A mosaic, tiny tiny pieces of colored glass, or in this story. A Memory Mosaic. Tiny tiny pieces of memories spread out and, just like a puzzle, trying to be put back togather.

So my story begins sunny day, hot, dark, gray.(chapter title)


She can't seem to remember, was it nice out or was it a bad yucky day in Miami? Was it hot or cold out? Was there light, or was it all dark, and gray? Oh how she wished she could remember.

Sitting on the couch, racking her brain just to remember, to hold on, to grasp the day and relive it. But she couldn't, she just couldn't grasp it. She'd reach but catch nothing, just air, just emptiness, and with emptiness came sorrow, with sorrow came pain, with pain came hurt, and with hurt came tears. That's what her life was now, it was empty: like the bottom of a well that's run dry during a drought. Needed but empty; it held so much saddness.

Yup she was alone once again, another lonely night for her. She'd eat, read her reports for today, brush her teeth, and go to bed. No happiness, no excitement, no laughter, no joy. Just plain old sadness. Her colleagues haven't heard her laugh forever; they miss the bright, sunny, happy friend they once knew. But now they see a substitute for her, the exact opposite. An unhappy, unjoyful, person.

Why do bad things happen to her, why does she live a life of pain. WHY? Well that could be answered by one question, but she doesn't want to find it...wait hell yes she does. It's her life, and she wants to know why she's always rolling the snake eyes on the die.

That danged phone kept ringing, kept singing it's same old song. Oh why did she have to answer it, couldn't she let it be and let it ring and forget about it. Nope no such luck, her job was the only thing that kept her living, but it was also the thing that caused her the pain that formed itself into her life and her heart, thus making her emotions how they are now: mixed up, confused, combogled, crazy...wacky. That was the word for it; wacky. Everything was just fricken wacky nowadays.

She just had to pick up the phone, "Duquesne."

"Calleigh we have a problem, Eric's missing." Horatio raked his hand through his head of red hair: even through the phone he could see and feel how and when her face dropped from the horrid news.

"Uhn okay, I'll meet you at the crime lab." She said in a fast attempt to hang up.

"No I'm sending Alexx over to drive you here, there is a massive storm already here in Miami, Calleigh, and I will not have you getting hurt or lost while driving." Horatio argued.

"Fine, I'll be there whenever she gets here + 10, 15 minutes." This time she gave no thought as to how to hang up on her boss, she just hung up the reciever and got changed into her work clothes.

"Hey Alexx, let's go." Calleigh walked to the door but was stopped when Alexx put her hand on Calleigh' shoulder, and held her back.

"Oh no we don't, its horrible out there. There is no way we could get more than 500 feet from your driveway.We are going to have to stay whether you like it or not." Alexx said, and locked Calleigh's front door.

"Well what are we going to do?" Calleigh stated and no more than 50 seconds later she got her answer.

"Hey H, yeah there is no way we are getting out of my driveway its so bad." Calleigh answered a little annoyed.

"Fine uhm, I'm at the lab." Horatio stumbled backwards as people rushed past him. "Calleigh I have to go." He said hurriedly, and hung up without a good bye from her.

No more than 15 minutes after that a knocking came on her front door.

"CALLEIGH OPEN THE DOOR, CALLEIGH! IT'S ME NAT, PLEASE OPEN THE GOD-DAMN DOOR." Natalia screamed.

"Nat, oh my gosh; sorry. Are you okay?" Calleigh got out an exrta blancket.

"I'm fine; its horrible out there." She stated and shivered. Then it went black (for everyone).

"Ah, what happened?" Nat screamed in the dark.

"Calleigh?" Alexx couldn't see a dang thing.

"I'm right here, Nat the power went out; Alexx help me find some candles." Calleigh moved around trying to remember where she was standing and where the coffee table was.

"Ouch!" Calleigh yelped.

"You okay baby girl?" Alexx saw the out line of her face.

"I'm fine, just banged my knee." She reasured.

"Okay, where do you keep the matches, and candles?" Alexx sighed, this would be a long night.

no reply

"Calleigh?" Natalia got up from the couch.

"CALLEIGH?" Alexx yelled.

"Damn-it Calleigh knock it off, where the hell are you?" Natalia yelled, still no reply.

