Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't intend to make any profit with
this. CSI:Miami and its characters belong to the geniuses who created the
show. Would that were me, though. "Nothing in the World" belongs to Atomic
Kitten.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Pairing: H/C
Spoilers: None
A/N: Here is the second part to the story. It's short I know, but the story will pick up some speed soon.
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i"Sometimes it feels like we're not anchored anywhere"/i
Hours later, Calleigh had finally cried herself to sleep, giving in to the exhaustion and the pressure of her emotional baggage that the day had added. Still, her sleep was haunted by dreams about Horatio. For the few hours that she managed to close her eyes, she was plagued by the images of the day before.
When she woke up at five-thirty she felt like she hadn't slept at all.
Slowly she crawled out of bed, knowing that her alarm clock would ring in an hour anyway and there was no way that she would fall asleep again. She went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and while she waited for the machine to finish, she contemplated calling in sick for work. In the end she decided against it, what difference would it make, took her coffee and went out on the balcony to watch the sun rise over Miami.
Looking out into the pearly dawn Calleigh saw the sun slowly climb up over the horizon, basking the city in a warm, golden glow. A little while later she finished her coffee, diverted her eyes from the beauty of the sunrise, showered and got ready for work; ready to face Horatio and possibly Yelina.
Her cell phone rang just as she walk out her front door.
"Duquesne!", she said, sounding harsher than she had intended.
"Calleigh, we just got a call to a crime scene. 1210 Bay Park Lane. Can you meet us there?"
In the early morning Tim sounded even grumpier than she did and for a moment Calleigh smiled and it seemed that the day had just gotten a little brighter.
"Sure, I'll be there in twenty minutes. What happened?", she asked.
"We don't really know yet. A neighbor heard multiple gunshots from the house next door. The police are there, but we haven't heard what they found inside yet. We're on our way there. ", Speed told her.
"Make that fifteen minutes. I'll meet you there as soon as possible!", Calleigh stated and hung up.
Not knowing what they were going to find at the crime scene, she started the car and headed out into Miami morning traffic, her own problems momentarily forgotten.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Pairing: H/C
Spoilers: None
A/N: Here is the second part to the story. It's short I know, but the story will pick up some speed soon.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
i"Sometimes it feels like we're not anchored anywhere"/i
Hours later, Calleigh had finally cried herself to sleep, giving in to the exhaustion and the pressure of her emotional baggage that the day had added. Still, her sleep was haunted by dreams about Horatio. For the few hours that she managed to close her eyes, she was plagued by the images of the day before.
When she woke up at five-thirty she felt like she hadn't slept at all.
Slowly she crawled out of bed, knowing that her alarm clock would ring in an hour anyway and there was no way that she would fall asleep again. She went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and while she waited for the machine to finish, she contemplated calling in sick for work. In the end she decided against it, what difference would it make, took her coffee and went out on the balcony to watch the sun rise over Miami.
Looking out into the pearly dawn Calleigh saw the sun slowly climb up over the horizon, basking the city in a warm, golden glow. A little while later she finished her coffee, diverted her eyes from the beauty of the sunrise, showered and got ready for work; ready to face Horatio and possibly Yelina.
Her cell phone rang just as she walk out her front door.
"Duquesne!", she said, sounding harsher than she had intended.
"Calleigh, we just got a call to a crime scene. 1210 Bay Park Lane. Can you meet us there?"
In the early morning Tim sounded even grumpier than she did and for a moment Calleigh smiled and it seemed that the day had just gotten a little brighter.
"Sure, I'll be there in twenty minutes. What happened?", she asked.
"We don't really know yet. A neighbor heard multiple gunshots from the house next door. The police are there, but we haven't heard what they found inside yet. We're on our way there. ", Speed told her.
"Make that fifteen minutes. I'll meet you there as soon as possible!", Calleigh stated and hung up.
Not knowing what they were going to find at the crime scene, she started the car and headed out into Miami morning traffic, her own problems momentarily forgotten.