Post by Cammie Moonites on Feb 8, 2009 6:22:16 GMT -10
This is one of those kinds of story's that just flow out of you, because of your own emotions kind of thing, so bear with me since I just typed this, and its only the begining.
Horatio x Marisol
I hope you enjoy
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He had so much going for him… he realized as he stood staring down at the grave of his long lost wife. The red rose was still there, after all this time – Flashing back to everything they’d been through together, and realizing how much he missed her touch, her warm embrace… Those small things that made him realize how to live. The things that, many people take for granted, being touched, and held and holding the one they loved…
He wondered how long it would be before, he was over her. Before he would be able to live a day and not look back at the life he could have had, if he would have been there to take that bullet instead of her. He would have gladly done it. He knew –
He missed her so much, everything about her, and her being. Something that he knew, as he stood, and shifted his weight, he’d never forget.
“Marisol..” he whimpered, and saline tears ran down his features, the features that seemed to have the scars of time etched into them.
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Horatio Caine stood, on the outside of the Crime Lab, another day at work, another life to be saved or lost, or a case to be won. It seemed to be getting old for him, he realized, all the pain, suffering, the job was his life, but, for some reason it seemed, it was just getting dull, and he was growing complacent. And he knew the moment he could admit it out loud, that he’d gone complacent would be the moment someone lost their life because he didn’t feel the need to save them. And that, to him meant that he was no more than a burnt out cop.
Sun was shining down on him as he stood creating a angelic look around his form, although he knew he didn’t deserve it much less admit that he was an angel in disguise – which he was not. He was dimmed, and dark, broken and beaten, and long overdue to have his life taken from him, so many threats, no follow through, not even he could follow through with the act.. of taking his own life.
He seemed to always flash back to that night, the same night that Marisol had been taken from him. Selfish he thought, to think that she would agree with him taking his own life, but it seemed to be the only option he’d had, that night. He wondered if anyone else knew, this dirty little secret. For sure if Rick found out, he knew, he would be out of a job, and lose his pension. But what was a person to do, when they lose everything, had lost, everything.
Horatio didn’t know the answer, and it seemed anyone and everyone close to him was in danger, because of him. All of the danger centered around his single being, and that night, he thought for a split second, that maybe if he was gone, the danger would go with him. But he knew, from prior experience that it didn’t work that way, and sanity clutched back at his gut, and his mind, and he couldn’t pull the trigger. He was curious as well, when he would finally go down, or if he was just going to die of old age..
Shift of the weight and he started walking toward the hummer, which he’d had for almost seven years now, same one- same as the morning he’d started as Lieutenant, he’d not changed cars, when the department had decided to upgrade – no, he wanted to stay current, and with his old hummer. Over one hundred and fifty thousand miles on it, and it still ran like it was brand new. Another trait Horatio was lacking, he was sputtering out, and losing his way. He didn’t really know who he was any longer. Was he the Lieutenant of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Or was he just another burnt out cop who seemed to not know any boundaries.
He wondered when, and if he’d ever figure out who he was, and after everything he’d been through, he didn’t know, if he would. Shift of the gears and he threw it into drive, he was going to go to the glades – to escape the hell of a life he was living, it seemed no one cared – actually cared about him as it where. Maybe he could get lost for a few hours, he thought.
Marisol – came back into his mind, as he drove the long roads to the Everglades. He lived in a world where the good was the bad, or could be good, and the bad, could be the bad, or it could be a misunderstanding from all sides. And he’d had to make life changing decisions every single day of his life. Almost every minute- He was the one who chose if they prosecuted someone, or if they got let go. He could judge innocence very well..
Marisol --- she was innocent – She was just a victim of his own dangerous being. And how much he missed her. He realized as he pounded his fists on the steering wheel.. How much… Saline tears started down his face, and he couldn’t stop them. Three years later, and he still, missed her the same as he did when she died. That pain wouldn’t ever go away, that image of her lying on that bed, and him holding her hand, would never- never fade from his memory. It would haunt him the rest of his life, because he knew, deep down, her death was his fault.
