Part Two - Undone
Disclaimers: Err nope still don't own nowt, except 5 dogs, that I wouldn't wish on anyone right now! You wanna sue? you get the dogs! ;o) and I'll throw the kids in as a bonus!
Chapter One
He chuckled to himself, as he climbed down from the hummer outside the lab, Calleigh's words ringing in his ears! Jeez was it going to be fun finding out! After the entire weekend practically spent in bed he still hadn't managed to worm it out of her what she'd been dreaming about. He conceded that he'd made a breakthrough when she had told him one day she'd show him. The torture was pleasantly thrilling, but yet he was getting impatient.
Work was going to be a nightmare, they had decided that they wanted to keep their newly blossomed romance to themselves for now, but Horatio wanted to shout it from the rooftops. The stupid grin on his face, was more than likely going to tell the world anyway. He practically had to stop himself skipping like a school kid to the front doors. Collecting himself for a minute he slid on his professional mask and quietly entered the building. Stopping at reception he picked up his messages and made his way upto his office. Opening the door he almost turned round and walked straight back out. There was a heap of paperwork a mile deep sat on the edge of it. He was glad Calleigh wasn't due back into work until tomorrow, time to collect his thoughts and work out the best plan of action. Glancing out of the window he could see the clouds looming on the horizon and made a wish that it would rain, and soon. The humidity was horrendous.
Curled up in the big leather sofa, in Horatio's living room, the deep chocolate cushions moulding around, her as she gazed at the Laptop screen. As the light started to fade, the orange glow of sunlight through the wooden blinds was being replaced by the yellow grey tinge of clouds rolling in. Fast stripping the daylight from the room. The early morning air, still thick and humid. His white T-shirt, clinging to her clammy skin, with the moisture in the air. Moisture, that the sun wasn't going to allow to settle without, a battle. Calleigh was glad she didn't have to go to work today. It had been like this, all the previous week. All the weekend, the rain threatening, but the sun fighting back and pushing the clouds back out to sea. A low groaning, rumble of thunder, far away out over the horizon, reached her ears. Dreamily, she tapped her pencil against her teeth. It had been a hell of a weekend, the heat, and the sweat, and Horatio. Oh my Lord Horatio. There had been a bolt out of the blue, well not quite. She knew something was about to happen but that! Never in her life had she thought Horatio capable. To just burst in like that and slam her against the wall, Oh my. She put the pencil down, and closed the laptop, climbing out of her spot on the sofa she walked over to the windows. Infact she' realised she had totally under estimated him, Ok, yes agreed, when she thought about it, and with hindsight... God, hindsight is such a wonderful thing! She should, really have seen it. Horatio was far too intense to be anything other than...like that. Thinking about the weekend they had just spent together she reached out and tilted the blinds letting more of the clouds into the room. The light had faded to silver now and the sun was blanketed by the grey mass approaching slowly over the sea. Her mind wandering, she wondered what he was doing and fought off a sudden urge, just to hear his voice.
Horatio leaned back in his chair staring at the pile of work stacked up over the weekend. God Miami was murder! In all, it's contexts. The heat was bringing out the idiots bent on causing trouble and by the looks of it, they'd had fun over the past two days. Wondering if, it had been the very heat, that had flipped him over the edge of that wonderful self-control. He pondered his actions, what the hell would he have done if she'd have pushed him away, god that was something he didn't want to think about. He pinched himself just to make sure he hadn't been asleep and dreamed the whole thing. Wrong thing to do! Dream, oh yes it certainly was going to be fun finding out. He couldn't wait for the day to be over so he could get home. Home to Calleigh who was hopefully still ensconced in his T-shirt on his couch. In his house. The image was going to overwhelm him and he picked up a case file. He needed to concentrate on work, but it wasn't going to happen. Not in this lifetime, not until he knew for definite exactly what she'd been dreaming! Why was today going to be the longest in his life?
Calleigh was feeling the same way, the day dragged, painfully slowly on. The rain when it came did little, to strip the humidity from the air. Almost as soon as it started it was over and the sun was belting down relentlessly on Miami's suffering inhabitants. The air conditioning was slowly driving her insane; one-minute she was too hot the next too cold. Why is it that air conditioning never does what it says on the tin? She slumped down on the sofa and stared at the clock on the wall, the minute hand she swore wasn't moving. That was it no more sitting around, she couldn't stand it a minute longer. Getting up she wandered through to the bedroom and found her discarded trousers in the corner, where they'd been thrown that morning when Horatio had pounced on her before going to work. Looking up she caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped, The bed hair effect had seriously kicked in, Lord she'd never get a comb through it, the birds nest of knots at the back would do for her if she tried. Routing threw the bed sheets she found her hair tie and raked it back into a form of bigger knot! Scrambling into her trousers propped on one leg as she reached the hall, hopping and stumbling she managed to get them relatively straight before she took one glance back at the clock and headed for the door. Slipping her feet into her shoes was painful to say the least but she managed and headed out into the stifling early evening air. She knew one thing she had to get to the lab, she had to see Horatio one day apart and she decided it was murder.