Title: The Fake Engagement
Rating: PG-13...for now...
Pairing: Horatio/Calleigh, Hagen/OC
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot, Maria Rodriguez,
MacKenzie Adams and Sally Johnson.
A/N: Wow...I'm just getting hit with so many fic ideas...lol...I wrote this
chapter at 2:00 am yesterday...er...today...no, wait...it would be at 3:00 am
because of the daylights saving thingy. About my last story, "Their Song",
I just wanted to let you guys know that I made the lyrics up, but I didn't
write that it belonged to me in the disclaimer, so here it is. And I know
telemarketers don't leave messages on your answering machine, but play
along, okay? And the pink Doodle-Bear? I got the idea from me...I have one
and her names Miss Doodles...she really very cuddly. [Silence] I'll let you
read the story now... Toodles! [Slinks off]
The Fake Engagement [1/?]
Calleigh slammed the door of her two-room apartment shut, holding her mail. She threw her black messenger bag on the floor along with her black leather jacket. Besides the fact that she was impeccably dressed in her denim skirt that reached just above her knees, a white blouse and a pair of black suede knee-high boots, she was majorly stressed out. Rubbing her temples, she walked into her kitchen and pressed her message replay button on the answering machine.
She filled up her coffeepot with water, as a chirpy voice penetrated the thick silence.
"You have *three* messages!"
Calleigh shot the machine an aggravated glance, tossing back two aspirins with a glass of water. Slumping into the chair at the breakfast table, she sighed. The first two messages were from annoying telemarketers, but the last one caught Calleigh's attention.
"Hey there, Calleigh. Hope you haven't forgotten me. Anyway, I just called to make sure you got my wedding invitation in the mail. You know...with Sally Johnson?" Detective John Hagen's voice was boyishly happy, while he talked about his wife-to-be.
Calleigh almost turned the table over, grabbing the pile of envelopes and ravaged through them. Sure enough, there it was. Complete with frills, glitter, and flowery writing. The works. Calleigh groaned and returned back to the message.
"...Oh, wait, Cal...Sally wants to say a word." There was loud static but eventually a high-pitched female voice came on.
"Oh, Kellie!!!" Sally's voice pierced Calleigh's eardrums, like a bunch of poisoned daggers, and the mispronunciation of her voice didn't help the problem.
"I can't believe we're already getting married!! It just seemed like we met a few weeks ago!"
Calleigh couldn't resist the urge to say, "It *was* five weeks ago!"
Sally continued, "I hope you can make it, because I want you to be my bridesmaid, because John has said so many good things about you!"
John's voice came back on, "Call me back, okay, Cal? Bye for now."
The machine clicked off, and Calleigh let out a cry of frustration.
Could her day get any worse? First she got in late to work, due to the friggin' daytime savings time. Then she realized that everyone around her had a 'special someone.'
Eric had his new girl; Maria Rodriguez and Tim had MacKenzie Adams. The only person that was like Calleigh was Horatio.
*Horatio...* Calleigh thought wistfully. To top of her worst day ever, she had gotten in a loud, unnecessary fight with her handsome Lieutenant, about something she couldn't remember. And now John Hagen's wedding? Picking up the invitation, she opened it up, and scanned it over when something caught her attention.
"Calleigh Duquesne + Guest" Calleigh froze, her eyes re-reading the sentence to make sure she wasn't imagining it due to fatigue. Nope, it was still there. Calleigh grabbed her phone and dialed Hagen's number that was listed on the invitation.
"John Hagen." Hagen's voice crackled through the phone and she jumped at his voice.
"John! Hi! It's me, Calleigh!" Calleigh rolled her eyes at her own perky voice.
"Cal? Hey, did you get the invitation?" Hagen's voice was full of question.
"Yeah, I did...it's really nice. Really. Listen, about that. I was reading it through and it says, 'Calleigh and Guest'...?' She trailed off, hoping that Hagen figured out what she was hinting at.
"Oh!" Hagen's voice had a tinge of smugness to it. "Cal, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. You can come alone...if you not involved with someone at the moment."
Calleigh fumed, how dare he? Well, from now on, according to him, she *was* involved.
"As a matter of fact, John," Calleigh began briskly, "I *am* seeing someone." She couldn't stop but Calleigh, being the stubborn, competitive person she was, was on a roll. "He...engaged to me last night!"
Her blue-green eyes widened at the last statement, but Hagen interrupted her frantic thoughts.
"Well, congratulations! Who is he?" Calleigh glanced around her apartment as if her pink Doodle-Bear on her bed would give her the answer. Eric, no, he had Maria. Tim, no, he had Mackenzie. That left...
"Horatio." Calleigh answered slowly.
"Really? Horatio Caine? Always thought there was something between you two. Well, since you have to come early, see you in 3 days! Bye." The line went dead and Calleigh stared at the phone in horror and shock.
"Horatio Caine?!!" Calleigh let out in a scream. "Duquesne, what are you sniffing??" Running his last comment through her head, she paused, her brow furrowed. "Always thought there was something between you two." She smiled slightly, and then the big picture hit her like an army of red-dotted-black ants crawling over her skin.
