-1Title. Better Angels.
Author: Samantha.
With great thanks to: Sammie (not me you twat the other one) Ruth, Cath and the other Ruth (oh my god two Samanthas and two Ruths...jesus)
Part: Three of about fifteen.
Pairing: H/C baby!
Spoilers: 3.01 - Lost Son
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own CSI:Miami the people who own them do. Trust me when I say this (along with ruth aka quarryquest) we would treat them so much more better than you arsewipes. (DONT SUE!)
Summary: Sometimes we all need to open up...but will Horatio learn his lesson before he loses his daughter and wife

Chapter Three.

Millie smiled as the rock music shook the house, she left the five Cds on rotation knowing by the time they stopped her parents would think she was asleep. Her father had gotten used to it knowing it was a sure sign Millie was still alive and safe in the house. Yeah, like she was. Her father maybe a CSI but he was naïve when it came to teenage rebellion. She dropped her bag silently out the window and climbed out. She looked at the ground and held on to the drain pipe. Slowly lowered herself down, she dropped herself down and landed back first in her mothers rose bed. She hissed as a thorn caught the side of her face. She lay silent for a few seconds to make sure neither her mother or father had heard her and she grabbed her bag and ran.

She arrived at her friends house and knocked gently on the door.

"Dude its okay my parents are at work." Lisa said with a smile on her face. Her blonde hair catching the dieing Miami sun. She waved the bottle of hair dye. "We have three hours lets get this show on the road."

Millie smiled and walked though to Lisa's bathroom as Lisa began to slap the black hair dye on to Millie's blonde hair and three quarters of an hour later Millie was looking at her bolt straight black hair. The second knock on the door announced the arrival of Heather.

"Wow…that looks amazing!" Heather said gawping at Millie's newly dyed hair.

"Great work even if I do say so myself. Now make up time!" screeched Lisa bouncing up and down, and in a record two hours and fifty three minutes the girls were doing there last checks.

"Okay. Tickets?" Called Heather.

"Check." replied Lisa and Millie in unison.

"Hair done?"

"Check."

"Make-up done?"

"Check."

"Clothing." all three girls looked themselves over and then each other.

"Perfect." They all chimed.

"Chucks done perfectly."

"Absolutely."

"Sweatbands that look cool."

"Yup."

"Pot?" Lisa said lastly as she checked her pockets. "Yup I have that we're ready to go."

With that the three girls left. Millie felt her heart beat faster she felt the ticket in her jeans pocket. Her black hair blended with the night sky. The hooded top which read 'I shagged the drummer', her black jeans, black chucks. To say these girls wouldn't look out of place at a funeral wouldn't be wrong. They joined the thousands of other teenagers and adults trying to cram themselves in to the stadium. When the lights went down, the chaos began. Only Millie didn't know what was going on at home.

"Millie!" called Horatio up the stairs. He waited for the non existent Millie to reply. "Millie" he called again knocking on her door. Still no reply. He opened the door slowly. No Millie. He turned off the Cd player and paused. There was no Millie, he watched the curtains flutter from the wind though the wide open, he walked over captiously as he called Millie's name again. He looked out the window only to see Calleigh's rose bed flattened and no sign of his daughter. He turned around and hit the wall angrily, spotting the empty space where Millie's gig ticket had been proudly placed on the wall, and the countdown on her calendar. He looked at the poster covered wall and sighed. Only one thought ran though his mind. What was his daughter thinking of?

Millie bobbed her head to the music as she felt herself thrown around the mosh pit. She received her drink from Lisa. Who had managed to 'borrow' her sisters driving licence, thank god they don't really look at the pictures. The support bands finished, forty dollars of alcohol and several joints later and the three girls were out of there heads however they were happy. Millie felt that sensation grow over her, the buzz from the alcohol conflicting with the cannabis rushing though her system.

"I though I asked you to call Millie down for dinner." Calleigh said as she laid three plates down on the table.

"Yeah, she's not in her room. She's gone to that damn gig." Horatio stated as he snatched his car keys off the counter.

"Horatio don't. Wait for her to come back. You wont get her at the gig. Let her be."

"So I'm just meant to sit and wait for her to come back when I don't know where the hell she is and what she's doing."

"Yes. She'll come back. It isn't the first it she's snuck off and you know that." Calleigh told Horatio gently as she hugged him. Horatio stood there defeated, he knew she was right.

"Yeah….what the hell is she thinking?"

"She's thinking of ways to get your attention."

between Lisa and Heather and with there arms wrapped round each others shoulders they screamed the lyrics Millie felt the whole room move as she bounced, no longer seeing the room around her as all she heard was the music. The music pounded around her ash he felt the vibrations from the bass hit her chest as she stood with all their hearts. The time of there life's was happening right there and then and suddenly it was over.

With excitement in there hearts and the adrenalin high that rivalled every other kid there. They walked the short distance to the bus stop and waited for there bus home. The stop emptied quickly as some were picked up by their parents, or there bus came. Soon enough the three were left on their own. Heather sat on the sidewalk half passed out from the alcohol. Lisa was leaning against the wall too high to notice anything and Millie was trying to prevent herself from throwing up.

"You don't think we've missed the last bus do you?" Heather asked as she shivered.

"Naw man we were hear ten minutes before it was due." Millie said checking her watch. Knowing by now she was either safe and her mom and dad were tucked up safely in bed. Or she had been discovered and a very angry Horatio would be sitting up waiting to kill her. Millie was jolted out her thoughts as Heather elbowed her sharply.

"Dude….look at the hot emo over there." Millie felt her mouth drop open as Heather shut it for her. "Millie you were drooling."

"Excuse me." The guy said as all three froze.

"Y…yeah." Heather managed to stumble out. Millie watched his hand travel towards his pocket.

"Do as I fucking say and I wont blow your brains out." He snapped. Millie recognised instantly what he was holding in his hands. "Now which one of you is Millie." Instantly the three girls pointed at each other.

"Her." they snapped as Heather pointed to Lisa, Lisa pointed to Millie and Millie at Heather. The man frowned and singled to someone.

Suddenly Millie felt someone grab her arm, she screamed as she was tackled to the floor. All she could hear was the protests of her friends as she felt her back hit the metal floor of a van.

"Shit" she hissed. "I am so grounded."

Time slipped away from her as the full force of the nights alcohol finally hit her. She felt that sick feeling in her stomach as Lisa swore angry as she banged her head off the floor. Suddenly the thought hit her. Her Dad didn't know she was missing.