Lost Soul
Rating: M
Disclaimers: Yeah, yeah I know I don't own em and even Ronan Keating owns the song. So I guess I own diddly squat except a runaway, uncontrollable muse!
Spoilers: Get out of here! Like I'd do that….. :oP
Hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
Chapter One
He watched as the plane taxied down the runway, watched as on sleek white wings, it powered into the sky, taking with it the remains of his will. Sunglasses hid eyes, sad with loss. His face, expressionless, betraying none of the emotion welling up inside. The walls he had built; strong and solid around him over the preceding four years began to crumble, as an unbidden tear broke free and rolled slowly, over skin aged by the unrelenting Miami sun, and the burden that had weighed him down so long flowed with it.
He watched until he could no longer see the plane. Staring out into the empty azure blue sky, the loneliness enveloped him, a solitary figure in a vast, empty, soul-consuming void. That feeling in itself terrified Horatio Caine more than anything before in his life….
Inhaling slow and deep, her eyes, closed in time with the elevator doors. The breath only expelled as the doors reopened. A breath that cleansed and steadied her as she closed a chapter of her life. Locking it away deep within, sealing with it the deep sense of loss. Her eyes opened on a new place. Where no one, could hurt her. Where she, was in control.
Stepping out into the empty parking lot Calleigh Dusquene felt the weight lift from her. She felt the pressure ease, the hurt, the sorrow, fading as the walls around her being fell into place. Her heart chained and bound so tight that even if someone found the key, they would never find the lock. To be alone, to never hurt again, to never allow herself to love again. The feeling encompassed her as she climbed into her jeep and starting the engine. Without a backward glance she drove away. The page turned in her life, a blank piece of paper yet to be written. Only this time she held the pen.
Horatio Caine finally, lowered his eyes to the concrete, his hands that had rested on his hips dropped to his sides. The powerful stance, that for so long eluded confidence and self-assurance crumpled, as his shoulders sagged and his head hung low in defeat. The world he had tried to rebuild around him for so long, evaporated like the vapour trails of the plane engines in the endless sky overhead.
Finally he raised his head, and took one last look, into the now empty still air around him. Before turning and walking back through the darkened hanger to the hummer and the only stable thing in his life that he knew.
The crime lab building was quiet, the air conditioning felt icy against his already cold skin. The heat of the day lost to him, as he fought the chill of emptiness. The brief exchange of words on his cell only adding to the sense of loss and pain that sort to overwhelm him.
With wounded blue eyes he processed the scene before him, the gun lay where she had left it, it's full clip methodically placed a few inches away, her ear protectors discarded neatly along side. The stillness and quiet of the gun range seared through his consciousness, a wave of emotion that threatened an already finely balanced sanity, sent him back pedalling out of the door, turning he came face to face with the staff roster on the wall.
Desperately he reached out to steady himself as he teetered on the edge. His hand connected with the empty slot, his trembling fingers ran unbidden across the empty metal rim as the realisation that he was totally alone hit him full in the chest and the walls protecting him fragmented like glass against stone.