Author: iStarry PM
"Horatio, you should have seen her. She was an angel. She should have been ours." / I've never seen many Fanfictions whereby Marisol and Horatio genuinely had a family, so I'm throwing in one myself. :D Please R&R. Marisol/Horatio with Morgan! CSIRated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Supernatural - Marisol D. & Horatio C. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,511 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-09-12 - Published: 05-24-12 - id: 8146349
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A/N: WAAAZAAA! New story up. :) With College and exams going around the corner, I know I have had to manage my time, but with this around in my head, I simply must get this out! :D I do hope you like it. I may not be able to find enough time to continue this story in the mean time, but trust me, as soon as the last exam finishes, I'm going to head to Starbucks and write more chapters for you lovely people. Stay put!
DISCLAIMER: Aw. Heck it. CSI:Miami isn't owned by CBS anymore, so it's anyone's game, but I want one piece of it. Ryan that is. :D
Marisol's Point of View:
It was just another normal day in the Caine-Delko household. As per usual, it was time for me to go to the supermarket again. Even though I knew I wouldn't be eating human food forever, at least I wouldn't want my children to suffer certain death.
As I peered through the glass door, trying to look for our favorite milk carton, I felt a bashful of sensations. It was coming one after another, but unlike pain like what I've been inflicted on throughout my life, I've been feeling warmth deep down inside. I turned to look on my right side, all the while figuring out what was happening to my body, when my eyes dawned on a little girl.
She must have been five years of age, but to my eyes she was perfect. The smooth, brown curls of her hair dribbles down her face, giving me the urge to move it towards one side. She had the most magnificent blue eyes, one that resembles the oceans. For a second I thought I was attracted to it.
Now, hang on. Have I felt this somewhere? Oh, yes, my Horatio.
I must have been really obvious staring at her because the next moment, she was clutching a mozzarella cheese that she had picked close to her chest. Her body was shaking out of control. Instead of the wonderful blue eyes that I have seen, it had been clouded with intense fear.
As by instinct, I backed out from her. I don't want her to feel frightened of me, let alone after knowing whom I really am. I tried to break the thin ice wall separating the both of us, "hello there, lovely. May I ask of your name?"
As I reached out my hand to hopefully be able to soothe her cheeks and cup her chin, she backed away. It was like her second nature. I knew that this girl have suffered more than she could be able to handle.
"It's all right, honey. I'm not going to hurt you," again I tried calming her down, but it made her seemed even more afraid. Coincidentally, a loud, feminine voice pierced through the crowd, "Annie? ANASTASIA! Where in the blazes are you?"
I turned around to look at a bold woman, wearing nothing but a low cut top blouse and a pencil skirt. She was wearing high heels and both of her hands were on the shopping cart. A large belly dominated her abdominal area.
"I'm sorry. I have to go," before I could reply, she dodged out of my clutches, and ran towards the lady. As she did so, my mind began their immediate flashbacks. I had to shake my head back and forth trying to get rid of the thought.
Horatio told me that all these could happen because this was one of the important events while I was human, one that could not disappear easily even if I had changed. I ran my head back and forth, racking it of the pieces of the memory I had left before I changed.
I looked up towards the mother and daughter again, and my mouth opened wide. The mother actually started spanking her bottom in front of the crowd, all the while scolding her for trying to talk to me. Poor little Annie, all she could is scream, but the passers-by could only stand and watch the commotion that was going on.
At last, my brain is able to process what was going on. The lady in question was actually Beverly Ketchum, the surrogate mother for my second child. Apparently vampires weren't able to give birth anymore so Horatio made sure that one of my eggs is stored before we tried to conceive one ourselves. Everything was going along fine until the day she left with her boyfriend, taking all of our paid cash and even our unborn child.
For days, Horatio and his team were looking for them. Posting pictures of their faces on any available surface in the city, but the only thing they could do was to bring me more nightmares. After a few weeks, the evidence was scarce and the team was unable to do anything, therefore the case has gone cold.
If she were to be the woman whom I had been finding all these years, the little girl that I've talked to is my daughter.
"Wait! Stop! That's my daughter!" I dropped the grocery basket, it landing with a thud as I started heading towards their direction. Beverly stopped spanking and looked at me, cold sweat running down her forehead.
Out of the blue, a big, fearsome young man appeared beside the two and tugged Anastasia's hand roughly. He was wearing a red Manchester United cap to cover his face, and wearing a navy blue blouse with jeans and normal Converse sneakers. I could tell why the poor girl had been afraid of them. They were monsters.
"Come with us RIGHT NOW!"
Anastasia bent down her knees, hopefully getting out of his grasp, "NEVER!"
After a few persuasions, the grown man was able to force the girl to move out of the supermarket, well, before he carried her on his back. She was wailing loudly, hitting his back with every force she could uphold, but at last she gave up. She knew he was hard to beat.
Customers began slowing down their pace, and looking at me as I zoomed past the fruits and vegetables section. I don't care at what speed I was in, so long as I could reach them and take back what was rightfully mine. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her again.
Being as sly as she could be, Beverly pulled some of the oranges from the counter and group-by-group, it rolled down towards the floor. I tried to maneuver my way around it, but to no avail. I know I'm slowing down and they are getting away faster than before. Deep down inside me, all I could feel is hatred. Why isn't there anyone out there willing to help out our situation, only to look at us like dummies?
My prayers were answered, as a few of the security guards were already there, ready to pounce, "Freeze! Stop where you are!" I could hear the sirens of the police coming in closer; I know for once there was hope.
Instead, they weren't expecting anything like this from the culprit. He drew out his own gun from his pocket and started firing at them. One by one, they fell onto the ground, their own life supply being drained in the second. I tried to take back my urge, but I haven't been faced with this much blood in my entire life.
Those mere moments I tried to hold back my intense hunger; I was actually losing them inch-by-inch. All I could remember was the screams of the customers, and that distinct voice, "If anyone dares to play hero and follow us, heaven will be the next time you greet."
I waited a few seconds, seeing them flee before catching up with them. However, I was too late. The couple had thrown my daughter into their Chevrolet Camaro, and they were already zooming off.
Using this chance, I made a mental note on their car license plate number. I hope Horatio and his team are able to find them and lock them up for good. I was about to walk off to my Porsche Camera when a policeman placed his hand on my shoulder, "Mrs. Caine. You may need to wait here. We've got back up."
"All right. Thank you officer," I didn't even bother looking at his tag, but I'm surprised many people working in the Miami Dade Police Department would be able to recognize me and call me by name.
Maybe because I was the Lieutenant's wife.