," she suggested after trying to start it.

"Other than guns, there's nothing left under there," he stated joining them.

"I'm guessing that this, along with the rest of the guns, were left here by the Russians," Calleigh said.

"Well, what doesn't make sense is that it was found along with the guns. We know that the crates were here already but why would a laptop be in one?" Natalia pointed out.

"I don't think it was."

"And you didn't see it at all - before you broke the crates?" Ryan asked and she shooked her head. Natalia sneered at him.

"No," she faced the black heap, "but I remember that there was an opening, between two stacks of crates..."

"And you didn't look through it at all...?"

"The important thing is that we found new evidence: but why was it there in the first place?" Natalia saved her.

"I don't know... maybe one of them was there using it. There was alot of noise going on in the shootout, and he wanted to block some of it out..." Calleigh gave her unbiased opinion. They both stared at her as if demanding more.

"She'll take it back to the lab to confirm." The three looked at Horatio. He acknowledged, "Calleigh?" She nodded and immediately and went away with the bagged evidence.

Horatio stayed there watching them and their uneasiness towards one another. He peered at the mess behind them.

"It wasn't me..."

"Ryan," she warned, staring at him unbelievingly.

"Alright you two, whatever happened here was an accident."

"H., you know I don't wanna blame her, but she could've damaged evidence for no reason..."

"Ryan, give her a break she's going through alot..." Natalia attacked.

"That's the point, she's not thinking straight."

"Ryan, easy," Horatio calmed. Ryan shifted his footing angrily.

"All I'm saying is that I don't think Calleigh should be on this case."

"Mr. Wolfe, I'll be the judge of that," he silenced.

Horatio's voice echoed to her keen ears from across the warehouse. Mixed emotions filled her head. She wasn't sure of how to act. Would she break down crying and be uncertain about her ability to fight crime or stay confident even though she might have jeopardized the case? The anger bubbled in her head, tears stained her eyes red and her feet pounded with every step. All this - but she was sure of one thing: that she she'd find him.

Sometimes it's mad

things get bad

and I'm sad

wherever you are, there is

light by my side

I feel alright

Song: Wherever You Are (I Feel Love) by Laava