Post by Laci Caine on Jan 14, 2008 15:38:42 GMT -10
Alright,
To start out I want to say that I know the newest episode of Miami goes by the title of my fic. However, I can assure you that this title has been in my head for months. And there is no connection at all to the episode.
Now that I have that out of the way, I also have to state that this story is and will be:
- Rated PG-18
- Adult language
- Adult situations (If it gets further, I will post a link to the chapter instead of posting the chapter openly.)
If I've forgotten anything, please let me know. Otherwise, enjoy my madness. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Except for Laci, who is of my own creation. The rest are owned by the folk's who own CSI: Miami- who I am borrowing them from. However, when I get done with them they'll all go back into their box. Except for Horatio because I'll never, ever be done with him. Also, the character of John Kelly is owned by the folks that created NYPD Blue.
Chapter 1 - Popping Cherry
Thinking back on all of the things that happened in her life, Laci Black sat in her therapist's office staring at a blank wall. She knew that things were not right with her, mostly. But she knew that things had to change. Her life had not been the best; she's been in a loveless marriage. But that was not all. She'd been beaten, and suffered several broken bones over the years.
"You need to accept that what happened with your husband's death was an accident. It was something that was going to happen weather you had control over the situation or not." Melissa stated. She'd been in this profession for years. But having to deal with the widow of a cop who'd subsequently beat her, and raped her-- it was a hard blow to take.
Laci sighed. "I killed him." She stated. Knowing that the woman didn't believe her, but that was what had happened. "I couldn't... deal with him beating me, and threatening to kill me because I cheated on him. But... the man that I slept with..." She started.
Melissa Cole looked over her gold colored, rimmed glasses at the young woman. "We've gone over this. You didn't kill your husband. The reports stated that he was shot in the back, trying to stop a robbery because he got the wrong car. Isn't that correct?" She questioned again. She had been writing notes on her pad. It would eventually then end up in her patient’s file.
She nodded. "I suppose so... but... they never caught the person that did it." She answered.
Doctor Cole sat there, watching her. "So... tell me about this guy that you slept with, that you seem to be so fond of."
Laci smiled. "I don't even know his name..." She answered. Watching as her shrink started to write on her pad again. "He looked like my husband, slightly older. He had the red hair, blue eyes... much kinder then I would have thought. But... I just wish I could find him again. I know he's here, I just... don't know where. All he'd tell me was that he was a cop in Miami." She finished.
The therapist nodded. "That's why you moved down here to Miami then? To find this man. If he's a cop, he shouldn't be too hard to find. Or..." She started, watching the woman. She leaned forward in her seat. "Do you not want to find him?" She asked.
She sat there looking to the woman. "I don't know... part of me wants to. But then the other half... I just don't think that he'd want to see me. I mean, we were together for a week for God's sake, stuck in his hotel room." She explained.
But she thought of going on, of telling her how he'd write her, telling her he missed her. But how could she face him after what she'd done? After a minute or so, she continued. "He writes me letters." She said.
Doctor Cole stopped with her writing. "What?" She asked. When Laci repeated herself, she smiled slightly. "So... something new you haven't stated before... what do you or should I say he-- write about?" She asked.
"Nothing really... just the weather. That he misses me, and wished that I was there with him." She answered. "He calls me his Juliet." She added, smiling uncontrollably.
Melissa added this to the notes that she had. Looking at her patient after a few minutes. "So, I would assume he's your Romeo then?"
She nodded. "Yes, but right before my husband died, he stopped writing me. I don't know what happened. He'd said that he never would... but..." She started again, finding that she felt like crying.
After a few seconds, she was able to stop herself from crying.
"But you're here now; you obviously care about him, even if you're unsure of his feelings right now." Melissa said, watching Laci.
Laci nodded. "I suppose so."
Not sure of what was really going on in her head. Knowing that she was stuck in the past, because of what she'd done. But what was she supposed to do when she was the wife of a cop, and that same cop was the one abusing her?
*****
Horatio Caine sighed, getting out of his Hummer. Closing the door, he moved to put his hands on his hips. A couple of fingers tapping the ID that hung on his belt. Moving after a few minutes to head into the scene that was there waiting for him.
