Title isn't that great but it ties into the story. I haven't written in a while so reviews would be appreciated.
btw: i own nothing *sad face*
Calleigh had decided to have a quiet Christmas this year. Horatio had given the team the week off and she had decided to go up to Ontario for a truly White Christmas. Her presents were given out and she had received hers. Everyone had been telling her she needed a break especially after the kidnapping so she decided they were right. She deserved a vacation no matter how short it was and what better place to be a Christmas time then the fluffy white north?
She had been incredibly lucky. A snow storm had blown in a few minutes after her flight landed and most of the flights were being delayed or cancelled. She managed to find a cab and get to her hotel before it became a total white out which she was very grateful for. Her room had a beautiful view of the park that was across the street not that she could really see it with the snow and all. After she had unpacked the few articles of cold weather clothes she had and decided there had to be a few corny Christmas specials on and nothing went better with Christmas specials than hot chocolate. She called room service and ordered hot chocolate as well as some dinner her long flight had left her peckish. As she watched A Christmas Story she let her mind wander back to when her father had given her, her first pellet gun.
"Oh Daddy I love it!" yelled a 7 year old Calleigh.
"I thought you would, Lambchop. But you have to promise you won't point it at any animals, or your brothers for that matter" Duke said chuckling.
"Aw Daddy it won't really hurt them."
"Maybe not but it's not right to point guns people. Any kind. Keep that in mind"
"I will. Can you teach me how to shoot it now?"
"Sure thing."
That had been before he started to drink. The happy times were sometimes harder to remember since there had been so few and they were long ago. A tear slid down her face and she wiped it away quickly. "Crying is a sign of weakness," she thought to herself. That had been another lesson her father taught her, not one of the better ones.
She looked up to see the movie credits rolling and the television clock said it was after midnight. Bed was the only thing on her mind at that point so she dragged her feet into the bedroom put on pajamas and let herself slip into dreamless slumber.