Title: Shattered Lives
Author: csimiamilover
Rating: K+
Summary: Life is like glass, it is fragile and whole to begin with. But with enough force applied it can shatter into pieces. A serial stalker turns violent and another woman is subjected to his dark fantasy. Can this stalker be stopped?
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:Miami or the characters associated with the show. They belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 1-
Screaming. That was the last sound that filled Calleigh Duquesne's ears before the black SUV slammed into her side of the Hummer, the impact was strong enough to shatter the passenger side window. The events that followed were a blur to the platinum blonde. She could remember the feeling of the air-bag exploding into her face and her boss, Lieuanaunt Horatio Caine telling her and their companion Dr. Mira Thomas to hold on.
Blood trickled down the side of her face from the wound on her forehead. She lifted her head off the now deflated air-bag and winced in pain. With the palms of her hands, Calleigh pushed off the dashboard, pulling herself into a sitting position. The blonde let her head rest back against the passenger seat head-rest until the pain in her neck subsided.
Her head rolled to the left side, emerald green eyes taking in the sight before her.
Horatio's body was slumped against the driver's side door, motionless. Panic built up in her chest, restricting her airways and leaving Calleigh gasping for air. Her eyes widened when the blonde ballistics expert saw the crimson-colored blood oozing from the redhead's head wound. Calleigh desperately wanted to check on her boss and friend but the pain shooting up her side kept her in place.
There was no sound coming from the back of the SUV where forensic psychologist, Dr. Mira Thomas was draped across the black, leather seat her right hand outstretched towards the floor. Pieces of shattered glass littered the backseat and floor, fragments of the glass stuck in Mira's medium-length, brown hair. The lack of noise and movement frightened Calleigh the most.
Frightened. An emotion she didn't like to admit she ever felt, but Calleigh wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing her like this. She wished this was all a nightmare she could wake up from but the figure inching toward the Hummer was very real.
"Had enough playing fun and games Blondie?" His voice sent chills up her spine, the amusement hidden in his tone sliced through her like a knife. The figure raised the gun in his hands up and trained the weapon on her chest. So, this was how she would die? In a crashed car in a field off the highway? Not without a fight. With the strength she could muster, the blonde snaked her left hand around her hip and grabbed the gun holstered at her side. Her efforts would go to waste. The figure laughed mercilessly at her pathetic attempt to fight back and with no signs of remorse on his face he fired the gun.
The bullet ripped through her flesh like lightening striking the sky, the pain coursing through her body, leaving the crime scene investigator feeling numb from her head to her toes. I won't die without fighting back. The words flashed in her mind repeatedly like a neon sign and with her new found courage she raised her weapon and fired.
The sound of the gunshot penetrated the air, destroying the silence that had settled there. The gunman dropped to his knees, then fell face forward into the damp grass, out of the blonde's field of vision. What would happen to him, she wouldn't know as the darkness claimed her and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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TBC?
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-csimiamilover