He moved under the tape before heading into the building. He took off his sunglasses, looking over the scene, quietly.
"Frank, what do we have?" He asked, the balding Detective.
Tripp made his way over to the Lieutenant. "Sheri Miller, 29. She was stabbed, repeatedly." He answered, looking over his notes. He needed to make sure that his notes were right. Not wanting to leave anything out at all.
Caine moved over to the body, carefully. Knowing not to disturb the scene, and with the blood he was afraid of contaminating the scene. But he wanted a closer look at the body. "Do you have any other information on her?" He asked.
Frank sighed. The Detective looked over his notes again. "Yeah, she had a roommate. I talked to her and she said that the vic had a boyfriend. Cooper Reed." He continued. Tripp flipped the page up to the next one. "They weren't exactly the perfect couple apparently. We had several callouts to his place for domestic violence. But... I have someone out trying to track him down." He finished. Closing the book and putting it back in his own jacket pocket.
The scene was a mess. The coffee table was over turned; framed pictures that had been hung on the walls were now on the floor. It was shattered remains of a memory.
Horatio sighed. Knowing that they'd figure out who did this. But in the mean time, he wanted to talk to the boyfriend. Wanted to know what had happened, and if this was really what he thought it was.
He moved to put his sunglasses on and moved out of the apartment then. He knew that he had work to do. Passing Calleigh Dusquense in the hall, he stopped. "Process this scene like you would any other. I don't want to let any evidence slip. He said, standing there with her for the moment.
The blonde smiled. "Sure thing, H." She answered.
Watching her boss she got the feeling that something wasn't quite right with him. "I know it’s not my place to pry, but is everything okay?" She asked.
Horatio stood there for a minute. "Of course." He answered. "You should get back to work." He answered.
He just wanted out of there. The scene was too eerie for him, and he couldn't shake it. He moved to get back into his Hummer. Finding that he was just sitting there instead of starting the vehicle and heading to the lab like he had so many times before.
It was her in there. Or... at least that's what he kept seeing. He knew she was being abused, and there was nothing he could do about it. Felt helpless.
To start out I want to say that I know the newest episode of Miami goes by the title of my fic. However, I can assure you that this title has been in my head for months. And there is no connection at all to the episode.
Now that I have that out of the way, I also have to state that this story is and will be:
- Rated PG-18
- Adult language
- Adult situations (If it gets further, I will post a link to the chapter instead of posting the chapter openly.)
If I've forgotten anything, please let me know. Otherwise, enjoy my madness. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Except for Laci, who is of my own creation. The rest are owned by the folk's who own CSI: Miami- who I am borrowing them from. However, when I get done with them they'll all go back into their box. Except for Horatio because I'll never, ever be done with him. Also, the character of John Kelly is owned by the folks that created NYPD Blue.
Chapter 1 - Popping Cherry
Thinking back on all of the things that happened in her life, Laci Black sat in her therapist's office staring at a blank wall. She knew that things were not right with her, mostly. But she knew that things had to change. Her life had not been the best; she's been in a loveless marriage. But that was not all. She'd been beaten, and suffered several broken bones over the years.
"You need to accept that what happened with your husband's death was an accident. It was something that was going to happen weather you had control over the situation or not." Melissa stated. She'd been in this profession for years. But having to deal with the widow of a cop who'd subsequently beat her, and raped her-- it was a hard blow to take.
Laci sighed. "I killed him." She stated. Knowing that the woman didn't believe her, but that was what had happened. "I couldn't... deal with him beating me, and threatening to kill me because I cheated on him. But... the man that I slept with..." She started.
Melissa Cole looked over her gold colored, rimmed glasses at the young woman. "We've gone over this. You didn't kill your husband. The reports stated that he was shot in the back, trying to stop a robbery because he got the wrong car. Isn't that correct?" She questioned again. She had been writing notes on her pad. It would eventually then end up in her patient’s file.
She nodded. "I suppose so... but... they never caught the person that did it." She answered.
Doctor Cole sat there, watching her. "So... tell me about this guy that you slept with, that you seem to be so fond of."
