Title: Dancing with Death

Author: AllOverTheWorld

Summary: A quick one shot whilst I write up chapter five of Solace. This takes place soon after Calleigh has the gun to her head at the crime scene (I don't know the episode but it is the one where John kills himself). This is just a quick peek into her mental thoughts. Please review, I need to know if I am portraying the characters right!


There's a point in your life when you know that one of the bastards you put in jail is going to catch up to and actually carry through on their threat. It's one of the many hazards you sign up for when you become a CSI and granted you do hope that if/when that day arrives you go down fighting. And by fighting I don't mean boxing, no I'm talking massive shoot out or some other overly dramatic means of leaving the Earth.

For me it wasn't anything like that.

In fact, it the complete opposite.

I heard that click and I thought that it was the end of my life. I closed my eyes and prepared for the last thing I would ever see to be a crime scene. A crime scene! Nevertheless my life did flash before my eyes and let me tell you it wasn't anything spectacular. Sure, there were a few of my shining moments in there but most of they only punctuated my regrets. It's strange because they always tell you that when your life flashes before your eyes it's going to be like a slideshow of your best moments. I'll be the first to tell you it's not.

The truth is that dancing with death is something I do everyday and every time I do, death gets a little bit better at his footwork and I know one day we are going to Tango right into the after life.

I like what I do for a living and I wouldn't trade it for the world but even being, arguable and biased I know, the best ballistics expert in Florida can take its toll on you. Some days I wish I could just hole up on some farm somewhere and never deal with another murderer or the IAB or any number of things that normal people don't deal with. However there is one thing I could never leave behind and it is the reason why I wake up in the morning in Miami and some farm.

Guns.

I know it sounds bad but I am a ballistics expert. I get up in the morning knowing that amidst all the crime and more than likely, death, which I will see I know I will do some good. I know this because I can tell you the type of gun just by the sound it makes. Because no one's going to stop me from doing what I do best, not even a mystery man at a crime scene.


Thanks for reading!