AN: Only borrowing the characters for a short time...
Calleigh Duquene was alone in the break area that they used as a lunch room. It was quiet. Alone and peaceful, just as she liked it.
Working for Miami-Dade crime scene investigational department did not usually give Calleigh what she desired in the form of relaxation but she generally didn't mind. She knew when she signed up for the job years ago what the score would be.
Tim Speedle walked with purpose through the Miami-Dade crime building. He was currently not on a case, surprisingly, but he did need to talk to his supervisor, Horatio Caine. He stuck his head in the nearest break room to see Calleigh eating her sandwich. Even when eating she appeared to have poise.
A look around showed Horatio was not present.
"Hey, Cal. Have you seen H?"
She shook her head, long blond hair moving off her shoulder and against her back. "I haven't seen him. He would have found you if we had a case, Speed."
"No, I know that. I was needing his...opinion on something but he appears to be hiding."
Calleigh smiled slightly as she brushed the crumbs off her fingers. "He will appear when you lest expect it."
Horatio Caine was a man made of solid principles and a sharp desire to help those in need, alive or dead. He expected everyone around him, including his team, to pull their own weight and freely give their help to others. When someone didn't do their job, they received the wraith of Horatio Caine.
Horatio was surprised to see some magazines sitting on the bathroom counter and was happy to make use of them as he used the facilities. He was enthralled in an article that featured a new vest for police officers as his hand reached out to grab some toilet paper, only to hit the cardboard roll symbolizing emptiness.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
A look told him the toilet paper dispenser was empty at 12:15. The back up roll was empty was well.
"Hell." He thought long and hard about his predicament before looking back down at the magazine he was currently holding. Conceding, he tore the pages out to use as TP.
Once he finished and was out of his stall, bits and pieces of the glossy magazine paper swirling around in the toilet bowl, he checked the other stalls to look at their supply.
Two empty cardboard rolls stared back at him from the other three stalls.
Horatio stopped to wash his hands and then started investigating the bathroom for the toilet paper supply. Under the sink there were some extra soap dispensers and paper towel packages but no more toilet paper.
Frustrated, he searched the rest of the room to find no hidden compartments or supply closets. Rubbing his face, he tried to think of where he had seen the janitor go for supplies but his mind turned to blank.
Horatio Caine stormed out of the room, heading for the person who knew everything. Alexx.