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He looked surprised, she thought; surprised, as if to say, "Did you really shoot me? Am I really dead?" She had always considered him a kind of constant, one of those immortal people that were always seen as larger than life. That was how she saw him - cool, calm, and in control, but always understanding. And when there were those few and far between moments of weakness, when he truly was revealed to be heartbreakingly human, she couldn't help but feel for him.
And now she and the team had to process the scene. His scene - except the identifying pronoun gave it a perverted and ironic meaning. He was sprawled against a wall, eyes wide and empty, sunglasses dangling from his pocket. His keys were still in his hand. His door was still locked. He was still alive to the others, and would be until they arrived to process.
She hadn't really meant to be there; her intentions had been to drop off a few files. But then she pulled up and saw him. She'd dialed 911 immediately, rushed to him, got a pulse and screamed for him to stay with her. She even went so far as to quote him. "Hang in there! Stay with me!"
It hadn't seemed like he knew she was beside him, holding his hand and calling to him. It hadn't seemed like she knew she was there herself, either. Too unreal. How could it really be happening? Ten years in Miami, and not one scratch... And now off-duty, she happened to come across him. It was utterly unthinkable, and yet, it was reality.
Delko's shaking hand was on her shoulder, squeezing it, attempting to drag her away. Calleigh shook her head stubbornly; she shoved his touch away, eyes red and incredulous. Alexx stood off to the side, her face hidden in her hand. Wolfe stared.
Horatio Caine laid cold and motionless at his team's feet, his blood spattered over his own door.
I never really liked Horatio Oo
