Fifty-Two
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I had issues writing this one, I was very rushed, I do hope it turned out well.
Ryan wanted all of this to end. All of it. Here in front of him were two men from the UK that absolutely at this very moment despised Lila. To his left was Horatio, standing by the window, refusing to leave. The lieutenant was probably afraid that if he left, the two agents could possibly do something to his CSI, but one was never really sure.
"Where is Agent Sharova?" Walker's hands were placed firmly on his hips, "Tell us now, and we'll leave," Brown casted a glance towards the younger more determined agent, "We have ways of finding out, and we'll use every resource on this earth."
Ryan wanted to gulp, sure he was in a lot of sticky situations but never in his entire life has he experienced this, being questioned about a girl friend that is now on the run from murder charges. Great, Lila was a fugitive and probably a newly alerted threat to national security. Life was just great.
Horatio stepped forward slightly, "I'm afraid Mister Wolfe already told you two that he does not know where Miss Sharova is."
Walker came up to Horatio, challenging him, "That's bull shit, and you know it," his voice was low, dangerous. The man then turned back to Brown, "They're holding out on us, I can tell," Horatio shook his head and raised his eyebrows. He was not lying; he wouldn't do that in a situation like this, now was just not the time.
"Walker, calm down," Brown held his hand out slightly as he was now leaning against the wall, "My sincere apologies, Lieutenant, he's young."
"I understand," he flashed a quick look towards Ryan, "Mister Wolfe is telling the truth, we do not know where your agent is, we haven't seen her in a couple of days," Brown nodded and turned to Walker, her was on the verge of bursting out another mouthful of retorts to Horatio's last statement. The younger agent shut his mouth from the look of his superior's face.
Brown moved towards Horatio, holding out his hand, "Very well Lieutenant," his voice too got dangerous, "But if we find out you're holding out on valuable information, we won't be so nice," Horatio gave him a firm shake of the hand.
"Agreed."
Walker snorted and stormed out of the apartment, Brown said another apology before he followed after him. Then Horatio turned towards Ryan and placed his hands on his hips in a signature pose, cocked his head out towards the window watching the two men leave in a silver Mercedes.
"Horatio I-."
"Mister Wolfe, you do realize that your fiancé will soon be a threat to," there was a slight hesitance, "National security."
"I don't understand why," Ryan shook his head; he was trying to clear his head. Three years ago he never would have thought of Lila like that. Then she was gentle, happy, and sweet.
"She killed innocent people," Ryan gazed up at Horatio as if he had said something foreign, "It was an accident but Walker and Brown are pinning those murders on her," he paused, "And Agent Gates, they have evidence of her threatening to kill him," he took in another breath and his saddened eyes gazed at Ryan, "They want to give her the death penalty."
There was another pause, "Lila confided in me last week about killing three people by accident, Gates told her too, she thought he was her superior, that's why she did it," Ryan was dazed, his fiancé spoke to Horatio about her problems and not him?
"She never told me about Gates."
Ryan looked down at his fingers, "H, where is she now?"
"I haven't the slightest idea Mister Wolfe, I haven't the slightest idea."
…
Calleigh waited for Alexx to enter his room once more. She nervously found herself drumming her fingers on the side of her leg subconsciously, eyes taking their turns on Eric before training on the clock by the door. Alexx had told her she'd be back at a certain time, so far she hadn't come back, this worried her greatly. What if Eric's medical case had been pushed back? They wouldn't do that would they? She knew Alexx wouldn't let that happen.
Despite the anticipation for Alexx's return, Calleigh couldn't help but jump at the sound of the door opening. The older woman looked over at Eric solemnly, "Calleigh, honey, it's now or never," she was right. She was always right about these things.
Calleigh chewed on her bottom lip and nodded, her voice was going to be barely audible, she knew it, "Yes, I consent," her lip trembled; tears pricked her eyes like daggers.
Alexx nodded and pulled the clipboard she'd left in the room the last time she checked on him before handing it over to Calleigh. She took a pen from her front pocket, clicked it, and then handed it over to the blonde woman. Calleigh's shaky hand took it hesitantly.
She nervously read over it quickly, chewing her lip still. Blood was now pounding in her ears. The love of her life was now on his deathbed, now she had to make a hasty decision that could cost him his life. She would have to live with that forever.
She scribbled her signature at the end; Alexx took it gently before moving towards Calleigh, the older woman held onto the younger woman for what seemed like hours as she cried. Alexx herself felt a stray tear run down her cheeks. She's seen a lot of emotional cases, but none with this level of intensity. Eric and Calleigh were two of her best friends. She could possibly be ending both of their lives, but this was his only shot at life.
One shot, not another.
Eric must have had really good karma to get this far.
"He'll be okay, he has to be," Alexx heard Calleigh hear as she walked out of the room, "He has to be…"
…
The panels of the dock creaked under her feet as she moved down the long narrow passage. The fresh smell and taste of salt water and the hot sun beating down on the back of her neck invaded three of her senses. The petite woman now gripped a large bottle of sun tan lotion, she flipped open the cap and squeezed it onto her fingertip and brought it up to her face. She placed it underneath her eyes.
The Gulf of Mexico was a hot place, especially on a sunny day.
Also having an entire agency looking out for you just made it even hotter.
She walked to the edge and lowered herself down, sitting down and letting her feet now dangle over the edge. She breathed in the salty smell once more and peeled the hat off her head before running a hand through her now greasy dark brown locks. She wrinkled her nose at the feeling.
Every day she's been telling herself she'll be okay, but she always wonders how the next day will turn out for her…
"Señorita," a voice was heard form behind her, "Now is a good time to leave," Lila turned to look over her shoulder and met the brown eyes of a handsome man. His name was Steven Smith, he was from the U.S. but has been living in Cuba for reasons she's not sure of.
"Of course," she knew her voice was softer than she would have liked, "I'll be over there soon."
"Hurry up, Claire."
"Sure," she looked back over the ocean, hoping Ryan was all right.
Everyone was not fine.
I've had slight writers block :/ That's not too common with me when it comes to this. Yes, calling Lila Claire was deliberate, we'll find out soon.
