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A/N 1: The plot bunnies are at it again, I blame A&E for running "All In" a week or so ago. That being said, no this isn't the follow up to Until Next Time . . . though that fic too will eventually make it here. This one, is a little twist on "All In", and what possibly could've happened had Cal actually been pregnant. Sound interesting? Then read on, it's gonna be a long one :)

*Once again, all spelling/grammar errors are my own.

Calleigh sighed, closing the front door behind Eric and locking it. Her hands, slightly shaking, drifted to her abdomen; sighing again she headed for her bathroom. Flicking on the lights, she shut the door and took a good long look at herself in the mirror. Her usually sparkling blonde hair was limp and greasy, her green eyes dark, almost hollow, her skin slightly moist and ashen.

"Hell," she cursed silently, her southern drawl stronger than usual.

Moving from where she stood at the sink, she turned on the tub's hot water and pulled the plug for the shower. Stripping, she stepped beneath the hot spray, allowing it to work at her tight muscles, knowing her usual option -a glass of red wine- was out. After shampooing her hair, she began to wash the day's grime from her body; wincing as the washcloth made contact with an already forming bruise. She inhaled sharply, feeling her body tense and closed her eyes –instantly being hit with a flashback.

****Flashback****

. . . . She felt his eyes on her as she picked up the end of the cigar butt, when she stood up her eyes were cold. The smirk he wore made her skin crawl, it was one she'd seen many times before, usually from an arrogant rapist -who thought he was still ten steps ahead.

"Tommy's out there runnin' errands, I thought that maybe me and you could waste a little time."

Her eyes hardened, her body shifting from robotic to defensive. Her voice was quiet -while still retaining an error of warning. "I'd rather die than have you touch me." She watched his smirk grow, her adrenaline already racing as he ignored her words. His hand barely made contact with her hair, her survival instinct overriding the cop in her and she shoved him away. In what seemed like a breath later, she found herself on the floor, crying out as his foot made contact with her side, her hands moving to her stomach, trying to block him from hitting any major organs –one in particular.

'Oh please God,' she prayed silently, tears already shining in her eyes.

Her green eyes focused on the gun he held to her face, "Last words, let's hear 'em. Huh?" He taunted.

'Please let me get outta this, please don't kill me,' She begged silently. The voice in her head catching at a third thought -the most important of all.

'Please don't kill my baby.'

She blinked, the rational side of her brain returning at that thought. 'No way in hell, am I giving this bastard the satisfaction. If I want to get outta this, I have to follow it through . . . get them to take me to the primary scene –let team know where I am.' She swallowed the lump in her throat, hating how her voice cracked, "I don't think you killed the poker player." . . . .

****End Flashback****

Calleigh felt her heartbeat speed up, her eyes shooting open as she braced herself on the shower wall; her breathing shallow as the moment of panic passed. The washcloth she'd been using slid from her grasp, the other hand turning off the water and she shakily stepped out of the tub. Reaching over to the towel rack, she grabbed a fluffy, pale yellow towel and wrapped it around her still damp body. Sighing, she pinned her wet hair back with both hands, then exited the bathroom and headed down the hall to her room.

Trading the towel for mossy green track suit, Calleigh tossed it into a hamper by her closet and climbed into her queen-sized bed. She sighed, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp, taking comfort in the cloak of darkness that surrounded her and shifted onto her back. The comforter bunched beneath her arms, her hands resting protectively over her abdomen, 'We'll be okay, I promise. I won't let anyone hurt you.' She vowed silently, her fingers drifting slowly over the skin where her child grew. "Though you're a fighter aren't you?" She stated aloud, adding. "It's in your DNA." A short while later, exhaustion caught up with her and she drifted off into a semi-restless sleep.

Calleigh groaned softly, the shrill ring of her landline penetrating her sleep, without opening her eyes she reached out and grabbed it.

"Hello?" she murmured sleepily. Her eyes shot open at the responding voice, sleep forgotten as she zeroed in on the clock across the room. The bright blue neon numbers glaring back her read 8:35AM. "Shit," she cursed softly. "Horatio, I'm so sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night . . .I'll be there in twenty minutes I swear." His response was a soft chuckle as she yanked the comforter off her legs.

"Calleigh, take the day. Take a few. You've been through a lot . . . you have more than enough time saved up. I was just calling to make sure you were alright."

She sighed answering, "Thank you. But honestly, I think I'd be better off coming in –I'd go stir crazy sittin' around here."

"Cal, take the time -for me. The lab can handle a few days without you . . .I'll make it an order if I have too." Horatio replied. Her lips curved into a soft smirk, immediately recognizing the familiar tone in his voice and knowing better than to argue.

"Okay Handsome, for you."

TBC . . .

A/N 2: So, there's chapter one. You guys know the drill . . . comments/reviews are my crack. So hit the button! ;)