Officer Down

I don't usually write stuff that mirrors episodes, or in this case episodes that were written but never filmed. I do not own this storyline, I did not come up with it.

You might have seen some of my previous works, such as 'Consequences' which is an E/C story along with a Ryan/OC.

I just thought this was an interesting story that was never filmed, soooo, on with it.

Part 1:

The doors to the emergency room burst open revealing a woman on a gurney and a distressed red headed man. The man kept his pace up with the woman as he watched her. So much blood. So much came out of that wound in her right shoulder.

E.R. nurses and doctors swarmed around the blond woman checking her vitals, in a vain attempt to stable her. The red head's blood drained from his face as he watched a nurse remove the bandage covering the gunshot wound.

A nurse looked at him and quickly pushed him away, he wanted to yell at her and tell her that he needed to make sure she would be fine. The nurse shook her head, "Sir, you need to leave," he took one last glance at the blond woman over the nurse's shoulder. He backed away slowly, his hands slightly shaking subconsciously. He looked down at them. Blood.

Crimson red blood stained his hands. He brought them up closer to his face and smelled the rusty scent no other than the blood from the woman. He closed his eyes and made a fist and continued to move farther away. He felt as if he was going to be sick. Out of all the crimes he's seen, this was the one that made his blood boil, his stomach churn.

He left the E.R. due to more requests of the professionals that were responsible in saving the life of Calleigh. He walked along the hallway, people taking glances at him. The man with the un-tucked shirt stained with now-dry blood. His expression was blank. No one knew if she would make a full recovery, if she'll be able to do all the things she loves doing. The thought of Calleigh's face when she learns she might not be able to shoot some of her favourite guns.

But might was the key word.

His mind kept on going back to Calleigh's pale face as blood rushed through the wound immediately. This was the first time she's been shot, no one could ever anticipate the pain it would be, even the ballistics specialist that she was couldn't have an idea.

Horatio pushed the doors open with his forearms as he walked through the parking lot towards nothing. He couldn't lose Calleigh. If he did, Eric and Speed most likely would kill each other over a cup of coffee, not like they didn't now. Observing his team while the engaged each other in playful banter was the highlight of this job, it never got old, even if it was the same thing over and over again, such as Speed taking Eric's coffee, Speed 'misplacing' the remote to the television, the men not picking up after themselves, Calleigh trying to convince Speed that presentation was everything, those kind of things.

"Horatio?" he turned to the worried voice to his left His gaze met the dark eyes of an African American woman. A good friend to the CSI's, Dr. Alexx Woods, M.E, "Are you okay?" no one should endure the sight of seeing a friend take a bullet, even if it wasn't meant for you.

He placed his hands on his hips and looked down then back up at her once more, "It's too soon to tell," he offered her a small smile, she returned it and nodded.

"I'm gonna call the boys," he nodded, "What are we going to do now?"

"Catch the guy."

…

Speed walked into the break room. The smell of Delko's coffee once more swirling around his senses. He stood in the center of the room and looked around. No one. This was the perfect opportunity to go to heaven. He wandered over to the pot and picked up a white coffee cup and as discreetly as he could, he poured himself a hot cup. The he fixed it up the way he liked.

He grinned devilishly as he continued to stir it as he walked over towards the couch that occupied the middle of the break room. He sat down, still nursing his coffee and looked around for the remote. Damn, maybe he should listen to Calleigh and remember to put it on the table instead of leaving it on the couch.

After a few seconds of digging around and finding fifty-three cents and a paper clip, he found what he was looking for. The remote. He hit the power button and CNN instantly came up. The headline right now was "Officer Down!" he shook his head hoping the best for that particular officer.

"Miami-Dade Ballistics Expert Shot…" hit his ears and he choked on the steaming hot liquid. Calleigh? How could she be shot? She was the most careful of them all when it came to that. She always kept good maintenance, she always took precautions, she was the best of them all.

"Delko!" he sat his coffee down and ran as fast as he could out of the break room. People watched him as he ran down the hall, "Delko!" he yelled again continuing to run. Many of the southern lab techs must have thought 'Yankee Speedle' had finally gone insane. Possibly what some were hoping for.

He stopped when he saw Delko standing in the locker room rummaging through his locker, "Delko!" he watched as the Cuban jumped and turned towards him.

"Speed, what the hell?" Delko clutched the side of his locker as he continued to look through its contents.

"It's Calleigh."

Delko didn't seem a bit concerned, "What about Calleigh," he paused, "Did you piss her off again?" Delko's phone went off.

Delko looked down, H. Caine

"Delko," he answered ignoring Speed.

"Cal got shot!" Speed shouted.

Delko turned to look at him, clutching his phone tighter against his ear. He was taking in what Horatio was saying to him. The exact same thing that Speed has just told him a few moments earlier.

Delko gulped, how could this happen to her? To Calleigh? Their Calleigh?

…

Horatio pace in the waiting room during Calleigh's surgery, still thinking of impossible ways he could have saved her from taking that bullet. He stopped for a second and sighed. People continued to watch him, eyes full of confusion and emotion.

The doors opened once more with Calleigh's doctor. She paused before she came towards Horatio with a look of determination in her hazel gaze. She stopped in front of him, "How is she?"

The doctor nodded, "Surgery went well, not too much damage," Horatio let out a sigh of relief, "But she will still need physical therapy," once again, the breath caught in Horatio's throat. He could never imagine Calleigh in a situation like this, "I also expect her to make a full recovery," Horatio nodded, the young doctor bit her lip, "You can see her now, be mindful though, she's just getting off the anesthesia."

Horatio smiled gratefully at the doctor and proceeded towards Calleigh's room. The walk took longer than he initially imagined. He tried to not imagine her covered in machines keeping her alive; he hoped that wasn't the case. Just a few hours ago she already looked so vulnerable.

His hand clutched the handle and he pushed it open and walked in. Instantly the soft beeping of machines made their presence in the room. Soon he was more inside the room. He looked to his right and saw Calleigh on the bed. He let out a sigh of relief. Her vitals looked good. Strong.

He walked over to her and hovered over her for a second before he dragged a chair closer to her. He sat down to he was closer to her height. He looked at her, gazing at her small frame. Her skin looked so pale. Especially compared to the white sheets that she was wrapped in.

She looked vulnerable.

Okay, this will probably be a Two-Shot. I don't know when the next part will be up, but I'm very confident it will be up soon.

I would also admit that I DO NOT have a beta and didn't have time to proofread this and to put the icing on the cake, English IS NOT my first language.

Please review, I really enjoy them.

Leighannamarie