He found her in her ballistics lab, going over a 9mm Glock, taking it apart so she could assess what had made it top firing.
She hadn't seen him; her eyes focused on the weapon in front of her, though he knew that she could take it apart and put it back together with her eyes closed. So he just stood and watched her work. After 10 minutes, he was sure that she knew he was there, but this was Calleigh, she was playing with him, knowing that is she pretended not to see him he would just come into the lab.
In the end, he gave into her game and went over to her, leaning against the desk, standing close so that she would be forced to look up at him.
"I win." She said quietly, laying down the reassembled Glock in front of her. He ginned, as she looked at him side on, a smile spreading across her lips.
"Only this round." He replied, allowing his arm to snake around her waist drawing her close to him. She rested her head against his chest, letting out a contented sigh. No one else was in the lab apart from them, giving them some privacy.
"How was the doctor's?" she asked, looking up at him again, into his dark eyes as he looked down at her. He just shrugged, sinking into a chair, pulling her onto his lap so that their eye lines were closer together.
"It went okay. I'll live." He grinned at her, leaning up ever so slightly to gently kiss her.
She kissed him back, just as gently. "That's always good to hear."
Slowly, his hand started to snake it's way under her shirt, caressing her pale, creamy white skin. She didn't care that he was a different colour to her that he was of Cuban-Russian descent; unlike some people in Miami. She loved him because he was himself, and he was lucky to have her.
"Eric, we're in the lab." His hand moved a few inches down, but still stroked her skin in small circles, making her shiver every now and then.
He didn't really care if anyone saw them. Pretty much the whole lab knew about them, and they kept very discreet about it, but as the old adage went – when the cats away, the mice will play.
Besides, Calleigh's hand quietly making it's own way under his shirt and down his trouser line.
"We're in the lab." He reminded her, resting his forehead against hers, noses touching, lips inches apart and yet felt so close.
"Well, I don't hear you complaining Mr. Delko." She whispered back, closing he small space between their lips, allowing him entrance to her mouth. He responded by bringing his other arm around her waist, drawing her close to him, so he could feel her heart beat against his chest.
"Of course you won't Mrs. Delko." He said, when they broke apart for air. Se laughed slightly, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of him next to her.
Ryan Wolfe coughed loudly, causing them to look around at him, blushing rising on their faces when they realized they had been caught. He just grinned at them like a mischievous schoolboy.
"I hate to break up this little love party, but H wants to see your results on the revolver he brought in earlier."
Calleigh nodded, getting off Eric's lap and going over to where she kept all her reports, finding the one Ryan was talking about. She handed it to him, trying to keep the blush out of her cheeks as he took it, smiling at her before walking away. Calleigh let out a breath, turning to her husband who was laughing slightly. She couldn't help but smile as well. That would teach Ryan to walk in on the ballistics lab after just seeing Eric walk in.
"Where were we?" Eric asked, wrapping his arms around her once again. Calleigh smiled, just happy to be with him.
Work could wait for just a few more minutes.