Post by Cammie Moonites on Dec 11, 2008 5:29:00 GMT -10
This is something i just kind of randomly came up with just now, and ran with, I had been thinking of ideas for it, earlier yesterday evening, and now i just like.. wrote it down, I hope you enjoy I'm hoping to bring more to it soon ^.^[/b]
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He shook awake, eyes shooting open, hand going for his pistol immediately, He shuddered. Looked around, now paranoid. He got up, and looked around more.. it became apparent that it was only a nightmare.. of his past. He set his pistol down and throw his legs around to the edge of the bed. Put his hands into his face, and fall onto his side atop the bed, sighing, he tried to piece together everything, but there was nothing to piece together, the memories weren’t there, the injuries where. There was only one possible explanation.. but he didn’t, and wouldn’t face it.
No…Please…not again… He shuddered with the words in his head..
He walked slowly to the bathroom, still keeping an eye on his own surrounding in his home..this place he knew, that he would never call home.. he sighed, and shifted his weight, as he stood. He stood, staring into his reflection in his bathroom, his deep ocean blue eyes where narrowed to slits.. Something about the look he saw, wasn’t him. The black eye he’d held onto for a little longer than it was supposed to, the shattered cheekbone.. all reminders of what he’d went through.. more than anyone knew, more than he’d told anyone. There was much, much more to the story than Horatio Caine had let on. But he wouldn’t allow anyone to know, he told himself, no matter how hard Rick interrogated him, no matter how much his team pried, no one would find out what really happened to him. And that was how it was going to stay, deep down in his heart, those memories would stay.
Horatio sighed, and pulled his hand through his hair. His eyes widening, he’d not seen his wounds since, he’d not seen them at all yet, the massive knife wound that went across his head… it wasn’t deep.. but it was still there, he also noted the gunshot wound, he’d not been aware of that went into his collar bone.. Horatio Caine had been injured before, on the job, injured before off the job, he shook his head, been attacked, ambushed, everything he could think of. But this was different, and sooner rather then later it hit him.. he’d been abducted.. and tortured, drugged and sexually assaulted.
He shuddered again, just like, when he was a kid, but it couldn’t have been his dad…he killed his dad, and his mom was dead as well… he shifted his weight again and went into the living room. Work was calling him, he noted as he sat on his couch. He’d come in, when he was clear in the mind and could distract himself enough..he wondered if it was possible. He shifted in the chair uneasy now that he’d finally been able to remember everything… it had all came back to him, those memories he didn’t know where there.
He sighed, and stood up unable to sit for very long, grabbed his pistol, shield, phone and keys and walked out the door he went downstairs to meet the hummer that was there waiting for him. Unlocked it, and fell in the drivers seat. Work was calling him, he noted again.. as his cell phone vibrated at his side. And he realized he would never be able to distract himself from those memories, until he admitted they happened, until he followed the same advice he’d given to many a victim. Funny how the cop had become the victim, he thought, and he knew what they said;
Law Enforcement Officials, by their very nature, make the worst victims.
It was going to be a long ride to the lab, he knew, a long ride of himself alone, and his thoughts, and a lot could happen with that kind of memory floating around in ones head. He shifted as he drove, not going to do anything crazy, suicide wasn’t an option for him, instead, he’d learn to live with what happened, as he realized that that was probably why he woke up so sore… someone had put him in his bed the night previous.. he hadn’t, he didn’t remember being at home, for that matter..
As soon as he got the facts strait, That was when he’d know who to go after..
He now had a mission, a mission that whoever had done this to him, would not get away with it.
Over his dead body.[/b]
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He shook awake, eyes shooting open, hand going for his pistol immediately, He shuddered. Looked around, now paranoid. He got up, and looked around more.. it became apparent that it was only a nightmare.. of his past. He set his pistol down and throw his legs around to the edge of the bed. Put his hands into his face, and fall onto his side atop the bed, sighing, he tried to piece together everything, but there was nothing to piece together, the memories weren’t there, the injuries where. There was only one possible explanation.. but he didn’t, and wouldn’t face it.
No…Please…not again… He shuddered with the words in his head..
He walked slowly to the bathroom, still keeping an eye on his own surrounding in his home..this place he knew, that he would never call home.. he sighed, and shifted his weight, as he stood. He stood, staring into his reflection in his bathroom, his deep ocean blue eyes where narrowed to slits.. Something about the look he saw, wasn’t him. The black eye he’d held onto for a little longer than it was supposed to, the shattered cheekbone.. all reminders of what he’d went through.. more than anyone knew, more than he’d told anyone. There was much, much more to the story than Horatio Caine had let on. But he wouldn’t allow anyone to know, he told himself, no matter how hard Rick interrogated him, no matter how much his team pried, no one would find out what really happened to him. And that was how it was going to stay, deep down in his heart, those memories would stay.
Horatio sighed, and pulled his hand through his hair. His eyes widening, he’d not seen his wounds since, he’d not seen them at all yet, the massive knife wound that went across his head… it wasn’t deep.. but it was still there, he also noted the gunshot wound, he’d not been aware of that went into his collar bone.. Horatio Caine had been injured before, on the job, injured before off the job, he shook his head, been attacked, ambushed, everything he could think of. But this was different, and sooner rather then later it hit him.. he’d been abducted.. and tortured, drugged and sexually assaulted.
He shuddered again, just like, when he was a kid, but it couldn’t have been his dad…he killed his dad, and his mom was dead as well… he shifted his weight again and went into the living room. Work was calling him, he noted as he sat on his couch. He’d come in, when he was clear in the mind and could distract himself enough..he wondered if it was possible. He shifted in the chair uneasy now that he’d finally been able to remember everything… it had all came back to him, those memories he didn’t know where there.
He sighed, and stood up unable to sit for very long, grabbed his pistol, shield, phone and keys and walked out the door he went downstairs to meet the hummer that was there waiting for him. Unlocked it, and fell in the drivers seat. Work was calling him, he noted again.. as his cell phone vibrated at his side. And he realized he would never be able to distract himself from those memories, until he admitted they happened, until he followed the same advice he’d given to many a victim. Funny how the cop had become the victim, he thought, and he knew what they said;
Law Enforcement Officials, by their very nature, make the worst victims.
It was going to be a long ride to the lab, he knew, a long ride of himself alone, and his thoughts, and a lot could happen with that kind of memory floating around in ones head. He shifted as he drove, not going to do anything crazy, suicide wasn’t an option for him, instead, he’d learn to live with what happened, as he realized that that was probably why he woke up so sore… someone had put him in his bed the night previous.. he hadn’t, he didn’t remember being at home, for that matter..
As soon as he got the facts strait, That was when he’d know who to go after..
He now had a mission, a mission that whoever had done this to him, would not get away with it.
Over his dead body.[/b]
