Missing Pieces: Small Miracles Series [8/8] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Title: Missing Pieces (Small Miracles Series, Part 8/8)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie, mention of Don
Rating: PG-13 (adult situations, implied and otherwise)
Word Count: 2,347
Summary: He finally gets his answer…
Spoilers: reference to 3.04 The Mole.
Notes/Warnings: Concluding the baby!fic Small Miracles Series. When I wrote Part 7, I thought that was the end but Colby apparently needed more. So I wrote this to find out what happened the night Callie returned. This piece was inspired by rodlox who gave me the prompt Colby suddenly becomes engaged. *g* This piece was also inspired by this picture - because I wanted to know the story behind the jar of rocks on Colby’s desk. When canon won’t tell you, you make it up. That’s the beauty of fan fic. Oh, and it's Callie and Colby. It's schmoopy. There's nothing I can do about it. ;p
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
“Oh god,” he gasped and when he came, her name escaped his lips as it always had - just before she collapsed against him, trembling and spent. He closed his eyes as his name, carried on her voice, broke through the haze of pleasure he was in… his body still pulsing with hers, her breath mingling with his - quickened with the exertion.
He wanted to hold her… to have her completely wrapped up in his embrace, but there was no energy left in him to move. He could only smile satisfactorily, knowing she was experiencing the same having fallen against him, her full weight atop him. She was unable to move, unable to even slide herself away from him to ease the burden against his chest… though, if he’d been able to - he would have held her just where she was.
A gentle ocean breeze swept through an open window, cooling the sweat laden skin of the bodies completely exposed above the mangled sheets. Early morning sounds were carried on the wind, filtering into the room and dancing flawlessly together with the labored breaths of the tangled lovers as they tried to return to each other - so completely sated that neither felt the need to rush.
Colby was the first to move, though only slightly as he turned his head to the nightstand beside him. When his passion glazed eyes could focus and he saw the time on the clock, a gasp turned into a chuckle that shook Callie’s body, still fully against his chest.
“What is it?” she asked with a voice muffled by her lips pressing against his chest and her breath still coming in short bursts.
“I have to be at work in less than an hour,” he answered, finding enough strength to move his hand toward her… smoothing the sweaty tendrils of her beautiful red hair away from her face so that he could fully take in the love worn complexion of her skin.
A tiny sound of disapproval escaped her then as she moved into his touch, her eyes still closed as her body continued to tremble with the remnants of her magnificent orgasm. There was a moment of breath slowly calming before she finally managed to speak. “Call in sick,” she sighed, her body unmoving atop his.
He smiled again, managing strength enough to move his other arm so that his hand could hold her side as his elbow rested against the bed. Even a deaf man could hear the reluctance in his voice as he answered, “I have to go, baby. My team needs me.”
“I need you,” she breathed, finding strength enough to raise her head from his chest so that her eyes met his.
The simplicity of her words went straight to his heart as the softened expression in her beautiful green eyes melted his resistance. He had never been able to say no to her… not in fifteen years. He wouldn’t say no this time.
He offered her a sheepish smile when he saw the knowing grin that tugged at her lips as he eased his hand away from her hair, letting her rest once more against him before he reached for the phone on the night stand. Her body was finally starting to afford her more than involuntarily movements and as he dialed, he watched her settling comfortably against him - shifting her weight slightly so that she was no longer fully pressing him into the bed.
She nuzzled her body into his - searching for that perfect seam that had always existed between the two of them… finding it and settling against him just as his boss answered his call. He didn’t even have to lie to Don. Three words from his lips and Don remarked that Colby quote unquote “sounded like shit.” Colby prayed his boss couldn’t feel the smile that crossed his lips, knowing that his voice was hoarse from crying out in the throes of passion… his throat raw from a delicious night of love making with the woman now absently tracing shapes against his chest. She ran her fingertips gingerly over the scars she’d recently discovered and Colby tightened his hold on her, remembering the way her eyes had changed in the night when she’d first seen his battle wounds. He’d seen guilt and pain rise within her… and on a list of many, those were two emotions he never wanted to see behind those eyes that lit up his world.
