_Calleigh_
Coroner
My first (and non beta'd) attempt with CaRWash ff (I'm such an incurable multishipper :lol
. Hope it's not that bad.
Summary: Ryan and Calleigh have secretly been together for six months, until one day something horrible happens to one of them. How will the other cope with this? [Angst and Romance]
HERE WITHOUT YOU
The night was peaceful and silent in Miami. Winter had come and it was the coldest of the last few years. The house was dark and quiet and the only audible noise was the faint ticking of the clock in the sitting room.
Suddenly a phone rang and a perfectly manicured hand reached out sleepily for it.
“Hallo?” Calleigh said in a husky voice, rubbing her tired eyes with the free hand.
“Calleigh, it’s Horatio.” Said the voice at the other end of the phone. “There’s an emergency, I need you to come to the lab as soon as you can. Eric’s already coming, I’m try to find Ryan too, but he’s unavailable.”
Calleigh’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced down at the bleeper lying on the floor in front of her bed among several pieces of clothing.
“I’ll be there in ten.” She said. “And don’t worry about Ryan, I’ll find him.”
“Thanks, Calleigh.”
She closed the call and sighed, pulling some hair away from her face.
“Hey.” She whispered, leaning down on the figure sleeping on her side.
A groan emerged from the blankets and the figure stirred, turning to her.
“Cal.” He mumbled, opening his eyes. “What the hell-?”
“It was Horatio.” She said, brushing his hair and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “There’s an emergency at the lab.”
The young man yawned and sat up, exposing his bare chest to her sight.
“This means we’ll have to put off our breakfast in bed, I assume…” he replied complainingly.
Calleigh stood up, wearing nothing more than her lingerie.
“Precisely.” She confirmed, as she headed out the room, brushing her long silky hair.
“Oh, and, Ryan?” she added, turning back for a moment. “I think you should charge your battery.” And she pointed at the bleeper on the floor.
*
“Thanks for coming, guys.” Horatio said when Calleigh and Ryan entered the lab. “The whole night shift is on a tough case. We’ll have to handle the other cases.”
Calleigh and Ryan looked at each other questioningly. Apparently Horatio hadn’t noticed the fact they had arrived together even though Calleigh’s house was five minutes away from the lab, while Ryan’s was at least half an hour.
“Ryan, you and Eric are going to the port. DB found on a yacht.”
Ryan nodded and cast a quick look at Calleigh, blinking while he knew Horatio wasn’t watching, and went to find Eric.
“Calleigh, you have a robbery. Someone stole forty-eight guns from a private collection in Cuconut Grove.” Horatio added, handing her a folder.
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed, examining the contents of the folder.
“No kidding.” He answered. “Nobody got hurt. You only have to talk to the owner of the guns and inspect the crime scene.”
“Fine.” She sighed, checking the time on her watch. Three o’clock in the morning. It was going to be a long night.
On her way to Coconut Grove, Calleigh nibbled a couple of croissants Ryan had bought her on their way to the lab. She smiled thinking about how caring and loving he had proved since they had started seeing each other.
It had happened so naturally they had barely realized they were actually dating. It all began with a beer and a friendly chat at a pub after a shift, then they started having dinner together and going out, planning their days off together.
The real twist had happened six months before, when, after one of their dinners, Ryan had brought her home.
“Thanks for the beautiful dinner. I really enjoyed it.” She said with a huge smile, as he walked her to her door.
Ryan returned the smile, looking straight into the green of her eyes.
“You say that every time.” He said.
He had that sweet look he had been wearing for a while lately and she simply adored the way he shyly put his hands in his pockets when he was secretly embarrassed.
“Because every time you make it beautiful.” She replied automatically, opening the door.
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds without saying a word, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
“Want to have a coffee?” she asked casually, pointing with her head at the inside of her house.
The grin on Ryan’s face widened.
“I would love to.”
Calleigh closed the door behind them and turned to him.
“Why don’t you-“
He didn’t let her finish the sentence. Calleigh barely noticed she had dropped her purse when Ryan’s lips met hers in the hottest kiss she had ever experienced. For a second she felt dizzy and unaware of the circumstance, then he suddenly pulled apart, staring at the floor.
“Calleigh, I’m sorry. I’d better g-“
“Don’t.” she whispered, caressing his face, leaning her forehead on his. “Don’t” she repeated and she kissed him again.
After a moment of surprise, his hands wrapped firmly around her waist, gently stroking her back. Calleigh knew what was going to happen, and as her shirt fell on the floor, she chose not to stop it.
Due to works on the road, Calleigh had to park the car a block away the address Horatio had given her and cover the rest of the distance on foot. When she arrived at the mansion, she found a young cop waiting for her in front of the gate.
“Agent Duquesne?” he asked her when she got off the car and approached him.
“Yes.” She answered, looking around. There was nothing but darkness. “Where’s the crime scene?”
The man shrugged, sighing.
