Title: The Fake Engagement [5/?]
Author: Dylan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the plot, Maria Rodriguez, Mackenzie
Adams and Sally Johnson, Jackie, Tyler, Chloe, and Zachary...
A/N: I'm so sorry about the wait...I had the story down in my notebook, but I never got the time to actually type it up...I've been so busy lately. My feet are killing, because I had to wear these 5-inch stilettos, and my arms are killing because I was carrying around huge-a** bags of, you know, those table skirts. And plus, I've been working on another story...a Speed/OOC story (mystery/romance), to be specific, and for me, it's like, if I don't get the idea done, it's gone forever. Okay, okay, I know...I made Hagen act like some sort of pushover wuss...that's really how I see him. I don't know HOW in blue hell he was made a CSI. Oh well...hope you enjoy!
The Fake Engagement [5/?]
Calleigh awoke as her ears took another turn for the worse. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, the reality of her and Horatio being in Canada not entering her sleep-filled mind.
Calleigh heard a deep chuckle and two hands slightly tickled her sides. Her eyes flew open, and she turned her head so she was able to look up comfortably.
She was granted with a view of Horatio, looking down at her, the corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile and a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
There were two reasons for this change of attitude, Calleigh thought as she stretched languidly in Horatio's arms. One, he had already gotten into his fiancé role. Or two...her had already enjoyed being with her from the very beginning...?
Calleigh shook free of the desired dreams, and smiled sleepily at Horatio. "Mornin', Sugar..."
Horatio chuckled, "Not morning, Cal...try afternoon, instead. Look outside."
Calleigh was sitting in the aisle seat so it was difficult for her to see through the window. Looking up to see the seatbelt light off, she stood up, and sat herself down in a surprised Horatio's lap, as if she had done that a million times before.
And she had...in her dreams. In those, Calleigh had moved around in his lap, resulting in some *interesting* actions.
Calleigh blushed at the forbidden images and focused on the land outside her window, smiling peacefully.
Even though it was in the afternoon, she could still see the many lights of Ontario, and the slim shadow of the C.N Tower.
Horatio leaned it close, and asked softly, "Where are we meeting Hagen?"
Calleigh glanced at him, sighing inwardly. If only they could be a real newlywed-couple on their honeymoon, no strings attached.
"Somewhere in the airport...John didn't tell me specifically where." Calleigh frowned slightly, as she answered, realizing how irresponsible that sounded.
An announcement came on, "Welcome to Ontario, Canada. We hope your stay here will be as wonderful as you were. Bienvenue à Ontario, Canada. Nous espérons que votre séjour sera aussi merveilleux que vous étiez."
Calleigh got up from Horatio's lap, reluctantly, and began searching for her shoes, that had mysteriously disappeared during her long nap.
Finally finding them under her seat safely, she slipped them on, and saw Horatio turn to Jackie, so she went over to the children to say her goodbyes.
Tyler, who just finished his nap also, was now hyperactive, and doing everything but jumping around in the air.
Horatio tapped Jackie on the arm lightly, to get her attention. She turned around; a warm smile gracing her beautifully aged features.
"It was nice meeting you, ma'am," Horatio said, politely, and Jackie patted his arm gently. "You take good care of her, son..." She said, obviously referring to Calleigh.
Horatio couldn't imagine how someone so new to him, could act so motherly. Something Horatio desperately needed but was too cautious to accept.
But this mother had something about her. That she had gone through terrible things, yet still was able to stand strong and love again.
He just might be able to do that, Horatio mused, with Calleigh's help. Before Calleigh got to them, however, Jackie drew Horatio in for a comforting hug, while whispering, "She just might be the answer to your problems...don't lose her because you're afraid." She looked at her children, her face softening, "I never let go of my husband...and look what our love brought."
Horatio nodded, mutely, not trusting his voice at the moment. Looking back at Calleigh, he suddenly wished forlornly his children were the children she was hugging.
"Thank you," He replied hoarsely, once he had regained his voice. Jackie gave him a last smile, and moved onto Calleigh to give her a quick hug and whisper a few inaudible words in her ear.
After she was gone, Horatio walked up to Calleigh, who was slowly making her way out of the plane, deep in thought.
"You doing okay, Bullet Girl?" He asked, his teasing remark lined with concern.
Calleigh blinked, and smiled at the endearment. The words Jackie said to her, tucked away in her mind, she linked her arm through Horatio's, "I'm good...just...jet-lag, I guess."
Since their flight was just a small number of people, it didn't take long for them to find their luggage. Gathering them on a trolley, they walked out together, both imagining what Sally would look like.
"Probably blonde...thin...like an ex-model." Horatio suggested, stilling Calleigh in confusion.
"Wait, why would someone who looked like a model waste her time with John Hagen, of all people?"
At that comment, Horatio gave her a mischievous look, his eyes sparkling with an unhidden emotion, "You did...you figure out why, and let me know."
