Retired
Rating: K
Spoilers: none
Summary: post-show motivation
Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue.
Author's note: I could be better with gun specifics, but enh
Early on the first morning of his retirement Horatio made his slow but determined way to a bridge several miles from his home. The navy water below was slow and deep. He stared at it a moment, then began expertly disassembling his unloaded personal firearm. One by one he heaved the components into the startling blue water. He had seen more than a lifetime's worth of lives touched and taken by such machinery. Friends and family, neighbors, complete strangers whose hands were forced by situation or scheme. Guns were a necessary evil in his world, but no longer in his hands. He held the slide last, sighted along the barrel to where the sun had just risen, and threw.