CSI Miami: Unknown Relations
Authoresses' Notes: Hey, all! Giggles and I decided to do a "CSI: Miami" fic, so here it is! This is an AU (Alternate Universe): Speed is alive, but he had been in a coma for several months and had just been released from the hospital two months prior to when this takes place; the timeline is anytime during the fifth season. R&R and enjoy!
Summary: Horatio's Godaughter and her best friend are causing a little chaos and havoc around the Lab; they both are close friends with Calleigh and Eric, while their friendship with Speed and Ryan are more... electric, per say.
Disclaimer: Neither Sassy nor Giggles owns "CSI: Miami" or any related characters. They do own Carmen Jones and Fleur Bouchard, any unfamiliar characters, this plot and this fic; so, no using without permission! Lol.
Chapter written by: Sassy
Chapter One: Electric Relationships!
"Hello?" Calleigh answered her cellphone absently as she sipped her morning coffee.
"Hey, Cal," the woman on the other end replied perkily.
"Morning, Carmen; to what do I owe the pleasure of this call and aren't you supposed to be teaching your classes right now?" Calleigh chuckled teasingly.
"I'm in-between classes right now, actually. I was just calling to see if you had any plans for lunch? Fleur and I are going to a local eatery for lunch; she claims that the place she chose has the best food, but with her you never know," Carmen Jones, a friend of Calleigh's for several years, answered.
"I don't have any plans; what time were you thinking of?"
"She called and reserved a table for around half past twelve, which works out perfect because I'm free the class after lunch, so mine stretches until around quarter to two," Carmen replied.
"Sounds good," a teasing smile came to Calleigh's face and she decided to ask even though she already knew the answer. "Do you want me to invite the boys along?"
"Why not; I'm sure Fleur will be thrilled to have the time to cause havoc on them and maybe we can finally convince them to go to that club you and Fleur've been wanting to check out. I have to admit, from what I've been told of it, it seems like it's going to be a big hit."
"Give me a sec and I'll ask them," Calleigh told her friend who agreed. She turned to where Speed, Eric and Ryan were eying her warily and she grinned, "You three are coming out to have lunch with Carmen, Fleur and myself."
"We don't get much say in this, do we?" Ryan said dryly.
"Doubtful; it's bad enough when one of those girls have their minds set on something," Eric agreed.
"It's even worse when all three of them have their minds set on something," Speed added, chuckling. "Besides, you know you want to get up close and personal with Carmen, Wolfe," he taunted good-naturedly.
"Oh, like you're any better with Fleur, Speedle?" Ryan returned.
Calleigh rolled her eyes as the two CSIs got into an arguement, with Eric jumping in every few sentences to add something "helpfully"; although if you were to ask one of them what they were arguing about they'd say that they were "debating heartily". "They're in, Carmen," she told her friend assuringly.
"Awesome. Where do you want to meet?" Carmen questioned.
"Where do you guys want to meet?" Calleigh directed this to her three fellow CSIs.
"Why don't they drive up here and we'll carpool; two per Hummer?" Ryan suggested, distracted from his arguement momentarily.
Calleigh repeated the suggestion to her friend on the other end of the phone and Carmen agreed before the two discussed when the other two were expected to arrive and hung up because Carmen's next Art Class was arriving.
Ten minutes before the two young ladies were scheduled to arrive at the Lab, Horatio looked up when his desk phone rang. "Caine here," he answered.
"Sorry to bother you, sir, but there are two young ladies at Reception who are asking to speak with you," the receptionist reported. "They say their names are Carmen Jones and Fleur Bouchard?"
"Please tell them I'll be right there, Ms. Homes," Horatio replied.
"Yes, sir," Ms. Homes agreed before hanging up.
Horatio walked leisurely to Reception and no sooner than he stepped around the corner to Reception than he was nearly bowled over by a blur of red and blue as one of the twenty four year old ladies who had been waiting for him launched herself without premable into his arms. "Fleur, sweetheart, could you try to give me some warning next time?" He laughed deeply as he stumbled backwards from the force of her unexpected hug and his arms automatically wrapped around her middle in return.
"Sorry, Uncle Horray," the short redheaded woman laughed as they pulled away from eachother. As he stepped back, he took a good look at the young woman standing in front of him and smiled: she stood, at most, five feet and three inches; her hair was a dark red, much darker than his own, and fell in long layers to her mid-back with it dancing a bit above her waist while her eyes, presently, were a light bluish hazel which sparkled in mischeviousness. She grinned, fiddling with the hem of her baby blue shirt like she always did as a child when she was being "naughty" or doing something she shouldn't; he always found it amusing how her childish habits, such as her habit of nearly bowling him over with her enthusiastic, albeit loving, hugs or playing with the hems of her shirts or skirts, were never dropped and instead continued into her adulthood.
