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Focus
Horatio Caine had always recognized the fact that there were always to many people at a crime scene. The only people who really needed to be here were him and his team.
His team. That thought had him glancing there way.
Speed- always ready with a sarcastic, often humorous comment concerning the scene. Reliable, but more often then not, late.
Eric- Always willing to dive head first into any situation, both literally and figuratively. He always seemed to a have a smile ready for the press or any pretty ladies, often both.
Alexx- their resident mystic. She had a way of seeing things, people, the way no one else could. It almost felt like she could read your thoughts and your deepest emotions.
And finally there was Calleigh.
She laid credence to the phrase good things come in small packages. She was like TNT and honey wrapped together: she could be sweet and smooth one minute and a tigress the next. She could be stubborn, contrary and devious.
She was also the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes upon.
Which could also explain the presence of all the extra people at the scene, as well as why most of the heads were turned in he direction rather that the actual crime scene.
As if sensing his eyes upon her, Calleigh turned in his direction and smiled brightly. That smile that never failed to send a tingling down his spine. As she turned back to her work, he couldn't help but admire the way the sun seemed to turn her hair to molten gold.
Horatio shook himself. Now was not the time to be distracted, he had scene to process.
Back at the lab later on
They had almost nothing. The victim was a thirty-five year old real estate agent for Arizona. She was five-four, 175 pounds, had blonde hair blue eyes and enjoyed hockey. They knew everything their was to know about the victim except the most important facts, Who killed her and Why.
The killer had left nothing behind except a dead body and the two bullets that killed her.
All they knew about him was that he was approximately 6 foot five, and therefore most probably a man, and that he carried a 9mm Desert Eagle containing hollow point bullets. All of the information was thanks to Calleigh and her extensive knowledge of firearms, which only affirmed his belief that she was the world's most perfect women.
Beauty, Brains and an accent that he couldn't get enough of wrapped up in a body to die for. Again he had to mentally shake himself to keep on track. But the more he tried to focus on the data before the more his mind seemed to wander in Calleigh's direction.
Finally after half and hour of frustration he gave in and went looking for his distraction.
He found her exactly where he thought he would, in the ballistics lab working hard on the evidence they had collected earlier. And by the look of things she was getting close to destroying a valuable but obviously un- cooperative piece of equipment.
He moved in closer, carefully shutting the door behind him. Stepping closer he softy placed his hands on her shoulders.
He barely escaped receiving a well aimed right hook to the mid section. Just as her fist was about to connect, he quickly stepped back causing her to over balance and fall. Unluckily for him, as the feel she grabbed onto the closest thing, his arm and succeeded in taking him down with her.
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Focus
Horatio Caine had always recognized the fact that there were always to many people at a crime scene. The only people who really needed to be here were him and his team.
His team. That thought had him glancing there way.
Speed- always ready with a sarcastic, often humorous comment concerning the scene. Reliable, but more often then not, late.
Eric- Always willing to dive head first into any situation, both literally and figuratively. He always seemed to a have a smile ready for the press or any pretty ladies, often both.
Alexx- their resident mystic. She had a way of seeing things, people, the way no one else could. It almost felt like she could read your thoughts and your deepest emotions.
And finally there was Calleigh.
She laid credence to the phrase good things come in small packages. She was like TNT and honey wrapped together: she could be sweet and smooth one minute and a tigress the next. She could be stubborn, contrary and devious.
She was also the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes upon.
Which could also explain the presence of all the extra people at the scene, as well as why most of the heads were turned in he direction rather that the actual crime scene.
As if sensing his eyes upon her, Calleigh turned in his direction and smiled brightly. That smile that never failed to send a tingling down his spine. As she turned back to her work, he couldn't help but admire the way the sun seemed to turn her hair to molten gold.
Horatio shook himself. Now was not the time to be distracted, he had scene to process.
Back at the lab later on
They had almost nothing. The victim was a thirty-five year old real estate agent for Arizona. She was five-four, 175 pounds, had blonde hair blue eyes and enjoyed hockey. They knew everything their was to know about the victim except the most important facts, Who killed her and Why.
The killer had left nothing behind except a dead body and the two bullets that killed her.
All they knew about him was that he was approximately 6 foot five, and therefore most probably a man, and that he carried a 9mm Desert Eagle containing hollow point bullets. All of the information was thanks to Calleigh and her extensive knowledge of firearms, which only affirmed his belief that she was the world's most perfect women.
Beauty, Brains and an accent that he couldn't get enough of wrapped up in a body to die for. Again he had to mentally shake himself to keep on track. But the more he tried to focus on the data before the more his mind seemed to wander in Calleigh's direction.
Finally after half and hour of frustration he gave in and went looking for his distraction.
He found her exactly where he thought he would, in the ballistics lab working hard on the evidence they had collected earlier. And by the look of things she was getting close to destroying a valuable but obviously un- cooperative piece of equipment.
He moved in closer, carefully shutting the door behind him. Stepping closer he softy placed his hands on her shoulders.
He barely escaped receiving a well aimed right hook to the mid section. Just as her fist was about to connect, he quickly stepped back causing her to over balance and fall. Unluckily for him, as the feel she grabbed onto the closest thing, his arm and succeeded in taking him down with her.
Please review if you want more.