A/N: This is a really depressing story that could be about any pairing you wish, but anyone who knows me knows that this is about Horatio and Calleigh. The italics are verses some Psalm 55.

The house is quiet. Painfully quiet. Has been ever since that day. You hate being here. It's like it's frozen in time, just waiting for her to come back. But she's not coming back. And no matter how many times you walk these halls, that fact is never going to change.

'Listen to my prayers, O God, do not ignore my plea…'

The air reeks with the metallic stench of blood. The stained sheets are still in a crumpled heap on the bed; the gun still lying innocently in the middle of the dark sea. She once told you that it isn't guns that kill people, its people. Damn her for being right. The gun didn't take her life, she did.

'My thoughts trouble me…'

The thing that really puts you over the edge about the scene before you, is the blood stained Bible on the nightstand. You could scream! She of all people should know that salvation isn't found on the pages of a dusty old book. It lies within yourself.

'My heart is in anguish within me…'

You can't take it anymore. It's mocking you. So, you do the only thing you can; pick the damn book up and throw it across the room. You enjoy the loud slap and the consequential hole it makes as it hits the wall. But the pleasure is temporary, because right next to the hole is a picture of the two of you, taken back when you were happy. You ask God why. Why would he take her from you? You needed her and you loved her, isn't that enough for him?

'…The terrors of death assail me…'

When your anger subsides, you fall to you knees and hang you head because you finally realize it. God isn't listening to you. No matter how many times you pray, it's always going to fall on deaf ears. You can't help but laugh at the irony of the situation: She prays for salvation and dies; you pray for death and you're the one who's saved. What a joke.

'…horror has overwhelmed me…'

When you finally make it to your feet again, you drag yourself out of that hell and into another. The detective in you notices that she took her last breath looking straight into the brightly painted room across the hall. She had insisted on blue before you even knew. That year, you two had never been happier. You felt invincible. Together you had created an amazing new life. Holding him, you held everything. But God took that away from you too.

'I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and the storm…'

You thought he was sleeping. All the time you spend around the dead and you thought he was sleeping. But she didn't. She knew right away. Her screams still haunt you at night. You tried, Lord knows you tried to save him but he was already gone. And he took his mother with him. She may have taken her life, but you took her soul.

'Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the grave.'

It's just too much. Losing everything you love is just too hard on the heart. As you press the barrel to your temple, you thank her for her parting gift.

There's one shot left in the chamber.

FIN