He heard a giggle and turned to greet Fleur's companion and best friend since they were toddlers, Carmen. "Hello, Carmen; how are you today, my dear?" He smiled, giving the taller of the two a warm hug after he gave her a once-over: Carmen was about five inches taller than Fleur at five feet and eight inches; her hair was shoulder length and light brown which had a natural wave to it and her eyes were a soft jade, suspiciously not unlike his own.
"I'm fine, Uncle Horatio," Carmen blushed in shyness as people stopped and stared at the sight of the somewhat strict Leuitenant hugging the two young women like a loving father would his daughter; especially since everyone knew that Horatio Caine didn't have any children. "You?"
"I'm alright, Carmen," Horatio smiled. He noticed Ms. Homes, the thirty-something year old receptionist who had only been on the job for a few days, watching in curiousity and told her, "Ms. Homes, I'd like you to meet my Godaughter, Fleur Bouchard and her best friend since they were toddlers, Carmen Jones. They often visit me while I'm supposed to be," he shot his Godaughter a mock-scolding look and she did her best to look sheepish and failed miserably, "working or my Godaughter decides that she needs to cause chaos in my CSIs' lives."
"Uncle, I'm hurt," Fleur gasped dramatically.
"Fleur, your Uncle taught us not to lie," Carmen grinned as Horatio watched them in amusement, knowing what was going to unfold.
"I'm not and he's my Godfather, girl."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not," Fleur poked her best friend in the nose, sniggering when the taller woman went momentarily cross-eyed.
"Too!" Carmen poked her best friend back, except she poked her in the side, causing the petite woman to giggle.
"Not!" Fleur rolled her eyes and missed the mischevious grin that popped up on her friend's face.
"Sometimes," Carmen said casually, hoping to catch the redhead off guard and succeeding.
"Too- aw, crud," Fleur grumbled good-naturedly when she realised that she'd been one-upped. She pondered a moment on what she could do to get out of the situation and decided on pouting, which caused her best friend to scoff.
"You're such a Drama Queen, Fleur; you really should've gone into acting instead of nursing," Carmen laughed when her best friend looked scandilized at her statement.
"And deprive my patients of my T.L.C.? Car, how could you ask such a thing from me?" Fleur gasped, smiling slightly.
"I'm sure Speed here enjoyed your T.L.C. the most out of all of your patients, Flower," Eric saunteered towards them with Ryan, Calleigh and Speed.
Fleur blushed, glaring embarrassedly at her friend, "You are such a donkey, Eric. And would you quit calling me Flower?"
"A donkey?" Eric mumbled, confused.
"She just called you a jackass, Delko," Ryan burst out laughing with Speed while Carmen and Calleigh shared fondly exhasperated looks.
"I take it the six of you are going out to lunch?" Horatio smiled fondly at the group of young adults.
"Yes, Uncle Horray," Fleur nodded, ignoring Eric mumbling under his breath about ways to get back at her. "Do you want to come?"
Horatio's eyes roamed over his CSIs and the two young women he had a hand in raising and who he viewed as his own daughters before his jade eyes smiled mysteriously, "That's alright, sweetheart; I still have some paper work to catch up on. If you could bring me back something, I wouldn't argue, however," he amended when his Godaughter's face fell a bit; at his words, she beamed happily at him and gave him a hug, while kissing his cheek.
"We can do that, Uncle Horray," she agreed eagerly. "See you when we get back, then."
"Later, H," Speed and Eric bid, following Fleur.
"See you, Horatio," Calliegh smiled.
"We'll see you when we get back, H," Ryan agreed.
"Bye, Uncle Horatio!" Carmen called as Fleur came back and, somehow, linked arms with the three laggers and took them with her while shooting her Godfather a beaming smile.
To be continued...
Authoress' Notes: There it is! Chapter one of UR (Unkown Relations)! Finally. Lol. I hope everyone liked it and don't forget to R&R, ya'll! Giggles and I will try to get the next chapter up a.s.a.p. I know the characters are slightly OoC, but as this is my first attempt at a "CSI: Miami" fic/chapter, it's to be expected, right? Lol. Oh, and updates will probly be sporadic; Giggles' attending University right now and I'm just about to start a new job, so please bare with us with updates and that. Thankies!
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See ya'll lata,
Sassy of Sassy and Giggles (heheheh; sorry, couldn't help myself!)