Title: Two Lives

Author: innocent choir girl shannyfish (From Out of the Lab)

Summary: Calleigh Duquesne is kidnapped and isolated from the world. She's trapped between trying to escape and protecting what she treasures most. Crossover with CSI.

Category: Crossover – Ship Ahoy! Calleigh/Horatio

Genres: Established Relationship, Suspense

Characters: Calleigh Duquesne, Horatio Caine, Warrick Brown

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

Chapter: 1 "Meet Abigail Lewis"

Author's Notes: This is my first Miami fic, constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated!

The florescent lights of the supermarket and the long aisles were like going for a walk in the neighborhood. It felt like freedom. Something that Abigail Lewis had learned to live with. She pushed the stray stands of blonde hair out of her face and then smiled down at her little girl as she watched her 'husband' gather some squash and put them into a plastic bag. She thought about the life she missed so desperately as she stood there thinking about how dull her life was now. How empty she felt. Two years before she had been a CSI with Miami-Dade Police Department, she worked with ballistics, back then she had been Calleigh Duquesne.

But that felt more like a lifetime ago…

Calleigh smiled brightly as she and Horatio walked out to their vehicles. They had gotten quite close over the last couple of weeks. Her apartment had been broken into several times, and she had ended up staying with him and one thing had just led to another. She swore that neither of them even realized what had happened until they had woken up the next morning in bed together, not that either complained. She had been happier than she could remember…

"I love that," he told her as he watched her get into her car.

She pulled her door shut, and let her window down. "What?" she questioned, her southern accent highlighting it.

"The sparkle in your eyes…your smile…"

"Not my accent?" she asked since she knew most women loved men with accents.

Horatio smiled down at her, "I love that, too."

Calleigh's smile brightened and a light shade of red shaded her cheeks. She looked down for a minute before looking back at him, "So, I'll see you at CSI?" she asked. Even though they were staying together at his place, and everyone at work knew that…Calleigh still felt the need for separate vehicles. Though everyone knew that she was staying with Horatio, they didn't know that now she and Horatio were romantically involved and she felt like driving to work separately gave her time to compose and get into work mode. She watched as Horatio nodded and made his way to his vehicle. She took the time to pull her hair up into a bun and then secured it into place. Then she placed her sunglasses on, before starting up her car and heading out.

She took a slightly different route than Horatio did, she knew it wasn't necessary, but it was something more unconscious. She had done it one day and Horatio had called her wondering if she was okay… Calleigh just felt better doing it that way. She liked their secret, maybe it was just the whole special feeling…but Calleigh intended on keeping it.

Stopping at a red light, Calleigh heard her cell phone go off, and reached across to her purse on the passenger seat to get it figuring she had plenty of time. Grasping her cell phone, she was about to pull it out when her head hit the steering wheel. Looking up for a brief second, the last thing she remembered seeing was the red light before her head hit the steering wheel and blackness set in.

Two years being forced to live a life that she didn't want had taught her to be grateful to live. Everyday she looked for a way to get her life back, and to be truly happy. The only happiness in her life was Lilith and that was even hard…she had to be a stay-at-home mom who wasn't allowed to leave the house. Miller didn't even let her go out the front door to retrieve mail from the box or out onto the back porch. They lived practically in a prison… She hated it and though she knew that she could try to escape, she was too afraid of what Miller would do to her and Lilith if he caught them.

"Abigail," Miller said and pulled the cart from the front of the basket. "What's next on the list?"

Snapping out of it, she took her list from Lilith and looked it over. She knew how he was; he got upset with her if she didn't tell him the next closest item. If they had to even backtrack one aisle she'd be in trouble. He didn't do things in public, but he would do other things to punish her. Punishments went from something as small as keeping a meal from her to sending Lilith to his mother's and not telling her about it or when Lilith will be returned. So, she tried to be careful. "Romaine Lettuce," she said slowly making sure it was the right item as she spoke it.

Fifteen minutes later they were down the canned soup aisle, Miller had insisted on picking up some because 'cold season' was approaching. She didn't see any sense into it, because the only thing she ever got sick of was him and the house she was imprisoned in. The last time she had been sick had been when she had been forced to give birth to Lilith at home. It had taken her quite some time to bounce back… She was talking to Lilith when a voice had caught her attention, and she knew better than to look, but she couldn't help it. She hadn't heard such sweet words in so long…

"Calleigh?"

Turning, she saw a vaguely familiar face, which put a possible location to where she was living. She couldn't quite remember his name, but she remembered it was a CSI from Las Vegas. Was she in Nevada? In Las Vegas? He never let her see any of the mail, and the fence was high enough to block out any of the backdrop other than the sky. She wanted to tell him right there that she'd been kidnapped and have him take her and Lilith away to safety…to go back to Miami. She wanted to see the beaches again… She wanted to see Horatio…Alexx…her father…and all the people she left behind.

Miller took her arm and pulled her along, "Come along, Abigail," he said firmly.

There would be hell to pay she knew as she lowered her head and went along with Miller as he pushed the shopping cart quickly along towards the checkout. She wanted to look back, to try to tell him something…but she knew she couldn't. "Can I have the pen, so I can mark off what we got?" she asked innocently trying to come up with a way to let the Las Vegas CSI know that she was Calleigh Duquesne and something was wrong… Picking up the list from Lilith, she started to cross off the items they had collected and then slowly wrote a number next to each item on the list. She just hoped that Miller didn't notice. They were small numbers, but she hoped it would help.

She handed the pen back and watched as he tucked it into the diaper bag before she moved to right in front of Lilith as he unpacked the shopping cart. Talking to people was a rule. Even the cashier, she couldn't speak to, she could merely nod and smile. She slowly, and carefully with her hands down and in front of her with Lilith as cover, she started to fold the list up as tiny as possible.

"Excuse me."

Looking back, she saw the CSI there and she moved up a bit, so that he could load as well. She knew she couldn't make any movement towards him, so she looked around and tried to come up with a different way to pass off the note. As Miller moved up and started to talk to the cashier and handle the payment, she picked up a pack of gum and held it up, "Do you mind?" she asked. When Miller gave her a stern look and he shook her head, she tried to look disappointed, but she was really jumping for joy inside. Slipping the note under the package with a finger while it was in the CSI's view, she placed it back into the box of gum and moved back over to the cart. Sure, she'd pay for even asking, but it was worth it.

TBC…