Calleigh/Horatio fanfic
Moonlight was casting reflections in the pools of water on the pavement outside, lighting up the dew on the grass outside like a thousand diamonds. However, in a line of work such as CSI, you don't have the time to enjoy such beautiful scenery. Instead, Calleigh was standing at her workbench in the ballistics lab examining firearms she had seized from a SWAT raid only a few hours before, still wearing the black military-style uniform.
"Any luck?" Calleigh jumped in fright. She was so engrossed in her work she didn't notice Horatio step in.
Calleigh sighed with relief and put her hand over her heart to recover from the shock. "Not yet," she admitted. "Though I might get changed and come back. This uniform isn't exactly flattering."
"No," said Horatio in his gravelly tone, "I beg to differ."
Calleigh turned to look at him and their eyes met for a few seconds, which seemed to last an eternity. She hastily turned back to her work, and could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed. Horatio shuffled slightly, sensing the tension. "Yeah, uh…call me if you find anything." Calleigh nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the dismantled gun in front of her. Horatio turned to walk towards the door, the sound of his heels puncturing the cold silence. Closing the door after him, he paused to gaze through the sheet glass. He watched her for a few moments – examining the way her blonde ponytail flowed between her slight shoulders and how deftly her slender fingers worked complex tasks. He allowed his mind to drift. He'd never felt this way about Calleigh before. He always thought of her as a co-worker and CSI first, and perhaps a friend second. Now those feelings had…changed. As he looked into her blue eyes only a short while ago, he felt something different; a spark almost. He tried to brush it off as best he could and started back towards his office.
Once there, Horatio found a substantial amount of paperwork to sift through waiting on his desk. He started processing firearms reports, analysing profiles of suspects, and examining forensics write-ups. But still he found thoughts of Calleigh returning to his mind – he couldn't forget that moment, and how it felt, wondering if she felt the same. He signed, running his fingers through his crop of red hair and pulled his phone from his pocket.
Do you want to go for coffee after the shift? H
He sat for a few moments with his thumb hovering over 'send'. He summed up some courage and pressed it. Sending… … … sent. There was no going back now.