Chapter Two
The gun was pointed at her temple; she could feel the pressure of it intensify as her hand shook. Right now she wanted to die. She'd spent the last few hours curled up on Tim's bed, wrapped up in his covers. The smell of him clung to them, comforting her into short bursts of sleep. Yet she couldn't get the images out of her head.
John grinding against her, ripping her shirt off her body, throwing it on the floor as he ate hungrily at her throat. She could feel him pushing against her as she struggled. John was a big man, and even though she'd promised herself she'd never be victimised again, it had happened, in her own home, by someone she thought she could trust.She was shivering again.
Pulling the gun away from her head she turned her face towards Tim's bed side table. Her vivid blue eyes straying to a single framed picture on his bedside. It was a picture of the team; one of the few times, where a break in all their schedules had clashed. They were all at a restaurant for a meal after their shift ended. Alexx had gotten the waiter to take a picture of them all crowded together. She'd given it to Tim for his last birthday. Calleigh picked it up and peered into the picture. She was looking at herself, her arms wrapped around both Tim and Delko, Horatio stood with his own faint smile looking directly into the camera. Alexx was beside Valera and Tim. They all looked happy. They all had been happy.
Calleigh sighed putting the picture down on the bedside table. Rain began to patter against the window in Tim's apartment. Calleigh looked at the gun in her hand and then at the picture, wondering what on earth she'd been thinking. She was safe here, John didn't know she was here, no one did. Except Tim, she guessed the others knew about the attempted rape, therefore guessing that she was safe somewhere. She wasn't sure why she couldn't face them yet. All she knew was she felt scared, and she couldn't do the job if that's what she felt. The distraction of fear would make her insecure; in short it made her a liability to the team. That wasn't just it. She didn't want to be vulnerable; she didn't want them to see her vulnerable. Sighing she put the gun on the night stand. She'd have to talk to Horatio tomorrow. She was well aware that she'd washed some of the evidence of her assault down the drain, but she had needed to get the dirty feeling of his hands off of her. She couldn't stand it, the thought of him on her, unable to move him. She shivered; looking at the clock, wishing Tim was home. He had a few more hours on his shift yet, she knew they'd be a busy few. He'd left the radio on for her so it didn't seem so quiet here. She relished his thoughtfulness. Crawling into the covers she decided to wait for a while and try to sleep some more, anything to make time go quicker right now. In the background a song played on the radio. She recognized it. It was her favorite at the moment.
There's a little bit of your song in my ear,
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear.
The song brought back memories of last night, of the time her and Tim had spent together. The way he held her as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. The way he kissed her softly, the way he laughed. She was wrapped up in him, and his arms as the song continued to play she found herself falling asleep and reliving that memory.