Peter walked back and forth in front of his new pet. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it but she was not the one he neither wanted nor needed. She was just the appetizer; the precursor to what would finally be his. Eric and Horatio will not stand in his way any longer. Calleigh was made for him and for them not to accept that is a damn shame. No matter, their times with Calleigh will come to an end, one sooner than the other. If Monica did her part, then Horatio won't be around for much longer. Of all the CSIs Horatio bothered him the most. He was witty and in some ways overrated. He wasn't that good at his job or intimidating. Honestly, look how easily he took him down. He took down the mighty Horatio Caine without so much as breaking a sweat. He smiled gleefully at the thought. Now the next part of his plan was being put into motion and he would achieve it easily. He looked down to Natalia, she was sleeping, and still knocked out from the drug he gave her. He was tempted to ruin her, make her feel the frustration that her CSI team evoked from him, but he would wait, wait for Calleigh. He smiled. Today would be a good day.
Monica sighed as she donned the nurse outfit Peter got for her. The plan was simple, sneak into Horatio's room in the ICU and inject ammonia into his IV. Easy as pie, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Peter didn't care about what happened to her, for all he cared, he would make her take the fall for this even though she was the reason he was no longer sitting behind bars. Son of a bitch. Why did she let him go? He completely overturned her and now she worked for him. She chuckled to herself when she thought that she was the diabolical one, in the end it turned out that Peter was the sick, twisted one. He actually made her stomach curl every time he touched her and fucked her. She felt sick to the bone whenever he was done with her, screaming Calleigh's name when he releases inside of her; making her feel like nothing but a 2-bit whore.
She looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that the nurse's outfit wasn't to bad but she knew that when this was over, that when she got caught, there was going to be no upside to this for her. She was pretty much screwed from this point on. She knew that if something were to go wrong, that Peter would not hesitate to turn her in. She was playing a dangerous game and worst, she was no going to finish off the great Horatio Caine. She was pretty much signing her life away to the devil, but for what reason? Was revenge that strong? When did she become this woman? So out of control; she was once a respectable prosecutor, a woman of the law and now she was this abomination, trying to find joy in the destruction of others. She was in love with a mad man that was only using her to satiate his needs till he could have his precious Calleigh Duquesne. Monica's thoughts of Calleigh immediately turned to hate and disgust. It was part of it, she hated Calleigh for ruining her life. Why wasn't she enough for Peter? What was it about the blond bimbo that was so special, so irresistible that men just gravitated to her?
She had Peter, John Hagen, Jake, and now Eric, she was sure that there were others, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. But she couldn't stop it, this is what Peter reduced her to. A power hungry woman, wanton for his passion, passion that she knew was meant for another woman, passion that she put aside her own pride to have. Was she so desperate that she was willing to sink that low for him. Love him for nothing in return. She became what she promised herself so long ago not to become. She sighed again and gave herself one last look. Shame about the nurse she tried to bribe into doing the job for her. The bitch wimped out and planned to tell the police, add another murder to her future prison sentence. She opened the door slowly and looked around. Horatio's room was a couple floors above her. She hadn't even left the room and she was scared. She put on heavy make-up because she did not want to be recognized by the stupid cops planted outside Caine's room.
She walked out of the room and headed toward of the storage rooms. She quickly pulled out a syringe of ammonia and made sure she had enough to finish of the CSI. She couldn't wait for this to be over. She wondered if killing Lieutenant would get her the death sentence. Knowing the shit she was in complicity in addition to premeditated murder and then the murder itself would get her the chair. Hopefully they'll show mercy and give her the needle, she rather die a painless way. She sighed again and walked out of the storage room, she had been sighing a lot lately; all because of fucking Peter Elliott. She swore, if she got out of this mess, she would make his life fucking hell. She walked to the elevator and climbed in. The ride up to the ICU floor was too quick for Monica and she felt the anxiety build within her. She watched as the doors open and she tried to calm her nerves. She walked out on the floor and sashayed over to Horatio's room. She smiled at the guards and walked into the room, after letting them check her out. She was so sure they were going to recognize her, but boys would be boys and they easily let her in.
She walked toward the bed of the fallen lieutenant and sighed. She looked down into his face and she almost felt bad. He never really did anything to her, and in retrospect, she did try to destroy his lab and his team, and her she was again, trying to take his life. Wow and she thought Peter was twisted. She looked away from his face, trying to muster the strength to do what she had to do. She reached into her bosom and pulled out the syringe she hid from the cops outside and reached up to his IV. She put the needle into the IV drip and slowly began to push down on the syringe. She watched as his heart rate began to speed up and his face immediately contorted in pain. A blood-curling scream of pain ripped out of Horatio's mouth and she stopped what she was doing. His eyes open and they stared at her in pain and she fell back as she watched the cops outside storming into the room.
Nurses and doctors alike rushed in the room and tried to revive Horatio. She watched in fear as they walked tirelessly, but she knew already what they would find. She killed Horatio Caine. For nothing, nothing at all.
A/N: I know it's been a really long time and i'm sure a lot of you believe that i have abandoned the story but i haven't i finally have had a chance to get writing again. Thank God for Thanksgiving break. I am already working away on the next chapter and hopefully i'll have it up by tomorrow. Thanks for those who are still reading and sorry again. R/R!