“I’m Officer Tyson. Apparently it was a false alarm.” He said. “Whoever made the call wasn’t the owner of this house. Mr Harrison, the real owner, has been away for a fortnight and the house is empty. Besides he declared he hasn’t got any firearms collection, so I guess it was just some bad joke.”
Calleigh rolled her eyes.
“Oh, great!” she commented, exasperated. “No crime scene, no crime, no criminologist needed.”
“I’m sorry.” The cop said, getting into his car.
“It’s not your fault.” Said Calleigh with a sigh. She watched the cop drive away, then she turned on her heels and walked back to her car.
The cold of December was sharp and she shivered under the piercing touch of the wind. She had never heard such a creepy, unnatural silence.
When she finally spotted her car on the other side of the road, her lips curled up with relief. She normally wasn’t afraid of darkness nor of being alone, but that night there was something strange in the air, something that made her feel uncomfortable.
She quickly reached the Hummer and opened it nervously. She barely had the time to put her kit inside that someone suddenly grabbed with violence and put something on her mouth. She knew it was choloform. She knew she had not to breathe and not to struggle, but she couldn’t help it. After a short while she started feeling sick and everything went black. All that was left of her was a lost earring.
*
“Horatio, have you seen Calleigh?” Ryan asked, entering Horatio’s office at the beginning of the day shift.
Horatio looked up from his desk and shook his head.
“Nobody has seen her since tonight.” Ryan said. “I thought she’d be back by now.”
“Call her. Maybe she found something important, or she may be struck in the traffic. I know that zone is being restored.”
“I’ve already tried several times, but she won’t answer.” Said Ryan. His voice showed he was clearly nervous.
Horatio’s face became worried. In that moment the phone rang.
“Caine.” He said. “Tripp, slow down, I can’t- What?”
Ryan listened stoned, his heart furiously beating. The more the conversation between Horatio and Tripp went on, the more he felt agitated.
“Are you sure?” Horatio was saying, his brows furrowed. “Ok. Thanks, Frank.”
When at last he lifted his eyes, Ryan immediately felt something was wrong.
“What’s up?” he asked in concern. “Horatio, what happened to Calleigh?”
Horatio sighed, joining his hands and bending his head.
“Tripp said there was no robbery. The officer who was with her got back to the police station three hours ago.” Ryan clearly felt his heart stop in that precise moment. “A few minutes ago a patrol found her Hummer parked in Coconut Grove.”
“No!” he muttered in disbelief. That was not happening.
“Calleigh’s missing.”
TBC...
. Hope it's not that bad. Summary: Ryan and Calleigh have secretly been together for six months, until one day something horrible happens to one of them. How will the other cope with this? [Angst and Romance]
HERE WITHOUT YOU
The night was peaceful and silent in Miami. Winter had come and it was the coldest of the last few years. The house was dark and quiet and the only audible noise was the faint ticking of the clock in the sitting room.
Suddenly a phone rang and a perfectly manicured hand reached out sleepily for it.
“Hallo?” Calleigh said in a husky voice, rubbing her tired eyes with the free hand.
“Calleigh, it’s Horatio.” Said the voice at the other end of the phone. “There’s an emergency, I need you to come to the lab as soon as you can. Eric’s already coming, I’m try to find Ryan too, but he’s unavailable.”
Calleigh’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced down at the bleeper lying on the floor in front of her bed among several pieces of clothing.
“I’ll be there in ten.” She said. “And don’t worry about Ryan, I’ll find him.”
“Thanks, Calleigh.”
She closed the call and sighed, pulling some hair away from her face.
“Hey.” She whispered, leaning down on the figure sleeping on her side.
A groan emerged from the blankets and the figure stirred, turning to her.
“Cal.” He mumbled, opening his eyes. “What the hell-?”
“It was Horatio.” She said, brushing his hair and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “There’s an emergency at the lab.”
The young man yawned and sat up, exposing his bare chest to her sight.
“This means we’ll have to put off our breakfast in bed, I assume…” he replied complainingly.
Calleigh stood up, wearing nothing more than her lingerie.
“Precisely.” She confirmed, as she headed out the room, brushing her long silky hair.
“Oh, and, Ryan?” she added, turning back for a moment. “I think you should charge your battery.” And she pointed at the bleeper on the floor.
*
“Thanks for coming, guys.” Horatio said when Calleigh and Ryan entered the lab. “The whole night shift is on a tough case. We’ll have to handle the other cases.”
Calleigh and Ryan looked at each other questioningly. Apparently Horatio hadn’t noticed the fact they had arrived together even though Calleigh’s house was five minutes away from the lab, while Ryan’s was at least half an hour.
“Ryan, you and Eric are going to the port. DB found on a yacht.”
Ryan nodded and cast a quick look at Calleigh, blinking while he knew Horatio wasn’t watching, and went to find Eric.