Where's Calleigh? What happened? I need at least ONE review to continue people, or i'll think i'm only writing it for myself...and i dont like thaty very much...please read and leave a review if u want more, if not at least tell me what ya thought.

part 2.(still no reviews peeps) that makes me sad

Fighting For My Life, Alone(Calleigh's POV)

God, where'd everyone go? "Alexx, Natalia?" Hmh that's weird, no reply.


"Hello Blondie, you know, for Miami's best shot you didn't put up much a fight, and your friends; well they didnt even notice someone had walked into your house and grabbed you." A man laughed. A low, but yet in the middle voice, kind of gravely.

"What do you want?" Really, that was the best I could come up with, "What do you want?" My God Calleigh.

"Simple, I want your boyfriend to suffer, by watching you die." The man laughed. Eric, oh my god they have Eric.

"Where is he?" Nice Duquesne, keep him talking.

"Oh I'm sorry I forgot about HIM." He turned around. "Bring him in." Oh my god Eric.

"This is your tough boyfriend, oh he looks tough doesnt he?" Yeah just keep laughing, as soon as I get out of these restraints I'm gonna kill you.

"CAL!" oh god, Eric looked like crap, he's got a huge gash above his eye, a split lip, and a black eye.

"ERIC!" God these restraints so suck, ow ow ow.

"Cal stop moving, you're only going to cut the cuffs deeper into your skin." He was probably right.

"Oh looking out for her, touching; really. But how will you feel when she's hurting and you can't do a danged thing about it?" Why is he coming closer, dear god, PLease don't. NO NO NOOO not this way.

part 3

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Eric yelled, and he began yanking on the chains they put on him.

"I'm sorry did you say something?" The man looked at Eric menising.

"Leave her alone." Eric gave him an ice cold, shooting daggers look.

"To bad there's nothing you can do about it if I do touch her, or hit her." The man laughed his evil laugh.

"Eric." Calleigh was crying; she knew what was about to happen.

"Calleigh you have to stay strong for me okay. I want you to be Calleigh Duquesne, not the Calleigh I see every night okay? I want you to be the Calleigh I see at work. I want you to be my bullet girl, okay?" Eric looked at her with softness in his eyes.

"Okay." She was so afraid but she had to remain strong.

"Oh you two are just so precious, too bad I have to take her away from you." He pulled out a gun.

BANG, a bullet's sound ripped through the air and hit Calleigh in the abdomen.

She screamed out in pain, fearing the life of her unborn child.

"CALLEIGH!" Eric yanked on the chains harder, it hurt but he didn't mind the pain, right now he just wanted to hold her and tell her it'd be alright (even though it really wasn't), he wanted to rock her in his arms.

"You son of a *****; I swear I'm gonna put a bullet in your brain." Eric yelled, and yanked harder on the chains.

"Release his restraints." The man told his acompliance.

"Okay Mr. Delko I'll be back in about 2 hours, you and your girlfriend talk kiss, do whatever you want." He laughed and left the room.

"Calleigh, Cal sweetheart; oh God are you okay?" He knew it was a stupid question, but he saw her blood pouring out and... he just didn't know what to say. He'd never seen her hurt before.

"Eric, I'm pregnant, it's just the baby. And god, why'd this have to happen?" Calleigh held her stomach, even though it was just a deep grazing. Oh gosh she hoped it missed the child or anything important.

part 4. When missing a person, call Horatio Caine.

"Calleigh, good God girl knock it off." Alexx yelled through the house, still looking for Calleigh.

"Alexx somthing's gotta be wrong, Calleigh would NOT just up and leave in the middle of a mongo bad storm. Something's wrong." Natalia told the older woman.

"Let's call H." Natalia suggested.

"H, she's missing, I have no idea where she is or why I think she's missing. But she's missing. No way Calleigh would leave during this storm,and if she were to, no way we wouldn't hear her." Alexx told him calmly, yet she was so afraid for her "little girl's" life.

"Fine we're on it, we'll be there to process the scene...I mean the house, in 15." Horatio hung up and yelled at himself for being stupid and too professional, if Calleigh really was missing, Alexx didn't need him calling Calleigh's house a crime scene.