CSI Miami
A Show of Hands
Silent Cobra
Disclaimer: CSI Miami does not belong to me blah blah blah. This will probably be my last foray into the world of Miami, at least for a very, very long time. I am not very happy with the show…this starts at the end (maybe :D) and involves lots of H/C angst, as well as lots of Horatio/Marisol (which I can't believe I'm writing….)
Prelude: Dark Ocean
The waves of the dark ocean licked the beach.
Calleigh Duquesne stood on the beach, staring solemnly out into the ocean. The moon reflected off the rippling water, distorting the pure silver light. The sound of Miami was so far away, washed out by the silence of nature.
But nature was not alone here. Calleigh turned and looked at the champagne colored Miami-Dade Hummer. Ryan Wolfe was in the hummer, asleep. It had been a difficult year and a half, for everyone. Ryan, so young, had stepped up to the plate marvelously…much better than he had.
She smiled at the hummer. Ryan was in the passenger seat, holding her son…their son….his son. The bastard. She pressed her fingers against her lips and blew a kiss towards the hummer.
"I love you," she whispered. She slowly turned to face the ocean again. The waves crashed methodically on the beach, depositing sand and ripping it away. She smiled wryly. So much like her life. She knelt down and untied her shoes and set them aside. Slowly, she began to strip to nothing.
Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. If anyone had looked upon her at that moment, naked, salty tears running down her face, skin aglow, they would think her a goddess returning to the sea.
She looked behind her one last time and smiled sadly at the hummer. She faced forward and squared her shoulders.
She took a deep breath, and walked into the water.
The waves of the dark ocean licked the beach.
AN: I know, it starts out short, but it will develop. PLEASE, I am begging you, review. Reviews feed my soul, and flames just feed my darkness.