A/N, I: It's been a while since I updated this fic and I'm sorry for that. Hope you'll enjoy this regardless. My beta-reader is no-where to be found so all mistakes are mine for the moment. :)

A/N, II: Oh, and as I was too lazy to review under my account name, I've sent you my insights anonymoulsy under Nora73. Those who disabled anonymous reviews; I loved your stories nonetheless!

A ray of sunlight radiated through the blinds when Calleigh woke up the next morning. Her long feet were tucked under Eric's who was still soundly asleep. One of his hands had made its way under her tank top; the other functioned as a pillow. Slowly, she turned around, letting her eyes briefly fall on the clock to assure herself that they had time left for a little cuddling.

Her thoughts strayed back to last night. Shortly before midnight, Valera had decided to hit the sack and, gentleman that he was, Eric had brought her home. In less than an hour he was back, loosing his clothes as he made his way under the covers of Calleigh's bed. And in the end, it really got to be a long evening.

"What are you chuckling at?"

"Nothing."

"Then do it a bit quieter; someone's trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep."

Calleigh propped up on one of her hands and observed him dozing off again. She could not believe what had happened within the last two days. Could it be that it all was really that easy? She leaned down and kissed him softly on the forehead before crawling out of bed. The arm weighing her down slackened and curled around her pillow.

Calleigh freshened up and headed towards the kitchen to make herself some coffee. Ten minutes later Eric followed suit.

"Hey, you up already?"

"As you decided to leave me alone."

Calleigh smiled at him and motioned to the coffee behind her; somehow this had become a ritual of theirs. "You know, I have been thinking."

He looked at her expectantly while grabbing a cup from the sink.

"If Ms Eondt takes the visitors' names, maybe she has access to their fingerprints too. After all, they do cross territorial waters."

"Mh, could be."

"I'll call her when we've turned in. Maybe those guys from the tanker were connected to the victim."

"Mh." Eric squished down beside her and hugged his coffee. One of her arms sneaked up on his back and slowly caressed the hair on his neck.

"Want me to drive?"

A slight nod was all the answer she got. His eyelids had closed upon her caress and his shoulders had relaxed, head carefully placed on the hands that lay on the table. Calleigh moved closer and some of her hair brushed over his arms. Though his eyes were still closed, he turned towards her, knowing exactly where she was headed even before her lips met his. They had never kissed so slow and sensual before and when it eventually ended both felt the lump that had formed in their throats. Eric's hands rested on her hips and he took a deep breath before he could separate himself from her.

9 a.m. CSI laboratory

Calleigh entered his office without knocking; the clapping of her heels announced her nonetheless. "Guess what."

He chuckled and turned around. "What?" He truly loved her enthusiasm.

"The copies Ms Eondt faxed me indicated that the prints you've found were indeed those of two of the Traiton's crew members."

"Whoa. Does that mean –" both of their pagers went off simultaneously.

"It's Alexx; let's go."

They found her soon enough in one of the autopsy rooms and enquired after the results she had.

"Yes, now what I found were traces of fungal spores; and her DNA is a match. She was his mistress and, what's all the more interesting, she's a drug addict."

Calleigh raised her brow and turned to Eric. "And as we found cocaine underneath his fingernails –"

Eric nodded. "– it'll be all the more interesting what Ms Eondt has to tell."

Alexx rolled her eyes at the two and thought about how pathetic they really were. She had never seen two colleagues so hopelessly in love with each other without having even the slightest clue as to it. It really made her wish she could just force them to admit their feelings and get over and done with it.

1:13 p.m. CSI investigation rooms

"Ms Eondt, we've called you hither because we now have the evidence to prove that you were, in fact, Mr Hondras's mistress. Care to explain?"

Ms Eondt stared Eric down but, this time, he would not let loose. "We're waiting."

"Alright, alright." The woman murmured. "But can this please stay between us?"

Calleigh checked with Eric before replying, "We'll see what we can do."

The woman nodded and continued, "Yes, I've slept with Stephen. I'm not proud of it," her voice caught, "I only did it …"

"Because of the drugs?" Eric offered when she ended the eye-contact.

"What drugs?" Ms Eondt's head snatched up and the icy look was back.

"Cocaine. You're test-results were positive."

Disbelief turned to anger and she leaned back, shaking her head.

Calleigh tried to bolster her, "Ms Eondt, we've found your prints, the cocaine, and, without wanting to sound trite, it would be better for you if you talked to us."

A long silence ensued, yet finally she looked up again and said, "It wasn't me. I didn't kill Stephen."

"Give us something we can work on and we'll prove your innocence."

She pressed her lips together and exhaled deeply, "You don't know this from me." Leaning forward she added, "Stephen gave me the drugs; it was his way of returning my "favours". That's why I slept with him."

"He was your drug dealer?" Eric enquired.

"If you want to call him that; yes, he was."

"Do you know where he had the drugs from?"

"From the Traiton. I don't know how – or for that matter, why – he had anything to do with the tanker's crew members, but one day when I did a background check on them, Stephen told me to leave it be." "I remember his look and it frightened me. I know he wouldn't have hurt me, but I know a warning when I see it."

Calleigh and Eric glanced at each other. "Thank you, Ms Eondt," the latter replied finally. "We'll investigate further into the matter." "You're not allowed to leave the country though; you're still the closest connection we've got." At his nod, a police officer fetched the woman and guided her outside.

Eric turned to Calleigh and scratched at his forehead.

"All clues point towards the Traiton," Calleigh stated matter-of-factly.

"Now, please don't tell me we have to go to this stupid platform once again."

"I'm sure I can figure something out."

"Great; I know why I keep you around."

Calleigh winked at him before she left the room made of glass. Someone still owed her a favour and if everything turned out right, they could be arresting the murderer tomorrow.

A/N: So, what do you think? Oh, and if there are any wishes for the end, tell me, for it's near. :)