with! This is just the first chapter, I have more
written. I wanted to see the reaction I get from this
part.
pairing: j/c (sorta) eventually s/c (maybe)
disclaimer:I don't own these beautiful people,
although I wish I did
A/N: This contains mentions of abuse , so if that
bothers you I advise you turn back now. If your a fan
of John Hagan , I would also advise turning back.
rating:R just to be safe
The night was cold. Too cold for the likes of the angst ridden, blonde, who was accustom to the warm tropical heat that the southern city provided. But tonight the overly air conditioned room was being heated.
She sat cuddled up in a fleece blanket, no make up on, hair pulled back in a messy bun, with little locks hanging around her face. The comfy gray sweatshirt with purple lettering, and the light blue worn-in pajama bottoms hung loosely on her tiny frame.
She watched as the rain pounded down on the city. A cup Sleepytime tea warmed her cheek, as a stormed brewed inside her head.
She had been lonely, he had been persistent, and somehow she had ended up in his bed, had ended up becoming his lover and his girlfriend.
But now he was being coming possessive and controlling. She had stopped wearing her dress suits when she had first started sleeping with him, but now she was back to wearing them, this time to hide the malicious bruises he left on her.
She knew she had to end it, but how she was going to get out of it with out being killed in the process was beyond her.
He had made threats, he had told her that if she ever left him that he would kill her, and she knew he could do it too. She needed help, and that was that. But asking for help had always been her weakness. She didn't want to have to disrupt others lives just because lil' ole' her had a problem.
But being a CSI had taught her that no matter how hard this was for her she had to get help. She knew if she didn't she would end up as another one of those women that she saw on a regular basis, coming into the morgue because they didn't have the courage or the will to get out of the relationship.
It seemed like if she stayed she was damned, and if she left she was damned as well. The abuse had only been going on for a few weeks, but she couldn't take it anymore. She had been abused like this once before in her life, and vowed then never to be the victim again.
That's way on that blustery night in the usually sunny city of Miami, she picked up the phone and made the phone call that would break the cycle of hurt in her life. She called the one person who would believe her, the one person who would help her get through this mess she had gotten herself into.
The tears of shame escaped her eye's as she dialed the all too familiar number. It rang twice, before the deep male voice answered. It's brooding tone was suprisingly comforting to her.
"Hey Tim it's me, Calleigh..." she said shakily.
"Hey Cal, whats up? You okay?" his voice becoming laced with concern and worry from the vulnerability in her voice.
Calleigh concentrated hard on not letting herself breakdown well she was on the phone with this wonderful man, with whom she had never wanted to see her as a damsel in distress.
"Actually Tim, I'm not okay," she said slowly. The tears of mixed emotions streamed down her pale face.
"Calleigh your scaring me. What happened?" his voice urgent and fearful.
"I need you to help.. help me." Calleigh said calmly, but her voice faltering slightly from the tears. "When I first told you about my relationship with John, you told me that if he ever laid a hand on my to tell you..." her voice trailed off, and Tim could hear her trying to control her breathing and her emotion's.
The rage began to form inside of him. He had never imagined that she would actually have to make this phone call. He had made sure she knew that he would be there for her if anything were to happen, but that had only been precautionary. He hadn't expected John Hagan to actually be abusive toward her. A little possessive maybe, but not abusive. Although lately she had started to show the sign's that something wasn't right.
She wasn't as cheery anymore, and whenever anyone came up behind her or even touched her she flinched or let a slight screech. Not to mention her style change right in the middle of a heat wave. He had wanted her to come to him first, before he would ask her about it, and he felt grateful that she had.
"Calleigh , you don't have to explain yourself right now," he said gently. " Go pack a bag, and get everything you might need. I think it would be best if you stayed with me for a few days, so we can figure out how to deal with this. Is that okay with you?" he asked, knowing that forcing her to leave would be the worst thing to do at this time. The only way to help her was to let her lead the way.
"Okay. Thank you Tim," she said gratefully, as she headed into her bedroom to pack. " I knew that you would help me throught this. I feel so stupid for even getting myself into this situation, but I'm just glad that I have the support of a great friend like you." she said sincerely.
"Calleigh you know damn well that this isn't your fault, and you also know that I will always support you, okay," Tim said intensely, but softening toward the end.
" Okay, thanks again Tim," she said with a smile in her voice. This caused him to smile as well.
"I'll come and pick you up in, say 20 minutes,alright?" Tim asked as he got up off the couch, where he had been watching the baseball game.
"That would be great, see you then." she said as she started throwing cloths into a large duffel bag.
"Bye" he said before hanging up the phone.