Don't mean to offend any Horatio lovers out there, only a bit of fun!
Dear Diary,
Diary. Hmmm…sounds like Diane. She's hot. I was talking to her today. She so wants me, I can tell. I wasn't sure if she could see my gun so I casually opened my jacket. She was giving me that look that means women like you. You know the one, raised eyebrows and confused expression.
Too bad I didn't get on as well with Calleigh. She refused to call me by my cool nickname, "H". I wish I could fire her ass…You know, I don't think she likes me! She was really touchy with me after I accidentally drop-kicked and arrested the grieving mother of an RTA victim instead of that drunk driver sitting opposite her. It really wasn't my fault, Calleigh was pointing very vaguely. I didn't see what all the fuss was about personally…
The way she was going on about it made it sound like I was incompetent or something! She just doesn't understand the amount of work I do here everyday. It's exhausting walking around Headquarters making sure everyone is working. I mean, it's a big place and there's a lot of glass to lose yourself in.
I showed her though. At this double homicide we had today, I talked to the kid left behind and promised him we'd catch his parents' killer. I thought I made a really great job of the conversation, I even through in a couple of "Hold on there, Champ"s. Of course, Little Miss I've-got-a-test-tube-shoved-up-my-ass disagreed.
She was like "But we have no leads." Boy, did I have a killer response. I shook my naturally perfect hair back and she held her breath.
I said "Oh we'll find him."
"But what makes you so certain?"
"I promised the kid."
There was a long silence after my words, I think she was marvelling at their brilliance.
Just time for my affirmations of the day:
You are great. And really hot. Red Heads really do have more fun.
(I won't say them aloud, I don't want to look like an egotistical freak!)
Bye for now,
Horatio
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