He ached to return to her, knowing they still had so much to say to each other… so many questions each needed answered. There was relief across his face when Don gave him the ok and Colby barely made the promise to return to the office tomorrow before his phone was turned off and once more resting against the night stand. Instantly, his now free hand slipped under the arm that rested against his chest - sliding over her back and drawing her closer to him, letting her know he was hers… all hers and there would be no more interruptions.
He felt her smile against him as the two just lay there together… each lost in the thoughts afforded by the new freedom of relaxed and stable bodies. Last night, she’d come back to him and he’d nearly let her walk away again. He’d closed the door on her, angry and bitter from the words she’d given to him when she’d first seen him after a four year separation. But he’d not let her go. He ran after her and she stayed. The time had been early evening and once back inside his apartment, there were long moments of awkward silence before she finally spoke. And once the words started to freely leave her now kiss swollen lips - neither had been able to stop the questions and answers left between them.
He’d been right. For the past four years, she’d been a spy - working as a triple agent… first in Washington, DC and then in the Middle East. And she’d been a great spy - her personality so perfectly suited for the development of trust that every great spy needs. But he had been wrong about one thing… she wasn’t on an assignment here in LA, and when she saw him that day in the FBI office - she’d not denied him to maintain her cover. She’d been staring into the face of a man she thought was dead - killed by an RPG explosion with nothing more than ashes remaining. And what more could she have said to a dead man that day? Whoever she’d been working for had taken his near miss accident in Afghanistan and used it against him - creating a file, complete with pictures… leaving only a miniscule shadow of doubt that her Colbs - her missing pieces - was gone from her forever.
Even after she’d seen him that day in the FBI office, she’d not been able to access any information on him. Whoever she’d been working for had taken great pains to keep up the façade of Colby’s demise, strictly for her. It wasn’t until a friend in DCFS came across his name that she’d been able to find him and that same night, she’d shown up at his door.
His Cal had finally come home, he thought as he hugged her tightly to him. Now they could forever rid themselves of the years and miles between them - and they had with little more than a kiss. His first taste of her after their long separation had been all it took for the two to remember every thing that had been between them. That first taste had started the waves of memories cascading over them, bringing need and longing to the surface - buried underneath the years of pain that simply melted away… all with that first taste.
They’d made love… slow and sweet, long and hard… tasting, touching, remembering… memorizing each other as though it were the first time. They’d made love for hours… their loving lasting nearly as long as the time they’d spent talking. And only when neither could move, had they stopped… in that hour Colby should have been getting ready for work.
Now, he had the rest of the day to spend with her… the rest of the day to stay just as they were. The silence between them signaled there was no rush for anything more or anything less than her beside him, her arms and legs tangled with his own - remembering the many mornings they’d spent just like this.
He’d closed his eyes, feeling warmth rush through him as he fully realized that, in his arms right now, was all he’d ever wanted. His Cal. She’d come home. There was nothing more he could ask… save one thing.
He opened his eyes to look at her and before he could speak the words on his lips, he saw that her attention was focused on something to his right. He turned his head, following her gaze and then smiling broadly when his eyes found the same item currently holding her captivated.
“Is… is that… our…” she began and Colby knew she was having trouble finding words. Speechlessness was the only thing she’d never been good at, he smiled as he tightened his hold on her with one arm and reached to the night stand - easily lifting the large glass container with one hand to bring it to her. He groaned as her body… more specifically - her perfect and supple breasts, slid over his chest as she moved to take a closer look at the large jar he was now holding.
He watched her as her fingers timidly reached for the container, touching it now with reverence and biting her lip as was her habit when she was fighting back the tide of emotions that he knew waged inside her passionate soul. To any one else, the jar contained just dirt and sand… rocks and shells - haphazardly layered together. But for him… for her… the jar contained a memory from every piece of earth they had walked on together. She had the idea when she decided she’d be leaving Idaho to go to college on the east coast. The day she left, with his hand in hers - they had taken a hand full of the earth by the barn only they knew existed and placed it in this container. She’d taken it with her that day… and every moment after she and Colby shared - the two collected earth from the places they went together. Long walks on the beach, quiet strolls in the park, visits back to Idaho, trips to the west coast, Canada, Mexico… a small piece of every memory was contained inside that glass jar.
Before he left for Afghanistan, she’d given the jar to him… bidding him with tears in her eyes to remember her, to remember home, and to come back safely to her. He had kissed her long and hard before he boarded the plane, tucking the memories away - grateful to know that wherever the war took him, he’d have a small piece of home with him at all times.
