Authors Note: Just an idea I wanted to try out, but pends on the readers if and how it will continue.
DISCALIMER: I don't own CSI Miami and i don't make any money from it
Too tough to cry.
Rick Stetler had never been a man to show and real emotions of any kind. And he for sure was not the one to cry. He had grown up in a family that was very seldom showing much emotion. He had seen her older sister Cassie cry only once, that was when it ended with her bloke Justin the last time and she came home to her parents' house with the children for sanctuary. Then she had stood on in the opening to his old room covered in tears. He had had no other chose then to comfort her.
His brother Rex he had never seen cry and his parents only at funerals as his father had told them that there was only sissy's that cried.
He never did that though cried at funerals or when he had broken up with someone for that matter or the other way around. He never cried when he meet any disappointment in his life, he was the alpha male, that never showed any of his true emotions.
But right now in his prison cell he was crying, her was curled up on the little bed whimpering like a baby. His cellmate Roy looked at him with rolling eyes, not getting what the big fuzz was. He had after all been in there a couple of times.
Rick just turned is back at him, he didn't at all like to be locked up like this. He of course knew he deserved it for what he did, still, he couldn't deal with the fact that he was inside like a regular criminal. Locked up in a cage like a wild animal. Not to mention that all of the inmates was as pleasant as Roy.
Rick closed his eyes, trying to escape his reality when the guard say, "Stetler, get up, you have a visitor."
Rick slowly got up and dried his eyes on the sleeve before following the guard outside.
As they walked in to the wait room he knew there was only one person that would ever come to see him. Calleigh, formerly her name was Duquesne, now it was Stetler as she took his after they married.
Calleigh looked at her husband that was sitting across the table in an orange suit, with grimy cheeks and unshaven. He did not look like the man she once knew, the man she left Eric Delko for, the man she once married. He now for the first time, after being in jail for two years looked really sad and scared.
He lowered his eyes as if he didn't dare meeting her eyes. She slowly put a hand on top of his and asked with a concerned voice she never though she would use with him, "Rick, are you OK."
"Fine, just fine," he said, he didn't want to say he felt defeated, not in front of her.
"You look like you have been crying," she pointed out, normally this would have come with a drop of poison, now it was pure concern.
"No, you know I never cry," he said.
"Rick, it's me," she said, but it sounded more like a whisper.
Rick looked into his wife's emerald eyes and said, "It's horrible here, it's nothing like I would expected and I miss the outside world and you, so yes I cry."
And there right before his strong wife the otherwise strong man fell apart again and cried. Calleigh didn't know what the rules were on body contact, but right now she didn't care as her husband needed her. She slowly got up from the chair and put her arms around him and held him while her cried. When he was done he looked at her with still tearful eyes saying, "I'm sorry Miss Ballistics, I never intended for you to see me like this."
"My dearest Rick, you should never worry about that, I don't love you any less just because you shed some tears," she said and kissed him in a very loving way.
He broke free and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," she said and gently nuzzled his cheek as if it was one thing she really did, it was just that.
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