Here is a story that came to me out of nowhere, I was reading some of my old JAG fanfictions and this one was spurred from one of them. I hardly ever write character death stores, I feel that no matter how hard I try, the emotion isn't quite right! So if you have any suggestions PLEASE let me know! Please read and review! I would LOVE to hear from you…anyway, as always I own nothing but wish that I did :)
"Tragedy stuck today, just outside of Miami, when two Crime Scene investigators received a call out to an address. When they arrived, they were anything but ready. Police now believe that the shooter was waiting for them with his loaded gun…" The blonde news reporter's voice cut across the silence of the break room where Valera and Traverse were watching the News.
They were ambushed. They had gotten the call, and shown up only to discover it was a set up. A soon as her heels hit the pavement bullets were flying everywhere. She instantly crouched behind the tall door of the hummer, glad for once she was short. Glass shattered from the windshield, and the door window, spraying out, all over her and the ground. Looking over the seat of the hummer she saw Eric, crouched in the same position as her, his gun drawn, poised to shoot. He returned fire, shooting in through the living room window of the large Miami home. Calleigh threw herself across the seat and grabbed the radio, her voice pleading for back up.
"You okay?" He yelled as more hot lead pierced the hummer, noting the stream of red blood running down her forehead.
"I'm fine," She yelled back over the noise. "We have to get in there," she told him, still yelling over the gunfire that hadn't stopped.
"Like hell we do, Calleigh!" he yelled. "That's a suicide mission," he shouted, still competing with the noise of the gun fire.
"They've gotta be almost out of ammo, if the victim is inside, we have to get to her!" Calleigh retorted, ignoring his suicide comment.
"Then we wait them out," Eric ordered her, hoping it would work.
"No, I'm coming around," She yelled, turning back to the house, her blonde hair flying in a cascade around her. She quickly ran around the back of the hummer while Eric provided cover fire, he too almost out of bullets. He popped off two more shots before ducking down beside Calleigh.
"Think I got him?" Eric asked, peaking up over the hummers door frame. His hands swiftly switching the magazine in his gun.
"We'll find out," she responded. "I'm goin' around back," she told him, she started to run off but Eric grabbed her by the arm.
"What the hell is goin' on Calleigh, why are you so intent on dying today?" he asked, her behavior more reckless than normal.
"I have a date that I don't want to miss tonight," She responded, taking a second from the stressful situation to smile at him.
"Just make sure you're around for the rest of our dates," he warned. "I'll cover you," he told her propping his arms up on the door frame and waiting for any movement inside. When none came he slowly moved toward the house, his body low to the ground. He watched through the broken window for any movement, but found none. He crept up to the door, waiting to hear from Calleigh, she should have been inside by now. Waiting outside he saw a dark blur move passed the window, remembering that Calleigh was wearing red, he fired, hitting his target.
"We're unable to release the name of the CSI who passed away earlier today at this time pending an investigation into the accidental death. We'll have more on that coming up," Stetler ran a hand through his hair, he may have been hard on the team, but this was the last thing expected. They were always alright, they were always in one piece at the end of a long day, but now they'd lost another one. First Speedle and now this. He leaned back into his office chair and sighed, the team would take this hard, harder than Speedle.
Kicking down the door, he dashed inside. "Calleigh?" he yelled to her, but she didn't answer. "Cal!" he yelled again, clearing his way through the house to the living room. Scanning the living room for the shooter, he found a woman on the floor bleeding to death. "CALLEIGH!" he screamed, instantly dropping his gun and running to her side. Her skin was pale, and clammy, as she shook on the floor in a pool of her own warm blood.
Eric quickly pressed his hand to her abdomen where she was rapidly bleeding out, the blood instantly seeping between his fingers, coming too fast for him to stop. For anyone to stop. He picked her head up in his other hand, pulling it into his lap. "You're gonna be okay Cal," He told her, his voice thick with emotion. "You've gotta be okay," he sobbed, knowing he was lying to her.
"Eric," she coughed, choking on the blood that was pooling in her mouth. "Love you," she whispered, blood lining her lips, and streaming down her chin. Her voice was deep, her bright green eyes filled with pain, and understanding.
"I know, Calleigh, I know, and I love you too, just hang on, the ambulance will be here any second," he told her glancing out the window cursing himself for letting her run into the back of the house. Calleigh nodded limply, the movement causing her to cough up blood. The crimson liquid few everywhere, covering her face, and Eric's. Eric shuddered as he slowly watched the green in her eyes dull, and the warmth in her skin fade. Slowly he felt her body relax in his hands. "CALLEIGH!" He yelled at her, begging her to stay with him.
Her dull, glassy eyes shifted toward him, her lips attempting to tell him something, but in her last moments, she was unable to form the words. The blood seeping onto Eric's lap and into her lungs was too much. "God Calleigh, I love you so much," Eric sobbed, pulling her to him, rocking back and forth, her flaccid body in his arms.
He remained that way, unknowing of the people standing behind him. "Calleigh," he sobbed over and over and over, his body rocking out a steady rhythm with his pain. Horatio dismissed his team, telling them with a look to wait outside, right now Calleigh was more important than evidence, more important than a case.
Horatio slowly crossed the glass covered carpet to Eric's side where knelt down, Eric still rocking Calleigh's body in his arms. Horatio sat a reassuring hand on Eric's shoulder before reaching around Eric to brush the blonde hair out of Calleigh's face. Softly, with tears in his eyes Horatio ran his hand over her eyes, pulling them shut.
"New information on the death of a Miami police officer, right now investigators are saying it looks like a friendly fire accident. Apparently the partner of the officer fired blindly into the house he knew his partner was in." Eric's mother leaned back into the couch, her head resting on her husband's shoulder. They had been warned that the news would spin it this way. Tears cascaded down her face, leaving wet trails on her dark skin.