Title. Better Angels.
Author: Samantha.
With great thanks to: Sammie (not me you twat the other one) Ruth, Cath and the other Ruth (oh my god two Samanthas and two Ruths...jesus)
Part: One of about fifteen.
Pairing: H/C baby!
Spoilers: 3.01 - Lost Son
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own CSI:Miami the people who own them do. Trust me when I say this (along with ruth aka quarryquest) we would treat them so much more better than you arsewipes. (DONT SUE!)
Summary: Sometimes we all need to open up...but will Horatio learn his lesson before he loses his daughter and wife

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Hayden says:

Yo! What's up?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

There doing it again.

Hayden says:

Doing what again?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

Arguing again!

Hayden says:

What about?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

The usual….blah blah work blah blah we never talk anymore blah blah you don't spend enough time with Millie blah blah no wonder she's in trouble at school blah blah Millie needs a dad.. You know the usual.

Hayden says:

Oh honey they'll sort things out.

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

I hope so. Oh fuck got to go Dads on the war path.

Hayden says:

What about this time?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

My music's up to loud. I'll be back soon xoxox.

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Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

Oh my god. I can't believe him!

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Hayden says:

What's he done?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

Meh…he started harping on about how my report card better be good tomorrow or he's not going to happy.

Hayden says:

Were all fucked. Mrs McJaffre is on crack I'm telling you that is she gives me anything less than a B I am going to give her the fucking true meaning of a C, a clobbering!

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

Yeah tell me about it she gave me a D last semester! She's going to fail me this time though.

Hayden says:

No wonder with the amount you have been skipping class! You look sad what's up?

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

..well…I can't believe my dad went back to work! I mean he's been shot once. What if it happens again?

Hayden says:

Your dads not that stupid Mille. He will be okay sweetie.

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

He nearly died! Can't he see what he is doing?

Hayden says:

You have to talk to him Millie. He can't read minds. No matter how much you think he can.

Why Don't You All Just Fade Away says:

Ha! You think I should talk to him?

Hayden says:

Yeah talk to him. He won't know how you feel other wise. Right I have to go I have that fucking Geography paper to do.

Why Don't You All Fade Away says:

Oh bugger me too talk to you tomorrow, love you xxxx

Hayden says:

Love you too bbff xxxx

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"I am going to get killed." Came the flat voice of a teenage girl as she slammed her locker shut, people bustled along the corridors. The rabid slamming of lockers could be heard everywhere around the school. The home bell had rung and they were all free for the weekend…well…almost all free.

"What did you get?"

"Straight Fs….no wait…I got a D in P.E!" the girl jumped up and punched the air.

"You dad is going to freak."

"Yes dear Heather…that's why he isn't going to see it." She said waving the card as they walked outside in to the Miami sun.

"Millie…" Heather said warningly.

"What?" She snapped brushing her hair behind her ears and swinging her backpack on to her shoulder. It hung low down her back, covered in obscenities such as 'take me drunk, I am home' and 'fuck off you Red Neck tosser!' which many of the teachers went to happy about.

"If you want to make your birthday next month I suggest you don't and I don't think you have time." she continued as they both spotted the car.

"Fuck fuck fuck has he seen me yet?" Millie hissed turning her back on the road and pulling her back hood over her head and pulling the collar of her blazer up in an feeble attempt to disguise herself.

"Yup."

"Oh bugger." she turned and froze as she met her fathers eye. She smiled and waved. "Act normal for Christ sake. I'll talk to you tonight on MSN." She continued stuffing the report card in to her inside blazer pocket.

"Yeah if you live that long. C'ya." Millie waved goodbye to her friend as they both laughed.

She made her way towards the car and climbed in without saying a word.

"How was school?" He asked her

"Just fine." She replied flatly. The report card still safely crumpled inside her pocket.

"You got your report card?"

"I left it in my locker." She snapped to quickly for her father likening. Her hand still on the crumpled mess that was previously her report card.

