How It Must Feel
Author Notes: I got some "persuasion" and was suppose to update on Sunday, which turned to Monday, which turned to never i.e. now, mostly because school has had me so preoccupied. So I'm to updating today and again on Saturday night, I pinky promise
3. Mixed Feeling
"He found someone important? He didn't want me to get hurt? What did he mean? Was Eric seeing someone? But he told me he can't imagine living his life without me? Was that because I was in the hospital and unconscious? I thought we were moving pass friendship?" These thought filled her mind on the drive home. "Maybe I should call him" she reached in her purse and grabbed out her cell phone and dialed his number.
It rang.
"Hello?" it was a woman's voice and she had an accent. Calleigh wasn't sure what type of accent, but it was definitely not Cuban, Russian maybe.
"Eric?" Calleigh squeaked
The lady said something in another language, it was definitely Russian. Maybe she was calling him, she didn't know much Russian, Delko had taught her a few words, greeting and such, but that was the extent of her knowledge. But even if she'd known more of the language, the woman was talking way too fast for her to even comprehend, let alone hear correctly what she was saying.
"Why was she answering his phone?" she was starting to feel annoyed, but there was another feeling present, too. It was a mixer of anger, betrayal, envy and bitterness. "Why do I feel this? What was it?" She knew the feeling, but she refused to acknowledge it, she was feeling jealousy. She was jealous that Eric was with someone else.
Don't get her wrong; Eric had dated other women before. She even saw how he looked at the women at the strip clubs, gentleman clubs and modeling agencies; they'd go to when investigating a case. He'd always know the name of the club, where they were located and sometime he'd even know the girls, but it never made her feel like this, She knew everyone feels lust, especially men and she always knew Eric was a little bit of a womanizer, but Calleigh truly felt jealous.
He was sweet, caring and protective of her. He'd barely left she side when she in the hospital, when the whole web stalker incident happened with Cooper, resulting in her kidnapping. Eric paid him a visited and "knocked" some sense into him. When the team rescued her from her captures he'd drove her home and stayed in his car watching her and her house, every night for a week after that.
He was the one who comforted and stood by her when she was involved in an off duty shooting and blame for a woman's death. When his therapist was killed, the doctor's files become evidence. She'd read that he'd like to settle down and it be nice if it were with her.
He'd told her he can't imagine living his life without her and it the way he looked at her, it wasn't the way he looked at those other women. It was genuine and authentic, it was like a spotlight shining down on her and it was love. Of all the men in her life, Eric was the one she could depend on when she needed him.
"May I ask whose calling?' the woman asked
Calleigh snapped back into the present "Um uh, can you just tell him Calleigh Duquesne called?" she wanted to get off the phone before Eric answered because she didn't know what to say or why she'd call in the first place.
"Ms. Duquesne, Eric speaks fondly of you, he said you're his closest friends, I'm sure he'd like to talk to you, he'll should be out of the shower in second"
Calleigh didn't know want to do. She liked to say goodbye and hang up, but her southern upbringing hindered her, she didn't want be rude, so she stayed on the line. Still her mind wondered "Good friends? He should be out the showers? What was happening over there?"
There was an awkward silence on the phone, well at least to Calleigh it was. The woman was the last to speak. "Should I say something? What should say?" the second of silence felt like an eternity. The woman seemed to know all about her, but Calleigh don't know anything about this woman. She wanted to ask about herself, but she didn't want to be that straight forward or sound too overeager. She blurted the first thing that came to her mind.
"Yeah, Eric and I have known each other for a long time, I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name?" she said in her sweetest southern voice. In her experience asking crucial question in casual conversion was the most subtle way to squeeze out information without the knowledge of the other person.
"I'm sorry, my name Nadia Kerensky" she said
"Nice to meet you Nadia" Calleigh said "how long have you KNown Eric?"
But before Nadia could answer, Eric walked in and she hand him the phone, without an answering to the question.
"Hello? Calleigh?" he said.
"What to say? What to say?" she was panicked, she said the first thing that came
"Hey Eric, Nadia seems nice I'd love to meet her." Her voice was way more sing song than it typical was, she hope he didn't notice.
"Everything ok, Cal?" he'd noticed
"Everything is great, Eric. How are you?" She sang.
This was getting weirder by the second.
"I'm, um things, hey you need something?" He'd sensed the strangeness too. It was weird they were always so comfortable around each other.
"Eh I don't know what to say, Eric. What was with the text? Why can't you just say what you mean? Why are you messing with my head? Are you seeing someone else?" She frustrated mind yelled to her.
But she couldn't say that, she need more evidence before she could call him guilty. Calleigh had to think fast before a black hole form in the middle of the conversion and swallowed it.
"I was calling you to tell next time you're in a rush, make sure your clock out. You don't want to be pulled over for speeding in your personal car on the county's clock, you owe me one"
He laughed.
His laughter vaporized the awkwardness and she begin laugh, too.
"That what I love about you, Cal. Your sense of humor"
She smiled "and that is what I love about you, you think I'm joking when I serious."
They both laughed.
Hearing his voice made all the negative thoughts fade. She forgot she was angry with him, she forgot about Nadia, she forgot about Jake and that confusing text Eric sent her, she forgot her worries. It was just her and him.
"Hard day?" He asked. He noticed the tension in her voice, when she was tense her voice would be overly cheerful than normal.
"You don't know the half of it" She sighed. Well he caused half of it, but by the way he was conversing he was oblivious of fact.
"What happened?" He said worried
"Bullet I was analyzing evidence that brought forth no results and—" she paused "Should I mention Jake" she sigh deeply and continued "I ran into Jake"
She wanted to be honest with him, even if she felt he wasn't being honest to her.
"What did he do?" Eric's voice was anger. Not toward her, but Jake. He never liked him, he thought he was no good to Calleigh and he was a snake.
"He started and argument in the front of the entire office, I really don't want to talk about. I know there's going to be story time with Rick Stetler first thing when I walk into work tomorrow."
"Well, call me when you're ready to talk about. I'm here for you, whatever you need. I love you, Cal"
"Thanks Eric, bye" she said quickly and hung up without waiting for a bye. He said he loved her, loved her and she just said thanks Eric and bye.
"YOU IDIOT, you should have said you loved him, too. Now he thinks the feeling isn't mutual, but what about Nadia? In the text he said she was important." Talking to Eric made her feel worse, she should have hung up. She felt happiness, peace, love, hate, jealousy and fear all at the same time.
She reached her house. She pulled in the driveway and walking to her door and unlocked it. She immediately went up the stair and flung herself on her bed and did something she hadn't done for awhile, she cried.
Sorry this chapters are alittle short, but hope you enjoyed it -Quitethefangirl