~Nothing in the World~

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't intend to make any profit with this. CSI:Miami and its characters belong to the geniuses who created the show. Would that were me, though. "Nothing in the World" belongs to Atomic Kitten.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe

Pairing: H/C

Spoilers: None

A/N: This is the first fanfic that I have written by myself, so don't expect too much. It is losely based on the song "Nothing in the World" by Atomic Kitten. I hope you like, so please R&R. I apologise for the fact that the first chapter is mostly thoughts and feelings and less action. That's how the story got started though.

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With a loud noice the clear crystal glass shattered on the marble kitchen floor and broke apart into a million pieces. Just like her heart had earlier. The ice-cubes slid across the room, before they came to a halt at Calleigh's feet. She stared at the wall and watched the amber liquid trickle down the tiles towards the ground.

Momentarily shocked by her reaction, given that she had just thrown the glass full force across the room, she dropped to her knees and began picking up the pieces. Distracted as she was, she didn't really concentrate on the task, images and voices of the past hours were still spinning in her head, and when she picked up the last piece she cut her finger. She felt a sharp pain and and crimson drops of blood mixed with the alcohol on the tiles.

Calleigh sighed heavily and walked to the bathroom, where she opened the medicine cabinet to get a band-aid for her finger.

"At least the cut isn't deep", she thought, tears filling her eyes again, when she thought about a different kind of pain she had experienced that day.

She returned to the kitchen, but stopped at the door and went into the living room instead. She fell back into her antique wing-back chair of deep burgundy leather and picked up the phone, just to put it down seconds later without having dialed a number.

Never before had she felt emotionally torn and confused like this. She was proud that she had resisted the temptation of the alcohol, the few hours of oblivion that it promised, but she was still unable to comprehend how anything could have triggered her outburst earlier that evening.

"What's wrong with me?", she asked out loud. "I have never hurled a glass across the room, just because I had a bad day."

And it had been a bad day for her indeed.

The CSI Team had been forced to release a suspect in a murder case from custody, because they couldn't find enough incriminating evidence to warrant any further interrogation or jail time. Needless to say the mood at headquarters had been grave today.

But what had been even worse for Calleigh was the scene she had involuntarily witnessed when she was leaving the building. On her way to her car she had seen Horatio and Yelina in the parking garage, holding each other in a tight embrace.

This had been too much to bear for her. With tears in her eyes she had driven home. Luckily, no one had seen her. All her feelings for Horatio had suddenly come to the surface; feelings she thought she had dealt with and had under control. Being completely honest with herself she knew this wasn't true. Her relationship with Hagen had ended in pieces just a few weeks earlier and now Calleigh had to admit to herself that no matter how much she fought it, she did love Horatio, but apparently she would have to live with her heart broken by unrequitted love.

Horatio seemed to be happy with Yelina.