Title: At the End of the Day
Author: Me
Rating: R (for future chapters)
Disclaimer: Never owned, or will own any of the characters or places within CSI Miami. All belongs to CBS, Alliance Atlantis and talented Producer Jerry Bruckheimer!
Spoilers: The story runs parallel with episodes, starting from midway Season 1.
„ Piss off!"
„What have I done wrong now," Horatio Caine wore a puzzled look while throwing up his arms in a gesture of dispair, a very unusual thing to do for the Lieutenant of the CSI Department of Miami-Dade.
"You know very well what you did...AGAIN!"
"Is this the We-promised-mother-that-we´d-come-over-for-her-birthday-but-you-didn´t-show-up´ situation again!"
"Sure as Hell it is," Cathrine was close at throwing her glass of tomato juice (which was a must for herwhen she was extremely vexed or close to loosing control) at her husband and take one of the kitchen chairs tofollow it. "I´m sick of always telling mother that you couldn´t do it and will make it up to her right into her sagging, dissappointed face! I always have to iron the things out that you do wrong in your personal life! But not anymore Horatio, NOT ANYMORE, DAMIT!"
Tears sprang into her already bloodshot eyes. She had promised herself not to cry again but obviously her exhaustion made it impossible. She sank back onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. Horatio stood there quite speechless and unable to move even an inch. Why hadn´t he seen this coming.
"C...Cathrine...I´m...I´m sorry...I..."
"Don´t...say...another...word," she wispered, and Horatio had to strain his ears in order to hear her at all. "Not another word!...Get out..." He looked at her dumbstruck. Cathrine got up so suddenly that she caught the table with her knees and caused the bottle with tomato juice to soak the beige carpet underneath. She pointed with her index finger towards the door of their house. "GET OUT...NOW!"
Horatio grabbed his jacket, took his car keys, and was gone within seconds, without a slamming of the door. Cathrine started to shiver violently. 'Bastard' she thought, and she wasen´t talking about Horatio.
