This idea popped into my head this morning. After all the spoilers and scrutinizing at the csifiles message boards about this episode, I have an idea of how it's supposed to go down. Keep in mind this is my opinion based on spoilers, so some things might not come true in the real episode. My title came from 'First Time' by Lifehouse, the song fits the story.

First Time

And she waited. After all the long hours in the day she just wanted to see his face. She imagined it as bright as when she met inside. he was so grateful for the delicious Cuban sandwich loved so much.

Now she waited - in the calm Miami breeze, blowing freely through her loose hair. The evening sun, blocked by the huge building, shone its deep orange rays all about, preparing the nature for night.

She jumped and jittered hearing the sound of the metal bars screech open. Her eyes payed expensive attention to the entrance, hoping someone would exit. A guard came into sight and she dropped her head in hopelessness. But then he was followed by more footsteps. Calleigh looked up in amazement. She watched him carefully as he stepped onto the dirt road, just as handsome as he went in. He wore a dark grey buttoned shirt and baggy black pants. His expression was niether overwhelmed nor melancholy but subtle. In turn he watched her, she too was niether overwhelmed nor sad, but that was just her expression.

Eric stood before her. Her eyes shined in what was left of the sun as she gazed up at him. They held tears like a well.

"You're crying," he said first.

"No," she tried to hide her tearfilled voice. Immediately she looked down and wiped her eyes out. Obviously she was and she knew caught her. She eventually faced him with a slightly pink hue. "You were detained, in a detention center, criminals could've killed you in there." He observed her worried face and rubbed her side gently with a reassuring hand.

"But I wasn't, so you don't have to worry," he replied softly. Eric began walking, she turned around and followed too. His hand fell from her back to hers and held it. They walked quietly to the hummer in the distance.

On their was Calleigh's mood seemed to lift. Having his protective hand over hers was all she needed to feel safe and loved.

"You know," she began in her usually cheerful tone, "if they were going to deport you, I'd consider marring you." Eric's eyebrows raised high. His body flushed with warmth and he smiled. He gazed down at her own bright smile, "Not if I found someone in there first." She gasped and blushed facing the dirt on the ground. Eric laughed at her and she knocked her body against his playfully.

As she came up to the driver's seat about to get in. His large fingers still enclosed hers.

"Calleigh," she faced him, "I'm glad you came."

"Well, who else did you expect to come?" she teased. A moment of silence passed then she realized he wasn't joking.

"No one... I wanted you," he admitted. Calleigh's stare froze on his sincere face. This meant so much to her, he didn't know how wonderful he made her feel inside. The more he expressed himself to her, the more she fell into his love - their love.

She untangled her fingers from his and stretched her arms round him. He light head rested upon his firm chest and her hands brought her body closer to his. His hands wrapped around her small body resting on the sink of her back. Calleigh's eyes closed momentarily as she snuggled into his embrace. Eric pressed his cheek softly to her caressing hair.

For quite a some time they hugged, until Eric drew her from him. He held her by the back and stared at her calmness and comfort in his arms.

"Calleigh, I love you." Suddenly the bomb dropped on her. She froze: her eyes fixed on his and gained water again, her heart growing in her chest, and her breaths shortened, almost stopping. His expression, his voice and his body were sincere.

In a matter of seconds he leaned down and laid his lips on hers. One, simple, heart racking kiss sent her over the edge. They stood stationary for a while, with their mouths locked, then continued in harmony. Somehow Calleigh's palms came grabbing the sides of his face and pulled him into her. It was no longer him kissing, she too joined in the pleasure. Soon their bodies tensed against each other. Eric's arms tightened around her waist. Their heads moved from side to side gaining more entry than before. They were one. They engulfed one another under the setting sun.

She waited no longer.