Disclaimer: I own nothing, just trying to have a little fun -and keep DuCaine alive somehow.-
A/N 1: This is a little two chapter fic I swear I'll be posting longer ones in the future (with school right now I'd rather stick to quick and easily posted.) Anyway, this is a little post-ep/possible missing scene from season 6's "Raising Caine."
As always thanks to everybody who's read/reviewed/added me. And any spelling/grammar errors are my own.
Horatio watched Julia and Kyle drive away, not moving from his position at the base of the stairs till he could no longer see the car. He couldn't help the sinking feeling that he may never see his son again –or that if he did, it would only be after another tragedy. Despite having not been around Julia for close to a decade, he knew more than well what she was capable of, including hiring someone to do her dirty work . . . just to get her hooks into their son. Sighing, he finally became aware that someone was watching him; turning towards the steps he easily spotted Calleigh at the top.
Calleigh smiled softly, a small glare of Miami sunshine reflecting off her glasses as she walked down the steps to Horatio's side. She knew this whole ordeal with Kyle and Julia had rocked him . . . in more ways than he was willing to admit.
'Not that Julia's sudden reappearance helped matters any, let alone the fact that Kyle chose her over him.' Calleigh reasoned silently, reaching over to squeeze his arm in support.
At her touch, Horatio locked eyes with her –as best they could through their shades. He then tilted his head in a 'follow me' gesture. The southern blonde simply nodded, willing to follow him anywhere after all this time; taking his arm she followed him to his Hummer.
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The drive to Horatio's house was quite one, neither feeling the need to speak; letting the radio break the silence –as was their custom over the years. Pulling into his driveway he cut the engine, the pair sliding out and making their way up the front walk. Once inside, both relieved themselves of their blazers, badges, weapons, glasses and cell phones. Calleigh padded into the living room, kicking off her heels by the sofa –which took a good three or four inches off her height- leaving her to stand just below Horatio's shoulders.
She walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, knowing his kitchen as well as she did her own, easily grabbing a glass from the cabinet and the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. With her glass only half full Calleigh froze, feeling Horatio move into her personal space . . . a moment later his hand deftly swept her hair to one side; his lips making contact with the soft skin of her neck. She sighed, feeling a shudder pass through her and placed the pitcher on the counter beside her glass. His name drifted from her lips, no louder than a whisper. "Horatio,"
With a simple cock of her head she blocked his access to her neck; then turned to face him –well aware he'd practically be standing over her. Taking a breath, Calleigh placed her hands on his chest where she felt his heart rate racing. "Calleigh I . . . I don't even know where to begin." He stated, his blue eyes locking with hers. A light smirk graced her lips, her next words filled with her typical southern humor –trying to soothe him.
"Well, that's gotta be a first." At her words his heart rate slowed, a ghost of a smile appearing as he realized she wasn't angry with him. "We all have a past Handsome, yours just keeps managing to surprise me –even after all these years." Horatio's smile grew a tad bigger, his hand reaching up to cup the side of her face, his lips meeting hers in a tinder kiss that deepened and ended a few minutes later. Opening her eyes, she felt like she was practically drowning in the need reflected from his, none the less she allowed him to lead her to the bedroom . . . knowing he needed to feel whole before he could begin to heal –let alone explain it all to her.
TBC . . .
A/N 2: There's chapter one, ya'll know the drill -love/hate . . . leave your thoughts. :)