Words of Wisdom

In my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom. - The Beatles, Let It Be

The service had ended but neither made any attempt to leave.

"Why, Cal? Why did they all have to die for my mistakes?" Horatio stared out on the graveyard through his ever present shades.

"Who said they were your mistakes?" Calleigh reached up and pulled the glasses off. He turned to face her.

"Who said they weren't?"

"Touché." She looked up into his eyes before she started to slowly walk. Horatio followed. "You can't blame yourself for every bad thing that happens in life. It hurts too much to live like that." They walked in silence for awhile while she collected her thoughts. "You have done so much good in your life, Horatio, and you continue to do more every day. But it seems to me like you only focus on the bad. It's the one thing I can't figure out about you."

"The one?" He asked skeptically.

"I'm a better detective than you give me credit for Lieutenant. I've had almost eight years to study you. But nice try trying to change the subject." Calleigh stopped walking. She wanted to look him in the eye when she asked her next question. "Why do you hide from the good things in life?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, voice shaking. He knew exactly what she meant; he just didn't want to go there.

"It just seems like you would rather hide in the dark and lick your wounds than be in the light, where there's a possibility that something good might happen." She spoke honestly. Horatio hung his head. Emotions were running way too close to the surface and she was way too good at reading him.

"I can't, Cal. I just can't." He said hoarsely. She didn't push it anymore.

"I'm sorry, Horatio. It isn't my place to delve into your heart." She went to take a step back but he stopped her by taking her hand and pulling her into a hug.

"Thank you, for being here." He whispered as he held her tightly.

"There's no where else I'd rather be."