Calleigh
balanced herself on the chair, trying to reach the top
shelf.
Cursing herself for not wearing more appropriate clothing for
such
a task. She had removed her highheels and placed the on the
floor
below her, her knee high black silk skirt now sat just below
the
middle of her thigh while her white blouse revealed her well
toned
stomach.
"Son of a bitch." She swore under her breath.
Why
couldn't Yelina just leave her magazines alone? Why? And why in
the
name of God did she have to put them away on the top shelf? For
the
first time in months Calleigh had the opportunity to sit in the
break
room without the boys coming in and playing their annoying
video
games. Just a little further, got it!
Horatio
stood behind Calleigh watching her try and reach the
magazines
he had 'accidentally' placed on the top shelf and then blamed
Yelina
for it. I'm not just a pretty face, he thought to himself. He
watched
as Calleigh grabbed the magazine and squealed in delight. It
was
then she lost her balance. Letting go of the Cosmopolitan
magazine
in an attempt to regain her balance Calleigh fell
backwards.
Calleigh
felt herself fall backwards and braced herself for a rough
landing
but to her surprise she felt a pair of strong arms catch her.
Lifting
her hand she came face to face with Horatio Caine smiling
down
smugly at her.
"And
what do you think you are smiling at Mister?" Calleigh swung
her
arm around his neck.
"My
plan came together just as I had planned." He continued to
smile
at
her.
"What plan would that be?" Calleigh raised her eyebrows at him.
"Catching
the damsel in distress as she falls and then kissing her
senseless.
And that's exactly what he did.
Putting
Calleigh on her feet and brushing off the dust from her
shirt
he walked over and picked Calleigh's magazine up.
"Thank
you, but if you ever do that again I will have to kill you."
Rolling
the magazine up into a ball and whacked Horatio across the
head
with it.
"Kiss
you or plan to have you fall off a chair and into my arms?"
Horatio
rubbed his head.
"Having
me fall off a chair." Calleigh whacked him again and opened
to
the, "Get-it-on game: what's your ultimate role-playing
fantasy?"
section
and smiled.
"Ouch! Stop it! Just hand me the aspirin."