Calleigh looked around the open room of the bar. Instead of tables, it had beds with mesh curtains. "What will they think of next," she muttered to herself and set about examining the bed where their vic had been killed. Convenient place to have sex, she thought.
Toothing. Calleigh tried to ignore the thought. Sure, she wouldn't judge, just tell him to be careful, to use "protection." She turned over the pillow and noted the make-up stains on it.
He can fuck a stranger, she thought angrily, but not tell me what's going on in his head. Calleigh sat back for a moment, giving into the frustration. He was supposed to be her best friend. But more and more, it seemed that he was a stranger to her. She couldn't stop him as Eric pulled away. And now he has random hooks but won't come over to watch a movie anymore.
It hurt more than she was going to let him or anyone else know. Calleigh had gotten good at hiding her feelings since September. So had Eric.
-WG-
Valera sat at the end of the pier, watching the waves rolling beneath her feet. She was tossed from her own lab for one teensy little mistake. They were rechecking her work even as she sat there, watching the sky and the ocean grow dark. And Lt. Caine – he had just stood there while the district attorney ripped into her like that. It was like he didn't even know her anymore.
She started to cry. How could this be happening? It didn't make sense. This would never have happened before. But there was no way she could stop it now.
There were foot steps approaching. Valera looked up to see him, Ryan, walking towards her. What the hell was he doing here? Didn't he know this was all his fault?
Ryan stood beside her for a moment, hands in his pockets, watching Valera's cold back. Silently, he sat down beside her as darkness dropped over the ocean.
-WG-
"Is Raymond alive?" Horatio asked Keaton. Hope and fear warred within him but he kept his voice steady.
Keaton sat on the motorcycle and looked away before answering. "Yeah," he said.
Horatio watched his brother's killer – or not his killer – ride away. Raymond was alive. He could do nothing for Speed, but maybe, maybe, he could help his brother.
The smiling image of Yelina flitted past his minds eye, accompanied as always by his love for her. Horatio let that feeling fill him and then he clamped it down, rolled it up and tucked it away. Raymond was alive and Yelina was his brother's wife.