EPOV

Where was she? I checked my watch and sighed. She was over two hours late. I mean, this was our two year anniversary! I was planning on proposing to her tonight because I was sure she was the one. I had my grandmother's ring, I had booked her favorite restaurant, I had bought her a bouquet of tulips...everything. Just for her. Yet, she is nowhere to be found. I tried calling her several times, but she didn't answer. I couldn't help but begin to worry. What if something had happened to her? What if she was out there somewhere all alone and I was sitting here doing nothing? No. I will not panic. She probably got caught up with something and forgot to call. I'll just wait it out.

I sat waiting for another half an hour before my phone began to ring. The Caller ID read 'Calleigh' so I picked it up on the first ring.

"Eric."

"Cal! Baby, where are you? I've been trying to reach you all night. Did you forget about dinner? It's our an-"

"No, I didn't forget," she said, her voice shaking a bit. It sounded like she'd been crying and was about to start shedding tears all over again.

"Calleigh? What's going on?"

"Nothing. Look, I-I can't be with you anymore. I don't love you like I used to."

I tightened my jaw and clenched the engagement ring tightly in my hand. "W-baby, what are you saying?"

"I want to break up."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you why! We just can't be together," she replied, her voice trembling even more now.

"I don't understand. What changed? Did I do something wrong? If I did, I am so sorry for hurting you. Just please. Tell me how we can work it out."

"We can't. I just don't love you anymore," she whispered,"I can't be with you."

"Calleigh..."

"No! It's over. I'll be over to pick up my things tonight."

"Ba-" she hung up the phone. I slowly shut my phone and stared at the table. It's over. But just this morning she was smiling and laughing with me. Now, she doesn't want anything to do with me? I couldn't even wrap my mind around the idea that she was leaving me, especially on our anniversary. I was so in love with her...what happened? I tried sifting through all the things I'd said and done the past few days to find anything that could have set her off. But everything I did just showed my love for her. So why the sudden change? I didn't know, but I was sure as hell going to find out.

-At the house-

I was halfway asleep on the couch when I heard the door slowly click open. I opened my eyes and sat up. "Calleigh," I whispered as she came in and flicked on the light.

"I'm just here to pick up my stuff." Her voice was cold, but her eyes were full of emotion. They were red and swollen, as if she'd been crying. When she noticed I was studying her, she turned her face away and walked towards our bedroom.

"Wait a minute," I said, jumping up from the couch and following her,"Let's just talk."

"We can't."

"Why not?" I took her hand gently. "I want to know why you're leaving me." And if I can convince you to stay.

She looked so empty as she turned around to look at me. She looked heartbroken and sad, but she still yanked her hand away from me. "I already told you. I don't love you anymore." She turned back around and walked into the bedroom.

"Please just tell what I did wrong. I love you, Cal. I want us to work this out." She didn't stop moving this time. She just pulled out her suitcase from underneath the bed and began to fill it.

"We-we can't work this out. I just...I've found someone else!"

I froze. Someone else? There's a someone else? This man has some nerve to come and take my girlfriend away from me. I should go show him who he's dealing with..."Who is it?"

"No one you need to know," she continued to fill up that bag with all her belongings.

"Yes I need to know! I fell in love with you and I deserve to know who is taking you away from me."

"You don't, okay? Just forget that we even had any relationship. I don't want you in my life anymore." She zipped up that suitcase and pulled out another one from the closet.

I didn't even know what to say to her. Whatever I said just made her turn more away from me. "Baby, STOP. Just stop moving for a second. I just want to talk to you." She stopped packing and turned to look at me.

"What do you want to talk about? There is nothing to talk about. You can't stop me from leaving."

"Look." I pulled out her ring from my back pocket and opened the box. "This was my grandmother's ring. Now I want it to be yours. I was planning on proposing to you tonight, but you don't want to be with me. But it's yours now. Take it."

She stared at it with a pained expression on her face. She bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. "No," she said turning back towards her suitcase,"I can't."

"Please. It's not like I'll ever give it to anyone else. You're the only one I've ever loved."

She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. "Save it for your next girlfriend. I don't-I don't want it." She continued to fill up that suitcase, quickening her pace.

I sighed. She wasn't going to take it from me. When she turned back towards the closet to get more things, I slipped it underneath the clothes in her suitcase. At least if she found it while she unpacking, she would have it. "What about CSI?"

"I'm leaving Miami."

"What? Why?"

"My new boyfriend,"my jaw tightened,"lives in Oregon. I'm going to go live with him."

"When did you meet him? For all you know, he could be some crazy, psycho-"

"I met him awhile ago. We've been dating for two months."

That struck a nerve. Two months? TWO MONTHS? God, have I really been that oblivious? Although, you really can't blame me. When did she even have the time to two-time with him? Well then again, I was a business attorney so I was always away on business trips. Wow. I guess I just wasn't good enough for her.

She finished packing all of her stuff and began dragging her two large suitcases down the hall. I followed her out and took the heavier suitcase from her. If she was going to leave, I was going to spend as much time as I could with her. "Let me help." I rolled her bag to the door, out onto the walkway, and to her car. Or at least someone's car. There was a sleek, black BMW parked in our...my driveway.

"Excuse me." She pushed past me and opened the trunk. She put the bag she was holding in first before I lifted the other one in. She shut the trunk and walked around to the driver side door. Just as she was about to put her key in the lock, I grabbed her waist, spun her around, and gently pushed her against the car.

I leaned up against her and kissed her neck slowly, causing her to gasp. "There is no way...I'm letting you go...without a fight," I whispered against her neck between kisses. I pulled back from her neck and kissed her lips softly. Well, It started off softly, but it became passionate. And the best part was that she was kissing me back. But then, just like everything else good in my life, it ended.

