So these one shots will be random and they will be shorter than the usual one shot stories. Sometimes there are moments or thoughts that come to mind, that I just need to write about but it wouldn't be that long to form a long proper story.
Not sure if there is anyone still reading Calleigh and Eric's stories, or if anyone reads my stories, but I enjoy writing and I am enjoying writing them at the moment, because I started watching the series from scratch, so I'm in the mood 😊
Chapter 1:
They had just started dating, they hadn't even been going out for months...just weeks and yet Calleigh found herself staring at him. They were at the lab and he was talking to someone, someone she recognized had to do with one of the cases they were handling that day. He was probably explaining some issues and steps, guiding the poor soul who had just lost someone dear today, and as she watched him, completely ignoring everyone else around, as if the lab was empty and it was just them there, she couldn't help the smile that filled her face, the feeling of happiness that filled her heart. Calleigh didn't think she ever felt this way about any other man she had ever been involved with, not even with Jake, who she had rekindled her love with just a year and a half ago.
There was something about Eric, something that had always been there from the very first time they met. He hadn't made it a secret that he had been taken by her, her bright smile, long blonde hair and bright green eyes probably had something to do with how his heart had stopped and pounded in his chest at the same time, and yet, it had taken them years to be at this point, even if Calleigh had secretly appreciated everything about the man she had just met.
Life placed them in each other's orbit, by coincidence or on purpose, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that they had been in each other's lives for what felt like an eternity. Had become each other's most important person, the person they turn too when life was being shit with them, they had been each other's shoulder to lean on in more cases than one could count. Loses and wins had gotten them closer. Life threatening situation had been the final straw to finally get them to realize that they wanted more than just friendship from one another. She had been there, every step of the way through his ordeal after the shooting. She had made sure she would be all that he would need, little realizing that she was exposing her heart to him. She was getting attached in more ways than one and when she realized what was happening, it was too late to do anything about it. She tried to hide it at first, blamed it on the fact that he had gotten shot and she was still recuperating from the trauma of almost losing him, of having to visit the crime scene, seeing his own blood in the parking lot with her own eyes, an image that she could still see to this day, an image that still haunted her dreams turning them into horrible nightmares, waking her up all sweaty and heart pounding in the middle of the night, often crying her heart out at the images displaying in front of her eyes. She had needed to be close to him, to assure herself that he was still alive and in the process, she had started falling for him. She was falling hard for her best friend, the friend she cannot do without. Other friends had come and gone, other men had come and gone from her life, and sure her heart had been shattered at the time, but when it comes to Eric, she simply couldn't allow something like losing him to happen at any cost. It was simply not an option she wanted to have and something told her, that Eric felt the same way about her.
She often caught him staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking and sometimes she would continue to pretend and not let him know that she caught him staring, and other times she would look his way and her heart would stop beating for a second at what she could see in his eyes. He loved her, she knew he did, but nothing could replace the first time he had said the words to her. She had been shocked, not expecting him to blurt those famous three words out, but he had been holding them inside for way too long, for the words to remain a secret. Tears of happiness had streamed down her cheeks and she had chuckled with relief, with appreciation and then had kissed him hard on his lips, and they had made love again. It had been slow and special, full of love and passion, and Calleigh knew she would never forget that moment because they had both made sure of that. It was all in the way that he looked at her, kissed her, touch her, hold her. He showed her so many times how much he loved her, and Calleigh had eventually realized that she felt the same way. He doesn't know yet, or maybe he does, but she hadn't told him yet. Words didn't come easy for her, not like Eric. He was an open book and Calleigh wasn't, but she promised that she would work on communication for the sake of their new growing relationship. She knew that she did open up about things sometimes with him. Eric was the only person she actually confided in sometimes. He had the ability to make her feel comfortable, to trust him. There was just something in the way he would assure her that everything was going to be alright, in the way that he would care and listen, really listen to what she is saying or how she was struggling and genuinely cared about her and always went out of his way to be there for her, no matter how late or early it was. One thing that always amazed her was how he had always managed to put his feelings aside and just focused on her and the situation she was in. Not once did he try to take advantage of how vulnerable she was. The amount of strength and support she withdrew from him amazed her in times when life had been a bitch, like when Hagen had shot himself in front of her. He had been with her all day, he had helped her finding out what type of gun it was that the person held to her head, been by her side when he found out that Hagen had committed suicide in her lab and then had he had come over to her place and stayed with her. Just held her when she didn't feel like talking, held her closer when she needed to cry and then spent the night on her couch just in case she needed him during the night. She did. She had woken up screaming in the middle of the night and he had ran inside her bedroom, climbed on her bed and rocked her, showering her head with kisses as she cried her loss. She had asked him to hold her through the night and he did and when the morning came and Calleigh needed to pretend that she was fine, and that yesterday was in the past and was ready to move on, he had let her. Kept an eye on her but let her.
Just like when she had been kidnapped. He had admitted that he had been scared, that he didn't know what he would have done if something happened to her. He had needed to stay with her to make sure she was okay, to be there for her. He needed to stay with her just because he needed it as well and Calleigh had understood because she knew that if the situation had been the other way around, she would have wanted to be there for him, and now here they were, happily together and Calleigh's eyes were still on him, admiring him, his frame, how gorgeous he looked in that grey dress pants and off-white jersey. How she longed to run her hand up his chest, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss those lips, feel his arms slide around her, his long fingers vanishing in her hair, how she loved it when he does it as he deepens the kiss.
Then the person he had been talking to left, and Eric caught sight of her staring at him and Calleigh smiled at him that smile of fresh new love, pushing her hair behind her ear and Eric beamed at her, his heart pounding savagely in his chest. It happens every time he so much as look at her. He was about to walk towards her when his phone rang so he stopped and pulled it out and answered and instead of walking towards her, he needed to make his way towards the elevator but before he made sure to look in her eyes, whisper those famous three words, winked at her making her smile even brighter and then went on his way.