The humid Miami heat lapped at the curtains and soaked the city in a shifting amber glow. And amidst the golden beaches there sat Calleigh Dusquesne, perched skilfully atop the railing of her balcony peering out at who knows? Maybe the Ocean kissing the golden beaches; Maybe the family of seagulls frolicking in the sky; Maybe at nothing.
Her lips subconsciously traced the rim of her coffee cup, kissing the last remnants off the porcelain. A makeshift breakfast decorated the table just behind her perch and the keys to her car lay amidst her badge and a dog-eared copy of "Emma". Calleigh was fond of Jane Austen's work. When she was a girl she would read the stories over and over again. Imagining herself as a strong-willed Emma, or an unassailable Elizabeth Bennet. But even they had flaws, Calleigh's was her relationship with her father.
But she would never admit this, not to anyone. She was Calleigh Duquesne, an independent, optimistic officer of the law; a crime scene investigator. With a cheery smile, sweet personality and the sense of great honour and propriety she was the rock for many, but who was her rock?
This, she thought about on the balcony watching the sun rise into the sky; it was slowly inching up on 7:30 and with a great sigh, the blonde haired Ballistics specialist slipped off the rail. Collecting her things and making her way back across the balcony to the door she took one last glance, inspecting her home before turning the deadbolt, checking the door and dropping the key's into her bag. Her heels tapped lightly on the granite walkway like the dance of an accelerated heartbeat as she made her way to work.
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Okay! Thats part one! R&R maybe? This my first CSI:Miami fic.