"Millie…" He warned. "Go get it."

"Ehh…I think I left it in homeroom actually."

"Don't even think about hiding it from me."

"Fine!" She pulled the crumpled sheet out her pocket and threw it at him and sat back folding her arms in a huff. She watched her father read it and waited for the enviable grounding that was about to follow.

"We will be talking about this when we get home." He told her as he started the car and drove away. Millie sank lower in to her seat and watched the street speed past her. The journey home was silent as Millie counted the punishments she could face. The silence finally got to her as she pulled out her iPod.

"Millie."

"Fine then I wont put it on!" she yelled throwing the iPod forcefully in to her bag.

"Don't yell at me." He replied simply as he pulled the car into the driveway.

"You have a go at me for everything! For my music, the people I hang around with! You never give me a chance." Millie began getting out the car and slamming the door shut violently and storming in to the house. She threw her bag into the floor and stormed up the stair case.

"Millie come here."

"What?" she yelled.

"Come here!" Millie stormed back down the stairs.

"Fs? How on earth did you get these grades your smarter than this?" His calm voice hiding the disappointment he felt. Millie however could read him like a book.

"Well they weren't all Fs….I got a D in P.E. Doesn't that account for something?" Millie asked seriously. There was silence. "See….D." She said pointing to the grade on the crumpled mess that is her report card. Reading her father reaction she fell silent once more.

"How did this happen?"

"I tried my best." she lied.

"I got a phone call from the school today."

"I didn't do it! No one saw me do it! They can't prove a thing!" Millie said extremely quickly. "My Chemistry teacher has it in for me she hates me."

"It wasn't your chemistry teacher." her father told her.

"If it was my maths teacher I only told her to shut up because wouldn't hear my side of the story."

"No it wasn't you maths teacher." Millie fell silent puzzled. "Someone tells me you've been skipping school."

"I swear to god I only did it once!"

"That Millie. Is also a lie." she scowled and folded her arms. The atmosphere in the room was tense and all hell was about to break lose. "What sort of trouble are you in?"

"I am not in trouble."

"Then why the hell have you been skipping school then! I thought you'd been brought up better than this Millicent Caine!"

That was when she knew he was angry, He never used her full name unless he was seriously ticked off.

"Um…."

"What do you do while your skipping school?" He asked her in a stern voice. Millie refused to make eye contact with her father as she looked at the ground. She refused to answer. "Millie." again no answer. "Right turn out your pockets."

"What? You can't make me."

"You want a bet?" He told her looking over his sunglasses at her. She did as she was told and slammed a packet of cigarettes and a bag of a certain illegal substance. "What the hell is this?" He asked her picking the bag up and looking at it.

"Well you're the CSI aren't you, why don't you tell me." Millie told him sarcastically as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Drugs. Why on earth have you got this crap?"

"Your pretty good at putting two and two together."

"Millie don't you dare talk back to me like this. This is serious. I expect better of you."

"You expect better of everyone don't you." Silence held the room again in its icy grip. Millie looked at the floor again.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you push your self so hard you expect me to. I'm not you dad! I fucking hate science but you made me take all bloody three. You know I'm no good at it! I don't understand it but you don't listen to me! I'm old enough to think for myself I am fifteen not five!"

"Exactly your fifteen and your smoking this? This had nothing to do with school! What I am saying Millie is you need to sort your self out now! That's it your are grounded, with no computer, no iPod and no cell phone and you are not going to the gig tomorrow!."

Horatio watched Millie heart fall and shatter.

"I've been waiting for this gig for a year!"

"I don't care. You shouldn't be using this crap. This is the end of it. It stops here now do you understand me?"

"Loud and fucking clear!"

"Do not swear at me Mille."

"Why can't you be normal!" Millie screamed as she stormed up the stairs in to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her as the house shook from the force.

Horatio sighed and picked up the report card and reading it again. When did everything go wrong?