Disclaimer: CSI: Miami ain't mine. I didn't steal the characters, promise! .:shifty eyes:. Neither are the songs used.
Rating: K, nothing really bad, a bit of language…
Set: After season 3.
A/N: This Fic is a collection of chapters, each for a different CSI. Kinda Songfic/angst…. Next chapters up soon… Apologies for any inconsistencies, but I do try…
The Song in this Chapter is 'Mockingbird' By Eminem.
Downtime
Calleigh
Calleigh Duquesne walked into the Break Room, holding the portable phone to her ear.
Her expression was set, none of the emotions she was feeling showed through.
She pushed a stray hair back behind her ear, putting her hand on her hip, pushing back the lapel of her cream suit, to reveal her gun and badge.
"Yes. Yes. Alright…" She sighed, and rubbed her eyes.
It had been a long day, and it was about to get longer.
"Okay, thank you," She said, as she took the phone from her ear and sat down.
Her Father, an Investigator, and self-confessed Alcoholic, had been picked up DUI, and was down at the local police station.
Calleigh didn't know how many more times she could bail him out of his screw-ups.
She had her own problems, and couldn't be bothered dealing with his.
It wasn't that she didn't care; it was just that she was a busy woman, she had a life… She didn't know what she would do with him.
It was his fourth offence… and she just didn't know how much longer this could go on… He was in serious trouble… He would probably get sent to AA Camp - or whatever they called them these days.
He was her only family left, even though she considered her CSI's her family, it wasn't the same… She sighed, made herself a coffee and sat down at the glass-toped table.
She looked into her mug, and smiled, remembering what someone once told her.
"I don't drink coffee, rots your stomach."
She took a long swallow, and the hot drink warmed her through, not that she needed to be warm, but the comfort of being able to do something with her hands was what she wanted.
After her coffee, she would head down to the Firing range, and empty some clips… That never failed to relax her…
She saw Eric heading towards her, slightly distorted in all the glass.
He smiled enthusiastically at her, popping his head in the door.
"Hey Calleigh! Have you seen my…" Eric never finished his sentence, as Calleigh looked down beside the table, and held up his backpack.
She suspended it from one finger, grinning wearily, "This what you're looking for, Delko?"
He grabbed it, and turned around, when he stopped. "Calleigh, what's eating you? You don't look great…" He trailed off.
Was it that obvious? Calleigh thought as she looked at him squarely, "Nah, I'm alright Delko, I'm alright… It's just… Family…"
"I know what you mean, last Christmas, my father called me and we talked for five hours. Five hours! Can you believe that? Sometimes family are a pain…" He looked sceptically at her, then pulled out a Cola, and getting her vibe, wandered back to the locker room.
Calleigh put her mug down, and enjoyed the quiet.
But drifting from somewhere in the Lab, there came the sound of a radio playing a rap beat.
She listened to the monotonous beat, concentrating.
Ugh, she thought, as she recognised the voice as Eminem. She didn't particularly like the White-Boy Rapper. Nelly or 50 Cent were much more her type…
But against her own will, the words drifted to her…
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya,
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma's gon' be alright
She put her face in her hands, and breathed deep.
She pushed back the tears that threatened, blinking hard.
She was Bullet Girl; a little family trouble wasn't going to get her down.
She threw her mug into the sink, getting up, and winced as it clattered dangerously around the bottom.
She pushed open the glass door, and took another deep breath.
She knew the team would help her through, and when it was settled, they would be there, to laugh with and cry with, whatever the outcomes…