Before Calleigh could respond to that flattering remark, a bulky shadow fell over her.
Calleigh looked up, ready to sock the person who stole her light, and found herself looking into the face of John Hagen.
"Calleigh! Lieutenant Caine!" He cried, first shaking hands with Horatio rapidly, and then grabbing Calleigh in a giant bear hug as Calleigh squirmed uncomfortably. Horatio, on upon seeing this, decided to use his rank.
Utilizing his authoritive, no-nonsense voice, he said calmly, "I don't think my fiancée wants to be manhandled."
Hagen quickly put her down gently, "Sorry...I'm just so glad you could make it." He explained before a nasal voice from behind them, broke through their somewhat conversation.
"Johnny? Is that them?"
Calleigh, in perfect sync, with Horatio, turned and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Holding a bunch of assorted flowers, a stick-thin woman stood a few feet away from them.
Calleigh began with the head and worked her way down, almost grimacing at the 'perfect-body-and-face' the woman made.
Sally's hair was blonde, but her roots showed that her real color was brown. She had a narrow face with a wide, and to Horatio, fake smile.
Her eyes were a bright blue, and she was dressed in a cute, cropped t-shirt that showed off her toned stomach and Urban Behavior jeans that hugged her slim legs like a second skin.
As she came closer, Calleigh, being from Texas and familiar with makeup, saw fake eyelashes on Sally's real ones. Sally leaned close and gave Calleigh two Hollywood-esque air kisses.
"Kelly, darling, it's absolutely fantastic to see you!" Sally said, straightening up, and attaching herself to Hagen's arm.
She gave Horatio an once-over, and nodded appreciatively, "I can see why you picked him..."
Calleigh gritted her teeth, and ground out, "First off, it's Calleigh. And second?"
Hagen interrupted Calleigh, realizing that they weren't getting off to a great start. "Now, sweet-cakes, remember what I told you...no flirting with the Lieutenant."
Sally giggled and pinched Hagen's cheek, "You're so silly...he won't do anything!" At that, Horatio shot the fake blonde a look at said otherwise.
Hagen steered Sally to the exit, who cried, "Let's go!" and left Horatio and Calleigh, slack-jawed. Calleigh shook her head in amazement, "How can someone...be that..."
"Fake?" Horatio offered lightly, and Calleigh shot him a look, before sighing. "It's going to be a long few days."
Horatio nodded, "Yes...yes, it will."
And together they walked out of the Lester B. Pearson airport, and into the brisk Canadian wind.
TBC...
A/N: I'm so sorry about the wait...I had the story down in my notebook, but I never got the time to actually type it up...I've been so busy lately. My feet are killing, because I had to wear these 5-inch stilettos, and my arms are killing because I was carrying around huge-a** bags of, you know, those table skirts. And plus, I've been working on another story...a Speed/OOC story (mystery/romance), to be specific, and for me, it's like, if I don't get the idea done, it's gone forever. Okay, okay, I know...I made Hagen act like some sort of pushover wuss...that's really how I see him. I don't know HOW in blue hell he was made a CSI. Oh well...hope you enjoy!
The Fake Engagement [5/?]
Calleigh awoke as her ears took another turn for the worse. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, the reality of her and Horatio being in Canada not entering her sleep-filled mind.
Calleigh heard a deep chuckle and two hands slightly tickled her sides. Her eyes flew open, and she turned her head so she was able to look up comfortably.
She was granted with a view of Horatio, looking down at her, the corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile and a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
There were two reasons for this change of attitude, Calleigh thought as she stretched languidly in Horatio's arms. One, he had already gotten into his fiancé role. Or two...her had already enjoyed being with her from the very beginning...?
Calleigh shook free of the desired dreams, and smiled sleepily at Horatio. "Mornin', Sugar..."
Horatio chuckled, "Not morning, Cal...try afternoon, instead. Look outside."
Calleigh was sitting in the aisle seat so it was difficult for her to see through the window. Looking up to see the seatbelt light off, she stood up, and sat herself down in a surprised Horatio's lap, as if she had done that a million times before.
And she had...in her dreams. In those, Calleigh had moved around in his lap, resulting in some *interesting* actions.
Calleigh blushed at the forbidden images and focused on the land outside her window, smiling peacefully.
Even though it was in the afternoon, she could still see the many lights of Ontario, and the slim shadow of the C.N Tower.
Horatio leaned it close, and asked softly, "Where are we meeting Hagen?"
Calleigh glanced at him, sighing inwardly. If only they could be a real newlywed-couple on their honeymoon, no strings attached.
"Somewhere in the airport...John didn't tell me specifically where." Calleigh frowned slightly, as she answered, realizing how irresponsible that sounded.
An announcement came on, "Welcome to Ontario, Canada. We hope your stay here will be as wonderful as you were. Bienvenue à Ontario, Canada. Nous espérons que votre séjour sera aussi merveilleux que vous étiez."
