An *untitled* Horatio/Yelina fanfiction

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schelle73

Witness
Horatio watched as the plane flew out of sight. His face was an inscrutable mask, his eyes, full of emotion, hidden behind his glasses. He had walked the woman that he loved to this airport. After holding her one last time in his arms, he had watched her go into the arms of the husband, his brother that he had once thought dead. He did not know if he would ever see her, much less hold her again. He turned and began walking back to his Hummer. The world around him seemed dimmer, ragged around the edges. As he drove back towards the lab, everything looked older, worn out. He saw the traffic, people heading home to their loved ones, or to their empty homes. Inside, something had changed, his love for the populace displaced. His journey was interrupted; he turned in towards his own home. He had no desire to return to the lab.
He walked into his apartment, throwing the keys down on the table by the door. He glanced around him, and without turning on any lights walked down the hallway. The setting sun dimly lit his bedroom windows as he shed his clothes, climbing into bed with only his boxers and t-shirt on. Covering his eyes with his arm, he struggled to settle his seething, hurting nerves and go to sleep.
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The ringing of the phone pulled him out of a troubled sleep. He groggily retrieved the handset and identified himself. The person on the other end of the line spoke briefly, but the news they conveyed awoke him instantly. He hung up the phone without speaking another word. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he covered his face with his hands as tears ran. His shoulders shook with silent sobs.
It was definite, now. Never again would he see her hair blowing in the breeze. Hear her voice; much less hold her in his arms. Ray Jr would never be seen as a grown man. And his brother was, officially and definitively, dead. The plane had crashed before it ever reached Brazil. No survivors. Horatio had nothing left, no reason to keep going. He fell back on the bed mentally pleading that his life be taken from him.
 
Wow! :eek: Very nicely written. I've had thoughts about this scenario myself, hoping that the writers wouldn't kill them all off! Hope there's more to come. :)
 
Excellent story so far. It was a very well written story so far. I hope to see more :)
 
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The sun shone through the windows, shining on his eyelids and woke him up. Horatio sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and running his fingers through his hair. He looked at the clock; it was nearly time for his shift to begin. He shook his head, thinking that he didn’t really care. Thinking that he couldn’t really care about anything anymore.
He ran a shower, letting the hot water pelt him violently, the steam rolling around him. Dressing in gray slacks and shirt, he walked down to the Hummer. Starting towards the lab, melding into the traffic of everyone racing to the daily grind. He drove in silence; every song would serve to remind him. He saw reflections of her face everywhere he looked. He pulled into a parking space, and sat for a minute. He stared at the lab, scoffing at himself, wondering what he thought he was doing. He stepped out of the Hummer and into the building, seeing and hearing little, if anything, of what was going on around him.
The day, the lab, the people in it, still had such an overcast, old, worn out ragged look about it. People talking with one another came to his ears as distant echoes. He walked through them all, and finally arrived at his office, locking the door behind him. He turned, walked to the windows and shut all the blinds. He sat in his desk chair, leaned his elbows on his knees and ran his hands over his face. Looking up, he saw files on his desk waiting to be filed, paperwork that needed to be done. Standing up again, he took the files to the cabinet, put them away, and grabbed a form. He sat back down again and began to fill out the form, for vacation time. He stacked the papers over to the side; they would have to wait. He picked up the one form he had completed and walked out the door, closing it behind him. As he pulled it shut, the draft caused a small piece of paper to flutter to the floor. It was a short cryptic message, left for him after a phone call. Two written words said, simply, “Arrived safely”.
 
This is great. :D I really like your writing style and your observations. Not to mention it features my favourite topic! ;)
 
Thanks, you guys. I am glad you like it so far. :) I will update as I can, it seems to come and go in bits and pieces.
Shell
 
The first week of Horatio’s vacation went slowly by in a blurry fog. He had come home from the lab that day, and had placed his badge, gun, and cell phone in the drawer. He had walked to the phone and taken it off the hook. From there, he lost himself. He went to bed each night with a silent oath and prayer that he not wake into a world without her. He woke each morning with the sun assaulting his eyelids. The hot showers pelted him with the harshness of reality. No matter what he sank into each day, the memories were brought out. He lingered on them, touching them much the way one would a cherished photograph. He sat on the couch and saw the beach through the window, the breeze rustling through the trees. When he had stood with her on the beach, the mixed scents of the water and her had been a heady aroma. Her hair moving in that breeze had always made him long to run his fingers through it. As he sat at the table, he saw her at her desk. She looked up and smiled whenever he came over to talk to her. That smile lit up her whole face and made his heart skip. That face that had squeezed him inside whenever she was hurting. At night as he reclined on the couch, he saw her face half shadowed in the moonlight and streetlights. He lingered indefinitely on the memory of her lips against his cheek one night. He would have only had to turn his own face a little, and she would have touched his lips instead. By the end of the week he had touched each one, and he tucked them away.
 
By the second week, the pain had been tucked in enough that he could try to find himself, his purpose. He ventured out each morning and let his feet lead him where they may. He walked by the park; sometimes sitting on the park bench. He watched the children playing, and saw birthday parties being held. Walking down the sidewalk towards the coffee shop, he always passed the school. Once Horatio saw a child sitting on the steps, crying, his mother sitting beside him. He was often out when the traffic was full, and watched as it snaked back and forth. He walked along the shoreline, looking out to the ocean, and watching the people on the beach. Each day he managed to find some lost piece of his reason for working, for caring. It had been over three weeks; he was almost ready to go back to the lab. He had one more thing he needed to do first. He had promised Yelina he would keep an eye on her place while she was gone.
 
I've been reading. And I've been loving it too. Great writing Schelle. Creative storyline, I wasn't expecting the plane to crash.....
 
Until we meet again

Horatio pulled his Hummer into the driveway of Yelina’s house. He sat and looked at it for a short while, his heart beating dully at the base of his throat. Taking the key out of the ignition, he stepped out of the vehicle and walked towards the door, sorting for her house key. His mind projected an image of Yelina standing on the porch, he tucked his head and walked through it, opening the screen door and unlocking the door. He stepped inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. He walked slowly through the rooms, his eyes gazing at places where she would have sat, his fingers tracing along pictures. Time beat slowly by as he circled and made his way back to the door, mentally inventorying. If he had it his way, he would leave this as it was, and have her back here again. He turned before he reached the door; he still needed to go upstairs, to the bedrooms. He walked slowly up the stairs, hands brushing along the rail, fighting with his emotions the closer he got. Yelina had hung the family photos at the stair landing, and Horatio struggled momentarily to move beyond that point. He turned to the right, towards the Ray’s room. Everything in there looked like it was holding its breath waiting for the boy to come back. Mentally, he grimaced and nodded his head, that’s what he was doing. He walked out and down the hall to the other bedroom. Looking around, he saw the closet was slightly open. He heard echoes of her voice, “Do we have time to pack?” He moved away from her closet, in turning he caught sight of a photograph on her nightstand. Someone had caught her and Ray Jr in a shared moment, both of them smiling at the camera. He picked up the photograph, brushing his thumb over their faces. He turned and walked out of the room; barely aware he still had the photo. He was heading outside, ostensibly to get boxes, mentally, he needed to get out of the house. He didn’t make it halfway down the stairs before he sank. He sat on the step, bowing his head as the memories battered at him. The longer he sat there, the louder they were. They became so loud; he didn’t hear the key in the lock as someone unlocked the front door. The door opening, letting in the daylight briefly caught his attention. The figure framed by that light caught his full attention. But it couldn’t be… “Yelina?”
 
Re: Until we meet again

:eek: omg!! you SOOO have to write more!!!! great fic...
 
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