She turned her head away from me and pushed me away from her. "Don't. We're done." She turned around and got into her car. She started it up and rolled down the window. "Don't call. Don't text. Don't try to find me. You'll never see or hear from me again.' And with that she rolled up the window and sped away.

I followed the car with my eyes until I couldn't see it anymore. "She's gone," I whispered to myself. She's really gone. I head back inside and shut the door quietly behind me.

CPOV

As soon as I reached the end of the block, the tears started to fall. My kidnapper crawled out of the back and into the passenger side seat. "Well done, beautiful." He stroked my cheek gently and planted a kiss in my hair. I wanted to throw up.

"Why are you doing this to me?," I asked.

"Because I love you. And we will be together forever, no matter what."

Those words made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Why me? Why was this dangerous man in love with me? I couldn't even bring myself to think about it. This man...This wild man, was going to consume my life. Eric was never going to see me again. He threatened to torture him to death and then kill him if I didn't come with him. The worst part was how I treated Eric. The look on Eric's face made my heart break, especially when I pushed him away before I got in the car. He looked like I'd just taken away everything he loved. Plus, he wanted to marry me. That crushed me. I wish I would have taken that ring, just to have a part of him with me. At least I got to kiss him once last time. If I couldn't have him, I would still have that kiss. "If you love me so much, why are ruining my life," I asked. We had pulled over to decide where to drive next.

He looked away from his map, turned towards me and kissed the corner of my lips. "We love each other, sweetheart. That's why we're getting married soon, remember? After we're married, you'll be free to do whatever you want. Just as long as you don't try and contact your ex-boyfriend again. I don't handle jealousy well." He smiled. That means 'I don't want to have to kill him.'

"M...hmm."

He stroked my cheek again. "Tell me that you love me."

"I..." Remember this is for Eric. "I love you."

"Good." He leaned in and kissed me forcefully on the lips. I felt so disgusted; I wouldn't be able to face Eric again even if I saw him. "Just wait until I make you mine," he said trailing kisses down my neck. Oh god. I need to find a way out of this. Now.

EPOV

Something didn't feel right. Why was Calleigh crying if she didn't love me and wanted to leave me? It seemed like she didn't want to, but that she had to for some reason. Maybe she did still love me in some way, even if she loved that other man more. I mean, she did kiss me back. UUUUUGH! I can't take this! Every time I think about her, my heart feels like it's being ripped to pieces. She is the best thing that ever happened to me, and now she's gone. She just up and left without even giving me time to process the whole situation. And what was up with that BMW? She didn't even like those types of flashy cars. This new man of hers sure doesn't know much about her.

Plus she hates Oregon! Why would she move to Oregon just to be with him? She hated leaving the south. Why would she change herself to be with him? Was she deliberately doing this just to get away from me? Nothing fits! Something's wrong. I need to find her. But how can I? Think Delko, think...Wait! The license plate! I remember the plate... That wasn't her plate so it must be his. I got up from the couch and wrote down the plate number. I'll find you, Calleigh. I'll find you.

CPOV

"We're going to continue until we get there," he whispered in my ear. He ran a hand in circles on my back. Oh I hope Eric doesn't come looking for me. As much as I loved him and missed him, I didn't want him to die trying to find me. My kidnapper warned me about anyone trying to find me. He made me call everyone I knew and tell them I was moving to Arizona. I kind of let it slip to Eric that we were going to Oregon but I hope he forgot that small detail. I hope he doesn't ever find me and moves on without me because I wouldn't be able to handle it if Eric suffered because of me.

"Please let's stop. I'm really tired... Let's just take a rest." I need time to stall. Maybe if I thought of a plan before we reached Oregon, I could get out of this situation.

"Alright. Pull over here." We pulled over onto the side of the highway and turned off the car. I shut my eyes and rested my head on the back of my seat. Although I really didn't trust this guy at all, it was 2 in the morning and I was exhausted. I heard his seat beat unbuckle and then mine unbuckle. Once again, I was too tired to care. It felt more comfortable anyway.

He started to plant kisses on my hand and slowly work his way upward up to my shoulder. What the hell was he doing? He stopped at my collarbone and pulled the strap of my shirt down. I opened one eye. "What are you doing?" I tried to lift my hands up to stop him, but her pinned them down at my sides. Oh my god. What is happening? He pulled the other strap down and continued to kiss up my neck until he reached my lips. I began to squirm, but his tight grasp held me still. I fought the urge to scream or cry because that would only make him angry. "When I said rest, I meant sleep. Why don't you drive while I sleep?" I don't care what he did as long as he got away from me.

He pulled back and smiled. "Of course, then later, when you're feeling less tired, we can continue where we left off." I climbed into his seat while he climbed into mine. He started up the car and began to drive. "Have a nice sleep, my love. We'll be by the jet in the morning."

"The jet?"

"My private jet. It seems as though you don't know anything about me but I know everything about you. Since we will be getting married, you should know what the rest of your life will be like."

"Uh...huh"

"I am Michael Vellicini." That sounds like a magician's name. "I was born in Italy, but my parents moved here and got mixed up in the mafia while I was still a baby. Through years and years of illegal doings, my father became the mafia boss after the old one died. After my father died, I became the boss. Now anything I want, I get. No questions asked. The same goes for you, my love. Anything you want, you get. But if I find out that you are trying to contact anyone without my consent, there will be consequences. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

-The next morning-

EPOV

Nothing. I had nothing. When I checked the plates, the search came up cold. The plates were registered to a deceased woman in Maine. I was never going to find her. Ever. I had nothing to go on except what she told me, which wasn't much. She was gone. She was gone forever.