Title: Tomorrow chap three - Sorry
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: H's memory.
A/N: Thanks to Steph
-Sorry-
Sitting in his office Horatio remembered the rain.
He remembered the way her hair had fallen lovingly around her face, caressing it like a wild sea against its placid shore.
"May I come in?" did he stutter? He wasn't sure.
Soaking wet he stood there, head toe, but she didn't mind. He knew she wouldn't mind.
"Horatio? Of course." she smiled slightly as she stepped aside and motioned him in.
He loved it when she smiled.
He loved it when she said his name.
"What are you doing here?" she glanced at the clock; it was too late to be visiting. He knew that.
"Why are you here?" she wasn't angry, he knew she wouldn't be, but it was a good question. Why was he here?
"I was worried." she raised her perfectly sculptured eyebrow.
It was true; he was worried, about a lot of things, all of them concerning her… her and his future, her in his future.
"About what?" she asked, her smile becoming an equally attractive smirk.
He would never see her smile to much; he would die to be without that smile.
"You." What else could he say? Every thing was her.
The next second, the next day, the rest of his life he worried about it all.
If he couldn't have her in it.
"Cal?" the voice came from down the hall, "Who is it?"
"No one," she answered to a face she couldn't see. "Sweety," that stung, "go back to sleep."
She returned her gaze to Horatio still smiling but seeming self conscious now.
Horatio could see something in her eyes now, he couldn't quite read her, never could but could it be guilt? No. Regret? Maybe. Sadness even?
What ever it was she hid it well behind that smile.
Her smile.
A smile he realized now he couldn't have.
He had to leave, to go, just get away, he had to.
"I'm sorry Calleigh, I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry." He turned quickly and paused as he reached the hall outside her apartment door. "See you at work."
He tried to smile at her; a smile he knew wouldn't reach his eyes.
He wondered if it ever would.
Calleigh closed the door and wisped to the man she loved. Whispered to the man who was gone.
"I'm sorry."
Horatio closed the file on his desk, content that enough work had been done in one night, and of the opinion he needed sleep.
In his dreams he still had her.
Always would.
And Horatio went home, alone, to dream of the woman he loved.
Always would.
Author: CSIMagenta
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: H's memory.
A/N: Thanks to Steph
-Sorry-
Sitting in his office Horatio remembered the rain.
He remembered the way her hair had fallen lovingly around her face, caressing it like a wild sea against its placid shore.
"May I come in?" did he stutter? He wasn't sure.
Soaking wet he stood there, head toe, but she didn't mind. He knew she wouldn't mind.
"Horatio? Of course." she smiled slightly as she stepped aside and motioned him in.
He loved it when she smiled.
He loved it when she said his name.
"What are you doing here?" she glanced at the clock; it was too late to be visiting. He knew that.
"Why are you here?" she wasn't angry, he knew she wouldn't be, but it was a good question. Why was he here?
"I was worried." she raised her perfectly sculptured eyebrow.
It was true; he was worried, about a lot of things, all of them concerning her… her and his future, her in his future.
"About what?" she asked, her smile becoming an equally attractive smirk.
He would never see her smile to much; he would die to be without that smile.
"You." What else could he say? Every thing was her.
The next second, the next day, the rest of his life he worried about it all.
If he couldn't have her in it.
"Cal?" the voice came from down the hall, "Who is it?"
"No one," she answered to a face she couldn't see. "Sweety," that stung, "go back to sleep."
She returned her gaze to Horatio still smiling but seeming self conscious now.
Horatio could see something in her eyes now, he couldn't quite read her, never could but could it be guilt? No. Regret? Maybe. Sadness even?
What ever it was she hid it well behind that smile.
Her smile.
A smile he realized now he couldn't have.
He had to leave, to go, just get away, he had to.
"I'm sorry Calleigh, I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry." He turned quickly and paused as he reached the hall outside her apartment door. "See you at work."
He tried to smile at her; a smile he knew wouldn't reach his eyes.
He wondered if it ever would.
Calleigh closed the door and wisped to the man she loved. Whispered to the man who was gone.
"I'm sorry."
Horatio closed the file on his desk, content that enough work had been done in one night, and of the opinion he needed sleep.
In his dreams he still had her.
Always would.
And Horatio went home, alone, to dream of the woman he loved.
Always would.