The woman loaded the gun and then rubbed her eyes. It was getting late and she was tired. She brushed her long blonde hair behind her ears. Then she turned her attention to her target. She aimed and fired. Perfect.
She has been practicing her shot for hours everyday. She couldn't figure out why she missed that shot. It had come so close to hitting Eric. Maybe she made herself miss the shot. It was possible. She had know the guy at one point in time.
"Calleigh, get some sleep," the familar kind voice came from behind her.
"Horatio, I can't. Not yet." Calliegh turned to look at him. "I have to know what made me miss that shot. Eric could have been killed!"
"But he wasn't, was he?" Horatio said giving her a kind look.
"I can't take the chance that anything like this will ever happen again!" Calliegh was near tears by now.
"It won't. Now I need you to go home and get some sleep," he was talking in his normal caring, kind voice.
"I have never missed that bad. I have made handling guns my life," she had laid the gun down and was sitting on a bench.
"And you probally know guns better than anyone here."
"Then thats all the more reason I need to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again," she was stubborn but with good reason.
"Eric thinks nothing of it. It could have happened to anyone," he was getting through to her and he knew it.
She nodded slowly and stood up, "I could always pratice tomorrow, and maybe even limit down my amount of practice."
"Yes, you could. We need you awake when a big case comes in," he smiled at her and walked out.
Calliegh went home and laid down. And to her amazement she went to sleep easily and didn't wake up throughtout the night.