Heyy guyzzz…I've been dying to write chps in Eric and Calleigh's point of view…so I thought what better time to do it than in the middle of a family crisis!! Okay…that sounded horrible but its true!!

Special thanks to delkolover138, C.H.E.A.R., Kayla, vickyhiphuggers, Mrs. Duquesne Delko, Mariia10 and heartrevolution for all of the awesome reviews!! XD Loooooove u guyz!! 3

So here's Calleigh's point of view first!! Enjoy!!! It's SUPER SHORT!!

Disclaimer: I asked the producers for CSI Miami and they laughed in my face :'( sigh

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Calleigh…

Fear. Anxiety. Despair. Nausea. Dull ache. Heartbreak. Nervousness. Anger. Sorrow.

I can't move. I can't feel. I can't think. I can't say. I'm useless. I cause pain. I cause anguish. I cause despair. I hurt the people that I love. I hear voices. I hear screaming. I feel the frantic movements going on around me. I can't move.

I feel someone behind me. Familiar? I see pleading, sorrowful, deep, brown eyes. I see things moving around me. Am I moving? Where am I going? I can't think straight. I feel my legs moving. I feel something warm around my hand. I can't move my head to see what it is. I'm numb.

Numb with pain. Numb from everything around me. Nothing affects me. I feel almost nothing. Physical. I feel almost nothing physical. Everything is swirling around in my head. I feel every single melancholy emotion that I can name.

What is wrong with me?

Why can't I control my emotions anymore? I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in self-pity. What did I do to deserve this? My son never did anything to anyone. Never. Nothing ever stays good for long. Some thing bad always happens. That's life. My face feels wet. I can't move my hands. Paralyzed with fear. Paralyzed with anxiety. Paralyzed in pain. Does that even make sense?

Nope. But what does anymore? My life is the furthest thing from making sense at the moment. I always wonder why. Not one of us has done anything to deserve this. Derek is just a child. Why him? He is only two years old! Anger. Not good right now. Need to calm down. Need to breathe. Need to relax.

Everything is moving around me. So fast. Too fast. I'm not moving. Am I? I still feel something warm around my hand. I try to move my head. Inch by inch. Come on. You can do this. Just a little bit more. You can do this. You have to.

I see a hand. A large, tanned hand, wrapped around mine. I smile inwardly, having used all of my energy to move my head. I feel so feeble. So weak. So…incomplete. A whole has formed in my heart. And it grows bigger by the second…

No.

I am not weak. I am Calleigh Delko. I. Am. Not. Weak. I have everything I could have ever wanted. The love of my life, children, a loving family and friends. This is just a minor setback. One that we will deal with. Together. All of us. As a group. As a family. Nothing will keep me from having a happy family. Nothing will stand in my way.

This is not who I am.

I am not weak.

Life without my family is too hard. I have to do everything in my will power. Everything. Nothing better be in my way. In the way of me and my dreams. That long winding road filled with obstacles. I shall not quit. I will prosper. And conquer this thing called grief. This thing called despair. This thing called anger. This thing called sorrow.

This thing called life…