Laci smiled. "I don't even know his name..." She answered. Watching as her shrink started to write on her pad again. "He looked like my husband, slightly older. He had the red hair, blue eyes... much kinder then I would have thought. But... I just wish I could find him again. I know he's here, I just... don't know where. All he'd tell me was that he was a cop in Miami." She finished.
The therapist nodded. "That's why you moved down here to Miami then? To find this man. If he's a cop, he shouldn't be too hard to find. Or..." She started, watching the woman. She leaned forward in her seat. "Do you not want to find him?" She asked.
She sat there looking to the woman. "I don't know... part of me wants to. But then the other half... I just don't think that he'd want to see me. I mean, we were together for a week for God's sake, stuck in his hotel room." She explained.
But she thought of going on, of telling her how he'd write her, telling her he missed her. But how could she face him after what she'd done? After a minute or so, she continued. "He writes me letters." She said.
Doctor Cole stopped with her writing. "What?" She asked. When Laci repeated herself, she smiled slightly. "So... something new you haven't stated before... what do you or should I say he-- write about?" She asked.
"Nothing really... just the weather. That he misses me, and wished that I was there with him." She answered. "He calls me his Juliet." She added, smiling uncontrollably.
Melissa added this to the notes that she had. Looking at her patient after a few minutes. "So, I would assume he's your Romeo then?"
She nodded. "Yes, but right before my husband died, he stopped writing me. I don't know what happened. He'd said that he never would... but..." She started again, finding that she felt like crying.
After a few seconds, she was able to stop herself from crying.
"But you're here now; you obviously care about him, even if you're unsure of his feelings right now." Melissa said, watching Laci.
Laci nodded. "I suppose so."
Not sure of what was really going on in her head. Knowing that she was stuck in the past, because of what she'd done. But what was she supposed to do when she was the wife of a cop, and that same cop was the one abusing her?
*****
Horatio Caine sighed, getting out of his Hummer. Closing the door, he moved to put his hands on his hips. A couple of fingers tapping the ID that hung on his belt. Moving after a few minutes to head into the scene that was there waiting for him.
He moved under the tape before heading into the building. He took off his sunglasses, looking over the scene, quietly.
"Frank, what do we have?" He asked, the balding Detective.
Tripp made his way over to the Lieutenant. "Sheri Miller, 29. She was stabbed, repeatedly." He answered, looking over his notes. He needed to make sure that his notes were right. Not wanting to leave anything out at all.
Caine moved over to the body, carefully. Knowing not to disturb the scene, and with the blood he was afraid of contaminating the scene. But he wanted a closer look at the body. "Do you have any other information on her?" He asked.
Frank sighed. The Detective looked over his notes again. "Yeah, she had a roommate. I talked to her and she said that the vic had a boyfriend. Cooper Reed." He continued. Tripp flipped the page up to the next one. "They weren't exactly the perfect couple apparently. We had several callouts to his place for domestic violence. But... I have someone out trying to track him down." He finished. Closing the book and putting it back in his own jacket pocket.
The scene was a mess. The coffee table was over turned; framed pictures that had been hung on the walls were now on the floor. It was shattered remains of a memory.
Horatio sighed. Knowing that they'd figure out who did this. But in the mean time, he wanted to talk to the boyfriend. Wanted to know what had happened, and if this was really what he thought it was.
He moved to put his sunglasses on and moved out of the apartment then. He knew that he had work to do. Passing Calleigh Dusquense in the hall, he stopped. "Process this scene like you would any other. I don't want to let any evidence slip. He said, standing there with her for the moment.
The blonde smiled. "Sure thing, H." She answered.
Watching her boss she got the feeling that something wasn't quite right with him. "I know it’s not my place to pry, but is everything okay?" She asked.
Horatio stood there for a minute. "Of course." He answered. "You should get back to work." He answered.
He just wanted out of there. The scene was too eerie for him, and he couldn't shake it. He moved to get back into his Hummer. Finding that he was just sitting there instead of starting the vehicle and heading to the lab like he had so many times before.
It was her in there. Or... at least that's what he kept seeing. He knew she was being abused, and there was nothing he could do about it. Felt helpless.
*is not giving it away* 
;D ;D