She had to ask her boss, the man she was currently in a fight with, the Lieutenant Horatio Caine, to pretend to be her fiancé, for a week at his rivals wedding. Only two words could describe this situation. Calleigh uttered them, as her head hit the table with a loud thump, in exhaustion.
"Oh, shit."
The Fake Engagement [1/?]
Calleigh slammed the door of her two-room apartment shut, holding her mail. She threw her black messenger bag on the floor along with her black leather jacket. Besides the fact that she was impeccably dressed in her denim skirt that reached just above her knees, a white blouse and a pair of black suede knee-high boots, she was majorly stressed out. Rubbing her temples, she walked into her kitchen and pressed her message replay button on the answering machine.
She filled up her coffeepot with water, as a chirpy voice penetrated the thick silence.
"You have *three* messages!"
Calleigh shot the machine an aggravated glance, tossing back two aspirins with a glass of water. Slumping into the chair at the breakfast table, she sighed. The first two messages were from annoying telemarketers, but the last one caught Calleigh's attention.
"Hey there, Calleigh. Hope you haven't forgotten me. Anyway, I just called to make sure you got my wedding invitation in the mail. You know...with Sally Johnson?" Detective John Hagen's voice was boyishly happy, while he talked about his wife-to-be.
Calleigh almost turned the table over, grabbing the pile of envelopes and ravaged through them. Sure enough, there it was. Complete with frills, glitter, and flowery writing. The works. Calleigh groaned and returned back to the message.
"...Oh, wait, Cal...Sally wants to say a word." There was loud static but eventually a high-pitched female voice came on.
"Oh, Kellie!!!" Sally's voice pierced Calleigh's eardrums, like a bunch of poisoned daggers, and the mispronunciation of her voice didn't help the problem.
"I can't believe we're already getting married!! It just seemed like we met a few weeks ago!"
Calleigh couldn't resist the urge to say, "It *was* five weeks ago!"
Sally continued, "I hope you can make it, because I want you to be my bridesmaid, because John has said so many good things about you!"
John's voice came back on, "Call me back, okay, Cal? Bye for now."
The machine clicked off, and Calleigh let out a cry of frustration.
Could her day get any worse? First she got in late to work, due to the friggin' daytime savings time. Then she realized that everyone around her had a 'special someone.'
Eric had his new girl; Maria Rodriguez and Tim had MacKenzie Adams. The only person that was like Calleigh was Horatio.
*Horatio...* Calleigh thought wistfully. To top of her worst day ever, she had gotten in a loud, unnecessary fight with her handsome Lieutenant, about something she couldn't remember. And now John Hagen's wedding? Picking up the invitation, she opened it up, and scanned it over when something caught her attention.
"Calleigh Duquesne + Guest" Calleigh froze, her eyes re-reading the sentence to make sure she wasn't imagining it due to fatigue. Nope, it was still there. Calleigh grabbed her phone and dialed Hagen's number that was listed on the invitation.
"John Hagen." Hagen's voice crackled through the phone and she jumped at his voice.
"John! Hi! It's me, Calleigh!" Calleigh rolled her eyes at her own perky voice.
"Cal? Hey, did you get the invitation?" Hagen's voice was full of question.
"Yeah, I did...it's really nice. Really. Listen, about that. I was reading it through and it says, 'Calleigh and Guest'...?' She trailed off, hoping that Hagen figured out what she was hinting at.
"Oh!" Hagen's voice had a tinge of smugness to it. "Cal, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. You can come alone...if you not involved with someone at the moment."
Calleigh fumed, how dare he? Well, from now on, according to him, she *was* involved.
"As a matter of fact, John," Calleigh began briskly, "I *am* seeing someone." She couldn't stop but Calleigh, being the stubborn, competitive person she was, was on a roll. "He...engaged to me last night!"
Her blue-green eyes widened at the last statement, but Hagen interrupted her frantic thoughts.
"Well, congratulations! Who is he?" Calleigh glanced around her apartment as if her pink Doodle-Bear on her bed would give her the answer. Eric, no, he had Maria. Tim, no, he had Mackenzie. That left...
"Horatio." Calleigh answered slowly.
"Really? Horatio Caine? Always thought there was something between you two. Well, since you have to come early, see you in 3 days! Bye." The line went dead and Calleigh stared at the phone in horror and shock.
"Horatio Caine?!!" Calleigh let out in a scream. "Duquesne, what are you sniffing??" Running his last comment through her head, she paused, her brow furrowed. "Always thought there was something between you two." She smiled slightly, and then the big picture hit her like an army of red-dotted-black ants crawling over her skin.
She had to ask her boss, the man she was currently in a fight with, the Lieutenant Horatio Caine, to pretend to be her fiancé, for a week at his rivals wedding. Only two words could describe this situation. Calleigh uttered them, as her head hit the table with a loud thump, in exhaustion.
"Oh, shit."