Post by jessica on Aug 29, 2009 0:49:28 GMT -10
I can't believe it that we made it to the forth thread. That's absolutely fantastic. *does the happy dance*
So the countdown started.. two more chapter.. which means four days until the story is finished.
I can assure you that it was just a coincidence that Horatio met the Speedles, but then again.. it probably was another sign? Who knows....
There's once again a little jump in time, so sorry for all of who'd been waiting for a beach scene or a Christmas scene. There won't any of these in this story.. but who knows..maybe some day in a sequel. But I can't promise.
So right now.. have fun with the next part.
Jess
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Chapter 18.1
A lonely figure was standing on the patio of their garden. The sun had already set, due to the time of day, and was now illuming the sky with wonderful reddish and orange colors. The sky was clear, no cloud could be seen and the first stars were starting to appear. It would be the perfect weather for subsequent events this night, because it was a very special day today.
Today was the very last day of the year, December the 31st and later on there would be a big firework on the beach, with thousands of bystanders. But this wasn’t interesting for the lonely figure. He had never been much into fireworks and crowds of people had never been something he would enjoy. No, he would spend this day at home, without ruffle or excitement and in the hope that the loud noises won’t frighten his daughter.
Furthermore, he had a lot of thinking to do and decisions to make. This was New Year’s Eve after all and when if not on this day were decisions made that should change your future?
With a small sigh he leaned down a bit and rested with his forearms on the wooden railing. His sight wandered upwards to the sky and for a few moments he just relinquished the feeling contentedness that was surrounding him. What he didn’t realize though was that he was watched by someone else.
With a smile, Calleigh did her best to not spill any of the wine she was carrying when she closed the slide door behind her. “Here you are,” she said softly and walked to him. “We already wondered if you left us in order to watch the firework,” she teased and held out a glass for him.
“Oh I still have a few hours left, so don’t give me any ideas,” he countered playfully and took the glass. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome; I thought it would fit to our dinner. I hope you don’t mind that I snooped around in your wine rag?”
“Not as long as you share your findings with me,” he chuckled and took a small sip of his drink.
“Scouts honor,” she promised and mimicked his posture. “So what are you doing out here, while we’re slaving in the kitchen for you?” she asked him with a small hint of curiosity.
“Thinking,” he answered cryptically. “And enjoying the silence.”
“Was that a hint?” she looked up to him.
He gently shook his head. “No, I don’t mind sharing the silence and breaking it every once in a while.”
“Glad to hear,” she smiled and leaned against him.
Automatically he wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders and grinned to himself when he heard her sigh. “Cold?”
“Mhm, a bit,” she nodded almost unnoticeable. “That’s rather stupid, isn’t it? I mean it’s still 68°F and I don’t even want to imagine how cold it’s in other cities.”
“Well I think the Miami weather has made us more sensitive to such degrees. I mean I was born in New York and it can get really cold there, but you’re so used to the high temperatures here that I’m also feeling cold when it hit the 68°F. So no, it’s anything but stupid in my eyes.”
“Do you miss the lower temperatures?”
“Sometimes. When it’s Christmas, yes. I miss celebrating Christmas with snow and when it’s really humid here, I miss it too. But otherwise…no.”
“A typical white Christmas, huh? Now this would be nice. No Santa wearing Bermuda shorts,” she giggled.
“Don’t remind me of that;” he groaned. “Santa in Bermudas is just wrong and should be forbidden.”
“Well that’s Miami, what did you expect?” she teased and sipped on her wine.
“Not Santa on a Jet Ski, that’s for sure,” he replied and made himself the promise to show Elena a real white Christmas one day. Not preferably in New York, but there were several other places where they could go to. “By the way, what are you doing here actually? I mean except of interrupting my thoughts and not slaving in the kitchen for me, as you put it so nicely.”
“Well I’m here to deliver a message from your daughter,” she smirked at him.
“Oh? Now I’m curious. What is it about?”
tbc
So the countdown started.. two more chapter.. which means four days until the story is finished.
I can assure you that it was just a coincidence that Horatio met the Speedles, but then again.. it probably was another sign? Who knows....
There's once again a little jump in time, so sorry for all of who'd been waiting for a beach scene or a Christmas scene. There won't any of these in this story.. but who knows..maybe some day in a sequel. But I can't promise.
So right now.. have fun with the next part.
Jess
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 18.1
A lonely figure was standing on the patio of their garden. The sun had already set, due to the time of day, and was now illuming the sky with wonderful reddish and orange colors. The sky was clear, no cloud could be seen and the first stars were starting to appear. It would be the perfect weather for subsequent events this night, because it was a very special day today.
Today was the very last day of the year, December the 31st and later on there would be a big firework on the beach, with thousands of bystanders. But this wasn’t interesting for the lonely figure. He had never been much into fireworks and crowds of people had never been something he would enjoy. No, he would spend this day at home, without ruffle or excitement and in the hope that the loud noises won’t frighten his daughter.
Furthermore, he had a lot of thinking to do and decisions to make. This was New Year’s Eve after all and when if not on this day were decisions made that should change your future?
With a small sigh he leaned down a bit and rested with his forearms on the wooden railing. His sight wandered upwards to the sky and for a few moments he just relinquished the feeling contentedness that was surrounding him. What he didn’t realize though was that he was watched by someone else.
With a smile, Calleigh did her best to not spill any of the wine she was carrying when she closed the slide door behind her. “Here you are,” she said softly and walked to him. “We already wondered if you left us in order to watch the firework,” she teased and held out a glass for him.
“Oh I still have a few hours left, so don’t give me any ideas,” he countered playfully and took the glass. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome; I thought it would fit to our dinner. I hope you don’t mind that I snooped around in your wine rag?”
“Not as long as you share your findings with me,” he chuckled and took a small sip of his drink.
“Scouts honor,” she promised and mimicked his posture. “So what are you doing out here, while we’re slaving in the kitchen for you?” she asked him with a small hint of curiosity.
“Thinking,” he answered cryptically. “And enjoying the silence.”
“Was that a hint?” she looked up to him.
He gently shook his head. “No, I don’t mind sharing the silence and breaking it every once in a while.”
“Glad to hear,” she smiled and leaned against him.
Automatically he wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders and grinned to himself when he heard her sigh. “Cold?”
“Mhm, a bit,” she nodded almost unnoticeable. “That’s rather stupid, isn’t it? I mean it’s still 68°F and I don’t even want to imagine how cold it’s in other cities.”
“Well I think the Miami weather has made us more sensitive to such degrees. I mean I was born in New York and it can get really cold there, but you’re so used to the high temperatures here that I’m also feeling cold when it hit the 68°F. So no, it’s anything but stupid in my eyes.”
“Do you miss the lower temperatures?”
“Sometimes. When it’s Christmas, yes. I miss celebrating Christmas with snow and when it’s really humid here, I miss it too. But otherwise…no.”
“A typical white Christmas, huh? Now this would be nice. No Santa wearing Bermuda shorts,” she giggled.
“Don’t remind me of that;” he groaned. “Santa in Bermudas is just wrong and should be forbidden.”
“Well that’s Miami, what did you expect?” she teased and sipped on her wine.
“Not Santa on a Jet Ski, that’s for sure,” he replied and made himself the promise to show Elena a real white Christmas one day. Not preferably in New York, but there were several other places where they could go to. “By the way, what are you doing here actually? I mean except of interrupting my thoughts and not slaving in the kitchen for me, as you put it so nicely.”
“Well I’m here to deliver a message from your daughter,” she smirked at him.
“Oh? Now I’m curious. What is it about?”
tbc