After he’d lost her… desperate to find her, but doubtful of his hope - he’d taken a hand full of the desert sand and sealed the jar. Afghanistan had been the last place he and Cal had been together - though not physically. She’d always been in his heart, and he needed to remember the ground where that heart had last been complete.
Seeing her eyes now looking at him expectantly, her hand covering his over the lid of the jar… he smiled, “It’s ours, Cal. I’ve had it all these years - remembering home, remembering you, remembering us.”
He savored the way her lovely face softened, her eyes alive with that familiar glow of love he had never forgotten before he watched her sliding elegantly upward - moving until she could look directly into his eyes. She gazed adoringly at him for several long moments before the sweetest words escaped her lips.
“I love you, Colby Granger, “ she breathed and before he had time to savor the words he’d longed to hear since that day so many years ago - she lowered herself to him. Her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and sultry - conveying to him just how much this thoughtful gesture meant to her. She tasted him, long and deep… moving him well past breathlessness as he slid his hand up her back until he could wind his fingers in her hair - wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as he could stand before he felt her weaning herself away from him. Her lips barely left his, hovering over him as she rested her forehead against his… both needing air, as he looked up into her eyes. And there it was again… the only thing he could ever think to ask for now that she was his again.
“Cal?” he whispered, closing his eyes as she brushed her nose lovingly across him.
“Hmmm?” she hummed, her own eyes closing against the feel of his hand winding further into her hair.
“Can I ask you something? Something I should have asked you a long time ago…”
She nodded against him, her lips still hovering over his so that she could feel the words as they escaped his lips. He shifted his weight slightly beneath her, urging her to open her eyes… and as soon as she did, the words on his heart slipped from his mouth - carried on a voice that was full of love and a desire to never be without her again. “Will you marry me?”
He could feel her heart racing to match his own even as he watched a slow and delicious smile dance across her lips, spreading quickly into her eyes. “I honestly thought you’d never ask,” she breathed before she was once again tasting him… bidding him to open to her, asking without words to make love to her again - celebrating now this new journey they would make together… side by side, forever.
<< Love and Loss, Part 7
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie, mention of Don
Rating: PG-13 (adult situations, implied and otherwise)
Word Count: 2,347
Summary: He finally gets his answer…
Spoilers: reference to 3.04 The Mole.
Notes/Warnings: Concluding the baby!fic Small Miracles Series. When I wrote Part 7, I thought that was the end but Colby apparently needed more. So I wrote this to find out what happened the night Callie returned. This piece was inspired by rodlox who gave me the prompt Colby suddenly becomes engaged. *g* This piece was also inspired by this picture - because I wanted to know the story behind the jar of rocks on Colby’s desk. When canon won’t tell you, you make it up. That’s the beauty of fan fic. Oh, and it's Callie and Colby. It's schmoopy. There's nothing I can do about it. ;p
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
“Oh god,” he gasped and when he came, her name escaped his lips as it always had - just before she collapsed against him, trembling and spent. He closed his eyes as his name, carried on her voice, broke through the haze of pleasure he was in… his body still pulsing with hers, her breath mingling with his - quickened with the exertion.
He wanted to hold her… to have her completely wrapped up in his embrace, but there was no energy left in him to move. He could only smile satisfactorily, knowing she was experiencing the same having fallen against him, her full weight atop him. She was unable to move, unable to even slide herself away from him to ease the burden against his chest… though, if he’d been able to - he would have held her just where she was.
A gentle ocean breeze swept through an open window, cooling the sweat laden skin of the bodies completely exposed above the mangled sheets. Early morning sounds were carried on the wind, filtering into the room and dancing flawlessly together with the labored breaths of the tangled lovers as they tried to return to each other - so completely sated that neither felt the need to rush.
Colby was the first to move, though only slightly as he turned his head to the nightstand beside him. When his passion glazed eyes could focus and he saw the time on the clock, a gasp turned into a chuckle that shook Callie’s body, still fully against his chest.
“What is it?” she asked with a voice muffled by her lips pressing against his chest and her breath still coming in short bursts.
“I have to be at work in less than an hour,” he answered, finding enough strength to move his hand toward her… smoothing the sweaty tendrils of her beautiful red hair away from her face so that he could fully take in the love worn complexion of her skin.
