Calleigh tossed her keys on her kitchen counter in a pout. The best thing she'd felt in ages and Yelina Salas had to interrupt. No, interrupt was too nice a word. She tore him away from her. She always did. She had that effect on him, and it didn't seem right. It didn't seem fair. He was bar none the most resilient and strong minded man she'd ever met, but he didn't have a defense in the world that could save him from Yelina. All she had to do was look at him with those dark, exotic eyes and he'd be right there to follow around after her.
Passing into her bedroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes weren't dark like Yelina's. She picked up a stick of eyeliner and examined it. Who was she kidding, she thought, tossing it back on the table in disgust. All the make up in the world wouldn't make her eyes that dark, or her eyelashes that long, or her skin that tan. If that's what he wanted, he'd never find it in his bullet girl.
She cast the soft fabric of her bath robe around her and loosely knotted the ties at her waist. She shouldn't think such things, she knew Horatio wasn't shallow. He was better than that, and far experienced enough to know to look beyond appearances. It was obvious what Horatio sought from Yelina. He did so much for her love, but it was rare he ever received it. Calleigh groaned with frustration. How could he be so blind to her neglect? Did he honestly believe someday day Yelina would return what he gave? Did Yelina even realize what a gift she had, to hold his heart in her hands? Sitting up in bed, idly flipping though channel after, worthless channel she wondered what it might be like, being able to claim possession of his heart, and just what their moments together, as brief as they were, had meant to him.
As she flicked out the light, a blinking red glow caught her eye from the hall. The answering machine flashed in warning of the unheard message it held. Calleigh rolled her eyes and turned her back to the machine. She could predict who the message was from; John Hagen. Sighing, in the realization that Horatio wasn't the only one with ties to other people, she had to sleep and put an end to this day.