A/N: Okay guys, so here it is... the revised version of 'The Miami Way'. Aside from the characters, this story has taken a drastic change! If you read it previously, you'll notice SOME familiar scenes at first... but that's about it. The basic overall style of the story needed to be overhauled, if you will... so the biggest thing is that it's no longer third person. This is all from the OC point of view- seeing it all through her eyes. And rather than go the typical way of telling a story, I wanted you guys to LIVE it, so to speak... (Not to mention, I've been told my stories flow better in other fandoms written this way, so... worth a shot!)
Also, please note this is a SLIGHT cross-over with the original CSI:, but it's not over-whelming so, just wanted to remind you all of that!
Well, here goes nothing!
Prologue
*Eighteen months ago*
Nervous. Anxious. Over-whelmed. Just a few of the emotions that were running through me. I couldn't remember a time I'd ever felt so… out of place. Shaking my head, I sighed. It was now or never.
And to be honest, never was sounding pretty good….
"Motley Jacobs…"
I heard a whisper, which made me painfully realize, it was to late. To late to turn around and pretend I had forgotten about this entire situation.
It seemed I had already caught the lady at the front desks attention. So, submitting, I pulled out my credentials, and placed them on the counter.
As she looked over them, and lightly tapped the keyboard, I began to feel sick. Never in my twenty-nine years of life, had I felt so many emotions during one moment.
Moving across the country to a new city to leave behind familiar co-workers, some of which were my best friends, for a place in which you weren't even comfortable with the sights and sounds of was no easy task. I had learned first hand since I stepped off that plane onto Miami soil, this would be the hardest road I'd ever driven.
"Las Vegas Police Department.."
Hearing the girl behind the desk speak, I was brought back from my thoughts.
"So amazing." She slid my credentials back to me, and continued, "I've always wanted to visit Vegas. I bet it's so different from Miami."
She was friendly enough, so I offered up the most genuine smile I could muster, "Yeah."
"Lieutenant Caine was just here, waiting to meet with you. He had to leave for a moment though, he'll be back shortly. Have a seat."
I simply nodded, as I took a deep breath, and glanced around the room. It was huge, and very bright. Quite different than the dark nights I was used to back out west.
"You've got to stop comparing the two, Motley. Pull it together."
I thought I was talking to myself, but apparently, that was not the case.
"Talking to ourselves already? Well, well… I thought we didn't get crazy until we'd been here a few days, at least."
Hearing the southern draw, I turned to see a petite, blond woman, who was sweetly extending her hand to meet mine.
"Calleigh Duquesne. Nice to meet you…."
From the pause, it was obvious, she wasn't sure of my name.
"Motley… Motley Jacobs," I confirmed, meeting her hand with my own. "Nice to meet you."
"You're the Vegas transfer, right? I bet this is a huge change for you."
There it was again… that sympathetic smile. There were moments I'd almost swear everyone was staring at me, and just KNOWING. Other times I felt it was so far buried, that it was impossible.
"It is, but.. I'll be okay. Just another one of life's card tricks. This time, I guess I went all in, so to speak." Sure, that was a cheesy line, but it was all I had, and it received a wink from Calleigh, so I was satisfied.
"You go get it, girl," She smiled, as she began to walk past me, "I'm sure I'll catch up with you later."
I nodded, watching as she stepped onto the elevator. Well, so far, so good.
A few minutes passed and for some reason, I was beginning to feel a bit more comfortable. All I could do now was wait...
And wait.
Finally, after about another half an hour, I heard my name being called. Upon standing, it only took me a second to realize the man before me was my new boss.
"You don't have to get up, Miss Jacobs." He smiled, "I'm Lieutenant Horatio Caine, and I think we're going to get along just fine."
"Thank you, sir- It's nice to meet you." I extended my hand, nervous, which caused his smiled to turn into an obvious smirk.
"Don't ever call me sir. We're not formal here." With a nod, he turned to the side, listening as his name was being paged, "I have to take care of that. Why don't you… come with me?"
I took a deep breath, and did what I thought was right. Within seconds, I was on his heels. Hey, it was now or never.
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Author's note: I know, I know... not much to go on. My chapters are NOT this short, EVER. But still... You are clueless as to where this story is going. I promise it has a LOT of depth and emotions to it, so please bear with me and- as slow as it may seem- trust that it's going to be quite worth it. AND REVIEW. Regardless what you think, GOOD OR BAD, please let me know! I'm open to any suggestions... not only about the story its self, but my writing style in general. I strive to be better, so... gimmie what you got!