“Calleigh, you have a robbery. Someone stole forty-eight guns from a private collection in Cuconut Grove.” Horatio added, handing her a folder.
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed, examining the contents of the folder.
“No kidding.” He answered. “Nobody got hurt. You only have to talk to the owner of the guns and inspect the crime scene.”
“Fine.” She sighed, checking the time on her watch. Three o’clock in the morning. It was going to be a long night.
On her way to Coconut Grove, Calleigh nibbled a couple of croissants Ryan had bought her on their way to the lab. She smiled thinking about how caring and loving he had proved since they had started seeing each other.
It had happened so naturally they had barely realized they were actually dating. It all began with a beer and a friendly chat at a pub after a shift, then they started having dinner together and going out, planning their days off together.
The real twist had happened six months before, when, after one of their dinners, Ryan had brought her home.
“Thanks for the beautiful dinner. I really enjoyed it.” She said with a huge smile, as he walked her to her door.
Ryan returned the smile, looking straight into the green of her eyes.
“You say that every time.” He said.
He had that sweet look he had been wearing for a while lately and she simply adored the way he shyly put his hands in his pockets when he was secretly embarrassed.
“Because every time you make it beautiful.” She replied automatically, opening the door.
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds without saying a word, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
“Want to have a coffee?” she asked casually, pointing with her head at the inside of her house.
The grin on Ryan’s face widened.
“I would love to.”
Calleigh closed the door behind them and turned to him.
“Why don’t you-“
He didn’t let her finish the sentence. Calleigh barely noticed she had dropped her purse when Ryan’s lips met hers in the hottest kiss she had ever experienced. For a second she felt dizzy and unaware of the circumstance, then he suddenly pulled apart, staring at the floor.
“Calleigh, I’m sorry. I’d better g-“
“Don’t.” she whispered, caressing his face, leaning her forehead on his. “Don’t” she repeated and she kissed him again.
After a moment of surprise, his hands wrapped firmly around her waist, gently stroking her back. Calleigh knew what was going to happen, and as her shirt fell on the floor, she chose not to stop it.
Due to works on the road, Calleigh had to park the car a block away the address Horatio had given her and cover the rest of the distance on foot. When she arrived at the mansion, she found a young cop waiting for her in front of the gate.
“Agent Duquesne?” he asked her when she got off the car and approached him.
“Yes.” She answered, looking around. There was nothing but darkness. “Where’s the crime scene?”
The man shrugged, sighing.
“I’m Officer Tyson. Apparently it was a false alarm.” He said. “Whoever made the call wasn’t the owner of this house. Mr Harrison, the real owner, has been away for a fortnight and the house is empty. Besides he declared he hasn’t got any firearms collection, so I guess it was just some bad joke.”
Calleigh rolled her eyes.
“Oh, great!” she commented, exasperated. “No crime scene, no crime, no criminologist needed.”
“I’m sorry.” The cop said, getting into his car.
“It’s not your fault.” Said Calleigh with a sigh. She watched the cop drive away, then she turned on her heels and walked back to her car.
The cold of December was sharp and she shivered under the piercing touch of the wind. She had never heard such a creepy, unnatural silence.
When she finally spotted her car on the other side of the road, her lips curled up with relief. She normally wasn’t afraid of darkness nor of being alone, but that night there was something strange in the air, something that made her feel uncomfortable.
She quickly reached the Hummer and opened it nervously. She barely had the time to put her kit inside that someone suddenly grabbed with violence and put something on her mouth. She knew it was choloform. She knew she had not to breathe and not to struggle, but she couldn’t help it. After a short while she started feeling sick and everything went black. All that was left of her was a lost earring.
*
“Horatio, have you seen Calleigh?” Ryan asked, entering Horatio’s office at the beginning of the day shift.
Horatio looked up from his desk and shook his head.
“Nobody has seen her since tonight.” Ryan said. “I thought she’d be back by now.”
“Call her. Maybe she found something important, or she may be struck in the traffic. I know that zone is being restored.”
“I’ve already tried several times, but she won’t answer.” Said Ryan. His voice showed he was clearly nervous.
Horatio’s face became worried. In that moment the phone rang.
“Caine.” He said. “Tripp, slow down, I can’t- What?”
Ryan listened stoned, his heart furiously beating. The more the conversation between Horatio and Tripp went on, the more he felt agitated.
“Are you sure?” Horatio was saying, his brows furrowed. “Ok. Thanks, Frank.”
When at last he lifted his eyes, Ryan immediately felt something was wrong.
“What’s up?” he asked in concern. “Horatio, what happened to Calleigh?”
Horatio sighed, joining his hands and bending his head.
“Tripp said there was no robbery. The officer who was with her got back to the police station three hours ago.” Ryan clearly felt his heart stop in that precise moment. “A few minutes ago a patrol found her Hummer parked in Coconut Grove.”
“No!” he muttered in disbelief. That was not happening.
“Calleigh’s missing.”
TBC...