Calleigh got up from Horatio's lap, reluctantly, and began searching for her shoes, that had mysteriously disappeared during her long nap.
Finally finding them under her seat safely, she slipped them on, and saw Horatio turn to Jackie, so she went over to the children to say her goodbyes.
Tyler, who just finished his nap also, was now hyperactive, and doing everything but jumping around in the air.
Horatio tapped Jackie on the arm lightly, to get her attention. She turned around; a warm smile gracing her beautifully aged features.
"It was nice meeting you, ma'am," Horatio said, politely, and Jackie patted his arm gently. "You take good care of her, son..." She said, obviously referring to Calleigh.
Horatio couldn't imagine how someone so new to him, could act so motherly. Something Horatio desperately needed but was too cautious to accept.
But this mother had something about her. That she had gone through terrible things, yet still was able to stand strong and love again.
He just might be able to do that, Horatio mused, with Calleigh's help. Before Calleigh got to them, however, Jackie drew Horatio in for a comforting hug, while whispering, "She just might be the answer to your problems...don't lose her because you're afraid." She looked at her children, her face softening, "I never let go of my husband...and look what our love brought."
Horatio nodded, mutely, not trusting his voice at the moment. Looking back at Calleigh, he suddenly wished forlornly his children were the children she was hugging.
"Thank you," He replied hoarsely, once he had regained his voice. Jackie gave him a last smile, and moved onto Calleigh to give her a quick hug and whisper a few inaudible words in her ear.
After she was gone, Horatio walked up to Calleigh, who was slowly making her way out of the plane, deep in thought.
"You doing okay, Bullet Girl?" He asked, his teasing remark lined with concern.
Calleigh blinked, and smiled at the endearment. The words Jackie said to her, tucked away in her mind, she linked her arm through Horatio's, "I'm good...just...jet-lag, I guess."
Since their flight was just a small number of people, it didn't take long for them to find their luggage. Gathering them on a trolley, they walked out together, both imagining what Sally would look like.
"Probably blonde...thin...like an ex-model." Horatio suggested, stilling Calleigh in confusion.
"Wait, why would someone who looked like a model waste her time with John Hagen, of all people?"
At that comment, Horatio gave her a mischievous look, his eyes sparkling with an unhidden emotion, "You did...you figure out why, and let me know."
Before Calleigh could respond to that flattering remark, a bulky shadow fell over her.
Calleigh looked up, ready to sock the person who stole her light, and found herself looking into the face of John Hagen.
"Calleigh! Lieutenant Caine!" He cried, first shaking hands with Horatio rapidly, and then grabbing Calleigh in a giant bear hug as Calleigh squirmed uncomfortably. Horatio, on upon seeing this, decided to use his rank.
Utilizing his authoritive, no-nonsense voice, he said calmly, "I don't think my fiancée wants to be manhandled."
Hagen quickly put her down gently, "Sorry...I'm just so glad you could make it." He explained before a nasal voice from behind them, broke through their somewhat conversation.
"Johnny? Is that them?"
Calleigh, in perfect sync, with Horatio, turned and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Holding a bunch of assorted flowers, a stick-thin woman stood a few feet away from them.
Calleigh began with the head and worked her way down, almost grimacing at the 'perfect-body-and-face' the woman made.
Sally's hair was blonde, but her roots showed that her real color was brown. She had a narrow face with a wide, and to Horatio, fake smile.
Her eyes were a bright blue, and she was dressed in a cute, cropped t-shirt that showed off her toned stomach and Urban Behavior jeans that hugged her slim legs like a second skin.
As she came closer, Calleigh, being from Texas and familiar with makeup, saw fake eyelashes on Sally's real ones. Sally leaned close and gave Calleigh two Hollywood-esque air kisses.
"Kelly, darling, it's absolutely fantastic to see you!" Sally said, straightening up, and attaching herself to Hagen's arm.
She gave Horatio an once-over, and nodded appreciatively, "I can see why you picked him..."
Calleigh gritted her teeth, and ground out, "First off, it's Calleigh. And second?"
Hagen interrupted Calleigh, realizing that they weren't getting off to a great start. "Now, sweet-cakes, remember what I told you...no flirting with the Lieutenant."
Sally giggled and pinched Hagen's cheek, "You're so silly...he won't do anything!" At that, Horatio shot the fake blonde a look at said otherwise.
Hagen steered Sally to the exit, who cried, "Let's go!" and left Horatio and Calleigh, slack-jawed. Calleigh shook her head in amazement, "How can someone...be that..."
"Fake?" Horatio offered lightly, and Calleigh shot him a look, before sighing. "It's going to be a long few days."
Horatio nodded, "Yes...yes, it will."
And together they walked out of the Lester B. Pearson airport, and into the brisk Canadian wind.
TBC...