Horatio x Marisol
I hope you enjoy
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He had so much going for him… he realized as he stood staring down at the grave of his long lost wife. The red rose was still there, after all this time – Flashing back to everything they’d been through together, and realizing how much he missed her touch, her warm embrace… Those small things that made him realize how to live. The things that, many people take for granted, being touched, and held and holding the one they loved…
He wondered how long it would be before, he was over her. Before he would be able to live a day and not look back at the life he could have had, if he would have been there to take that bullet instead of her. He would have gladly done it. He knew –
He missed her so much, everything about her, and her being. Something that he knew, as he stood, and shifted his weight, he’d never forget.
“Marisol..” he whimpered, and saline tears ran down his features, the features that seemed to have the scars of time etched into them.
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Horatio Caine stood, on the outside of the Crime Lab, another day at work, another life to be saved or lost, or a case to be won. It seemed to be getting old for him, he realized, all the pain, suffering, the job was his life, but, for some reason it seemed, it was just getting dull, and he was growing complacent. And he knew the moment he could admit it out loud, that he’d gone complacent would be the moment someone lost their life because he didn’t feel the need to save them. And that, to him meant that he was no more than a burnt out cop.
Sun was shining down on him as he stood creating a angelic look around his form, although he knew he didn’t deserve it much less admit that he was an angel in disguise – which he was not. He was dimmed, and dark, broken and beaten, and long overdue to have his life taken from him, so many threats, no follow through, not even he could follow through with the act.. of taking his own life.
He seemed to always flash back to that night, the same night that Marisol had been taken from him. Selfish he thought, to think that she would agree with him taking his own life, but it seemed to be the only option he’d had, that night. He wondered if anyone else knew, this dirty little secret. For sure if Rick found out, he knew, he would be out of a job, and lose his pension. But what was a person to do, when they lose everything, had lost, everything.
Horatio didn’t know the answer, and it seemed anyone and everyone close to him was in danger, because of him. All of the danger centered around his single being, and that night, he thought for a split second, that maybe if he was gone, the danger would go with him. But he knew, from prior experience that it didn’t work that way, and sanity clutched back at his gut, and his mind, and he couldn’t pull the trigger. He was curious as well, when he would finally go down, or if he was just going to die of old age..
Shift of the weight and he started walking toward the hummer, which he’d had for almost seven years now, same one- same as the morning he’d started as Lieutenant, he’d not changed cars, when the department had decided to upgrade – no, he wanted to stay current, and with his old hummer. Over one hundred and fifty thousand miles on it, and it still ran like it was brand new. Another trait Horatio was lacking, he was sputtering out, and losing his way. He didn’t really know who he was any longer. Was he the Lieutenant of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Or was he just another burnt out cop who seemed to not know any boundaries.
He wondered when, and if he’d ever figure out who he was, and after everything he’d been through, he didn’t know, if he would. Shift of the gears and he threw it into drive, he was going to go to the glades – to escape the hell of a life he was living, it seemed no one cared – actually cared about him as it where. Maybe he could get lost for a few hours, he thought.
Marisol – came back into his mind, as he drove the long roads to the Everglades. He lived in a world where the good was the bad, or could be good, and the bad, could be the bad, or it could be a misunderstanding from all sides. And he’d had to make life changing decisions every single day of his life. Almost every minute- He was the one who chose if they prosecuted someone, or if they got let go. He could judge innocence very well..
Marisol --- she was innocent – She was just a victim of his own dangerous being. And how much he missed her. He realized as he pounded his fists on the steering wheel.. How much… Saline tears started down his face, and he couldn’t stop them. Three years later, and he still, missed her the same as he did when she died. That pain wouldn’t ever go away, that image of her lying on that bed, and him holding her hand, would never- never fade from his memory. It would haunt him the rest of his life, because he knew, deep down, her death was his fault.