A/N: I don't own them. Don't remind me. Anyway, please review. I love reviews, they are my human catnip. And forgive me, I am working on four different stories at once. So now you know why if I don't update quickly.
Horatio sat at his desk, looking out into the lab. He was bored out of his mind. He had absolutely nothing to do. Horatio had finished all his paperwork, closed all his open cases, and he had actually cleaned his office. After all his years as a CSI, he still was the only one who knew where anything was on his desk. Horatio pushed away his chair and walked to the break room. 'I've got to find something to do.' He thought. He entered the break room and was greeted by that soft, southern, drawl.
"Hello handsome." Calleigh said.
He didn't even know she was in there until she spoke. He took his eyes off the ground to find her standing on a chair, straining to reach something on the top shelf.
"Hey Calleigh." He returned as he walked over to the chair.
"Can you do me a favor?" she asked, batting her eyes.
"Of course, what do you need?"
"Someone put the sugar on the top shelf." She answered.
Horatio gently lifted her off the chair by her hips. As he set her down, he immediately noticed her wince in pain. Calleigh apparently, noticed him notice her. He knew she had been wearing unusually large amounts of make-up lately but thought nothing of it. She had also been wearing long sleeve shirts, in Miami.
"Calleigh?" He questioned when she turned around and looked at the floor.
She turned her head so she was looking to the floor beside her. Horatio gently put a finger under her chin and brought her to face him.
"Horatio, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Calleigh waved off.
"It is something. I barely touched you and you winced." He said calmly.
"Horatio, please don't." she begged.
He gently pulled her closer to him and pushed up the sleeve to her shirt. Horatio was rewarded with big think bruises running up her arms. Bruises around her wrist in the shape of a hand. Someone grabbed her wrists so hard, they left a bruise that wrapped around her arm.
"My god Calleigh, who did this to you?" Horatio asked as he cradled her arm.
"No one, I uh, fell down my stairs." Calleigh blurted, pulling her arm back.
"So you magically got hand prints around your arms when you fell down the stairs." He commented with concern evident on his face. " Calleigh, I'm not just your boss, I'm your friend too. You can tell me anything."
Calleigh had to fight really hard not to cry. Horatio pulled her into a gentle hug, rubbing her back slightly.
"You know where to find me if you decide to share. Let me help you." He said as he broke the hug.
Horatio gave her a very worried look before he left the room. Even if she didn't tell him he was going to find out who did this to her. She didn't deserve it. Calleigh was the one, he was sure that made everyone come to work in the morning. Her smile lit up the hallways. He just didn't want anything to happen to her.