Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing fanfiction...a plot bunny decided to take up residence in my brain after watching "Smoke Gets In Your CSIs." A look inside Eric's mind during the hospital room scene.
Special thanks goes to Joe for being my beta, this wouldn't have been possible without you. All recognizable characters belong to CBS and the lovely producers, I'm bored and playing with their toys for a little bit.
"I can't imagine living my life without you."
Eric looked down at the hospital bed, and back up at Calleigh with a weak smile. It had occurred to him, in some of his daydreams, that Calleigh was an angel, and her laying there was no exception. "Even angels have to be pulled down to earth," he thought to himself.
He wasn't sure what he would do without her. And that scared the hell out of him. Uncertainty was a factor in their lives, one day, you're alive, the next, you're in a hospital room with a bullet in your brain...or, you're on the autopsy table because of a jammed gun that you forgot to clean. Through it all, Calleigh had stood by his side, trusting him implicitly, even over as something as simple as her fear of ants. He needed her. It was as simple as that. She was his right girl. He bit back tears as he continued to look at her.
"You've got to pull yourself together, Eric," a faint voice from somewhere in the back of his mind scolded him. "You can't keep playing the pessimist. You've been tiptoeing around your feelings for me for so long that I'm not sure I can take it any longer."
Eric arched an eyebrow when he realized that the voice was speaking in the first person, with that distinctive southern drawl he loved so much. "Calleigh?"
The voice let out a low laugh. "Oh, Eric." He swore to himself, that if the voice had a body attached to it, it would have flipped long blonde hair over its shoulder at that moment. "You know how I --"
His phone chose to ring right then, snapping him out of his reverie. Looking forlornly at the hospital bed, her eyes still closed, he took the call.