Anymore
'She sits among the pieces of broken glass and photographs, reluctantly releases the last of what was her past.'-Garth Brooks, The Storm
'You're late again.' John was sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey keeping him company as Calleigh walked through the door.
'I got caught up in an interrogation, I'm sorry.' She explained as she entered the living room.
'You were with him, weren't you?' He accused. Calleigh rolled her eyes.
'Don't start this again, alright? I've had a long day and I really don't want to have this argument yet again.' She ran a hand through her hair
'So you were with him.' She sighed
'Yes, John. I was with Horatio. I'm with him everyday, he's my boss. You make it sound like we're having some torrid affair.' Calleigh confirmed. She was getting a little annoyed with having to go over this almost every night.
'So you're saying that you're job is more important than me?' He asked, trying to sound hurt. She sighed.
'I didn't say that.'
'But that's what you meant.'
'John you knew going into this how much my job means to me. It's all I've ever had and I don't want to lose it. I love my job and I love the people I work with.' As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Calleigh wanted to take them back. 'I didn't mean it like that. I love them like family. That's all.' She said, trying to put out the fire in his eyes. He stared at her for a moment before he started to laugh.
'You know, you think I'm just a stupid brute but you can be a real dumb blonde sometimes.' Calleigh stared at him as if he'd grown a third head.
'What are you talking about?'
'You! You sit there and tell me how much you love your job and how you have to give your all to Horatio and be his beck and call girl and you don't even notice that he doesn't even want to give you the time a day anymore.' She didn't say anything but the hurt look on her face said everything. 'He's found somebody new. Somebody younger and prettier. Somebody who's better than you.' He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She stayed silent as she held back her tears. 'And the best part is, he asked her to marry him. He doesn't need you anymore…he doesn't need you anymore…
He doesn't need you anymore.
Those words played over and over again in her mind as she sat and stared at the pictures on the wall before her.
He doesn't need you anymore.
Rage boiled over inside of her and in one clean sweep, the picture frames shattered into a beautiful mess around her. A few tiny pieces cut her bare legs but there was no pain, no hurt, no feeling. Just an emptiness that not even the anger and sadness could fill.
One picture remained on the wall. It was a picture of the team taken a few years ago at the police men's ball. Alexx looked ravishing in red silk as she, Tim and Eric stood behind Horatio and Calleigh. Calleigh had picked her dress out just for him. Strapless black silk that hugged every curve just right and it caught his eye. But it didn't hold it.
She took one last look at the photograph before shattering her past against the wall.