Unprocessed Evidence
1x11 - Camp Fear
by Bookwormdragon
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Today, thought Horatio as he looked down on the silent lab, today had been a Bad Day.
First, a troubled young girl had tragically lost her life. Then, to make matters worse, his mentor and one of his oldest friends had up and quit, just like that. No warning, no notice. Just - gone.
That was the cruelest part of it: Megan hadn't just quit, she had burned her bridges and salted the earth behind her on the way out. He had thought that they were friends - but instead of telling him personally, she had ducked his calls and used their co-workers as messengers.
And to leave a message like that with the Front Desk! He could already hear the whispers: "Didn't you know, they were having an affair! He was stalking her. She blamed him for her husband's death. He took advantage of her grief. She hated him for taking her job. They had a fight. She took out a restraining order against him." And on and on and on. It was a slap in the face, a betrayal of everything they had been to each other.
Even so, there was a tiny part of him that was envious: she had left. She had done what he had never been able to do, and left. He loved his job, he truly did, but there were days when he would have given anything to be a stockbroker or a bank teller.
Days like today, for example: discovering that a mother had basically prostituted her own daughter for nothing more then momentary glory.
But Law Enforcement was more than just a job or a paycheck to him. It was a Sacred Calling, a Holy Purpose. And like any Calling, it consumed his life, gave him direction, made him the person he was. It was in his blood, in his bones. Justice had seized him in Her implacable grasp, and, try as he might, he would never escape.
Never.