A tiny sound of disapproval escaped her then as she moved into his touch, her eyes still closed as her body continued to tremble with the remnants of her magnificent orgasm. There was a moment of breath slowly calming before she finally managed to speak. “Call in sick,” she sighed, her body unmoving atop his.
He smiled again, managing strength enough to move his other arm so that his hand could hold her side as his elbow rested against the bed. Even a deaf man could hear the reluctance in his voice as he answered, “I have to go, baby. My team needs me.”
“I need you,” she breathed, finding strength enough to raise her head from his chest so that her eyes met his.
The simplicity of her words went straight to his heart as the softened expression in her beautiful green eyes melted his resistance. He had never been able to say no to her… not in fifteen years. He wouldn’t say no this time.
He offered her a sheepish smile when he saw the knowing grin that tugged at her lips as he eased his hand away from her hair, letting her rest once more against him before he reached for the phone on the night stand. Her body was finally starting to afford her more than involuntarily movements and as he dialed, he watched her settling comfortably against him - shifting her weight slightly so that she was no longer fully pressing him into the bed.
She nuzzled her body into his - searching for that perfect seam that had always existed between the two of them… finding it and settling against him just as his boss answered his call. He didn’t even have to lie to Don. Three words from his lips and Don remarked that Colby quote unquote “sounded like shit.” Colby prayed his boss couldn’t feel the smile that crossed his lips, knowing that his voice was hoarse from crying out in the throes of passion… his throat raw from a delicious night of love making with the woman now absently tracing shapes against his chest. She ran her fingertips gingerly over the scars she’d recently discovered and Colby tightened his hold on her, remembering the way her eyes had changed in the night when she’d first seen his battle wounds. He’d seen guilt and pain rise within her… and on a list of many, those were two emotions he never wanted to see behind those eyes that lit up his world.
He ached to return to her, knowing they still had so much to say to each other… so many questions each needed answered. There was relief across his face when Don gave him the ok and Colby barely made the promise to return to the office tomorrow before his phone was turned off and once more resting against the night stand. Instantly, his now free hand slipped under the arm that rested against his chest - sliding over her back and drawing her closer to him, letting her know he was hers… all hers and there would be no more interruptions.
He felt her smile against him as the two just lay there together… each lost in the thoughts afforded by the new freedom of relaxed and stable bodies. Last night, she’d come back to him and he’d nearly let her walk away again. He’d closed the door on her, angry and bitter from the words she’d given to him when she’d first seen him after a four year separation. But he’d not let her go. He ran after her and she stayed. The time had been early evening and once back inside his apartment, there were long moments of awkward silence before she finally spoke. And once the words started to freely leave her now kiss swollen lips - neither had been able to stop the questions and answers left between them.
He’d been right. For the past four years, she’d been a spy - working as a triple agent… first in Washington, DC and then in the Middle East. And she’d been a great spy - her personality so perfectly suited for the development of trust that every great spy needs. But he had been wrong about one thing… she wasn’t on an assignment here in LA, and when she saw him that day in the FBI office - she’d not denied him to maintain her cover. She’d been staring into the face of a man she thought was dead - killed by an RPG explosion with nothing more than ashes remaining. And what more could she have said to a dead man that day? Whoever she’d been working for had taken his near miss accident in Afghanistan and used it against him - creating a file, complete with pictures… leaving only a miniscule shadow of doubt that her Colbs - her missing pieces - was gone from her forever.
Even after she’d seen him that day in the FBI office, she’d not been able to access any information on him. Whoever she’d been working for had taken great pains to keep up the façade of Colby’s demise, strictly for her. It wasn’t until a friend in DCFS came across his name that she’d been able to find him and that same night, she’d shown up at his door.
His Cal had finally come home, he thought as he hugged her tightly to him. Now they could forever rid themselves of the years and miles between them - and they had with little more than a kiss. His first taste of her after their long separation had been all it took for the two to remember every thing that had been between them. That first taste had started the waves of memories cascading over them, bringing need and longing to the surface - buried underneath the years of pain that simply melted away… all with that first taste.
They’d made love… slow and sweet, long and hard… tasting, touching, remembering… memorizing each other as though it were the first time. They’d made love for hours… their loving lasting nearly as long as the time they’d spent talking. And only when neither could move, had they stopped… in that hour Colby should have been getting ready for work.
Now, he had the rest of the day to spend with her… the rest of the day to stay just as they were. The silence between them signaled there was no rush for anything more or anything less than her beside him, her arms and legs tangled with his own - remembering the many mornings they’d spent just like this.
He’d closed his eyes, feeling warmth rush through him as he fully realized that, in his arms right now, was all he’d ever wanted. His Cal. She’d come home. There was nothing more he could ask… save one thing.
He opened his eyes to look at her and before he could speak the words on his lips, he saw that her attention was focused on something to his right. He turned his head, following her gaze and then smiling broadly when his eyes found the same item currently holding her captivated.
“Is… is that… our…” she began and Colby knew she was having trouble finding words. Speechlessness was the only thing she’d never been good at, he smiled as he tightened his hold on her with one arm and reached to the night stand - easily lifting the large glass container with one hand to bring it to her. He groaned as her body… more specifically - her perfect and supple breasts, slid over his chest as she moved to take a closer look at the large jar he was now holding.
He watched her as her fingers timidly reached for the container, touching it now with reverence and biting her lip as was her habit when she was fighting back the tide of emotions that he knew waged inside her passionate soul. To any one else, the jar contained just dirt and sand… rocks and shells - haphazardly layered together. But for him… for her… the jar contained a memory from every piece of earth they had walked on together. She had the idea when she decided she’d be leaving Idaho to go to college on the east coast. The day she left, with his hand in hers - they had taken a hand full of the earth by the barn only they knew existed and placed it in this container. She’d taken it with her that day… and every moment after she and Colby shared - the two collected earth from the places they went together. Long walks on the beach, quiet strolls in the park, visits back to Idaho, trips to the west coast, Canada, Mexico… a small piece of every memory was contained inside that glass jar.
Before he left for Afghanistan, she’d given the jar to him… bidding him with tears in her eyes to remember her, to remember home, and to come back safely to her. He had kissed her long and hard before he boarded the plane, tucking the memories away - grateful to know that wherever the war took him, he’d have a small piece of home with him at all times.
After he’d lost her… desperate to find her, but doubtful of his hope - he’d taken a hand full of the desert sand and sealed the jar. Afghanistan had been the last place he and Cal had been together - though not physically. She’d always been in his heart, and he needed to remember the ground where that heart had last been complete.
Seeing her eyes now looking at him expectantly, her hand covering his over the lid of the jar… he smiled, “It’s ours, Cal. I’ve had it all these years - remembering home, remembering you, remembering us.”
He savored the way her lovely face softened, her eyes alive with that familiar glow of love he had never forgotten before he watched her sliding elegantly upward - moving until she could look directly into his eyes. She gazed adoringly at him for several long moments before the sweetest words escaped her lips.
“I love you, Colby Granger, “ she breathed and before he had time to savor the words he’d longed to hear since that day so many years ago - she lowered herself to him. Her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and sultry - conveying to him just how much this thoughtful gesture meant to her. She tasted him, long and deep… moving him well past breathlessness as he slid his hand up her back until he could wind his fingers in her hair - wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as he could stand before he felt her weaning herself away from him. Her lips barely left his, hovering over him as she rested her forehead against his… both needing air, as he looked up into her eyes. And there it was again… the only thing he could ever think to ask for now that she was his again.
“Cal?” he whispered, closing his eyes as she brushed her nose lovingly across him.
“Hmmm?” she hummed, her own eyes closing against the feel of his hand winding further into her hair.
“Can I ask you something? Something I should have asked you a long time ago…”
She nodded against him, her lips still hovering over his so that she could feel the words as they escaped his lips. He shifted his weight slightly beneath her, urging her to open her eyes… and as soon as she did, the words on his heart slipped from his mouth - carried on a voice that was full of love and a desire to never be without her again. “Will you marry me?”
He could feel her heart racing to match his own even as he watched a slow and delicious smile dance across her lips, spreading quickly into her eyes. “I honestly thought you’d never ask,” she breathed before she was once again tasting him… bidding him to open to her, asking without words to make love to her again - celebrating now this new journey they would make together… side by side, forever.
<< Love and Loss, Part 7