Her mind was telling her to run for it.
Her heart didn't want to hurt anyone by not showing up.
Her pride was telling her she was Marisol Delko and if she was brave enough to face cancer, then she was brave enough to face this ...whatever this was.
Taking a big breath she opened the door and stepped into the room leaving Miami's heat behind her. Closing her eyes briefly to enjoy the cool air that brushed against her damp skin. Well, if she was going to make an ass out of herself she wouldn't be sweating like a pig!
Coming back to the present time, Marisol walked to the elevators and pressed the button. The relief she felt by being inside the cool building gave away to the nervousness she had felt since getting that phone call. Looking up, willing the elevator to move faster ... somehow. Finally the doors opened. Without taking much notice of who was in the elevator, Marisol stepped in.
First floor. Second floor. Third floor.
It was somewhere between the 15th and 16th floor that she became aware of someone watching her. Freezing for a second, Marisol tried to sneak a peak to her 'elevator-companion'. She was so surprised when she caught a glance at the man next to her, she jumped. She openly stared into Horatio Caine's amused eyes.
"Are you okay Miss Delko?"
With her mouth open, Marisol tried to make a sound come out of her mouth. It shouldn't be this hard, she's been doing it since she was nine months old AND Eric kept reminding her that she talks too much!
Swallowing visibly she gave him a shaky smile "Hello lieutenant Caine. And yes I'm super"
Groaning to herself: Super! SUPER? Why in gods name did she say that?? She hadn't used the word super since ... Junior high or something. Super! Mentally she slapped herself.
She never wished to get out of anything as much as she did now. Not even chemo!
Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.
And then, the gods manifested themselves and proved her right: They really did hate her!
She felt Horatio grab her upper arm to steady her as the elevator jerked to a stop.
The lights went out.
The emergency generator kicked in. OH GOD this is it! The bad feeling she had since yesterday !
Bear. Trap.
Oh crap.
Suddenly her cellphone beeped. She had received a text message.
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"Tell me again how you were able to convince the maintenance guy to stop the elevator? With Horatio Caine in it????".
Rolling his eyes Ryan said what must have been the hundredth time "He owed me a favour. A big favour. Now will you drop it??"
Narrowing his eyes at Ryan, Eric decided to take another approach. Leaning close until his upper lip grazed Ryan's ear "You don't have to tell me now, but you know I'll find out ... one way ... or the other." Smirking at the Ryan's glazed eyes, Eric walked back into the trace. Tonight was going to be fun, he couldn't wait. His body either it seemed. Oh crap, he had still three hours to go before the end of his shift!
Taking his cellphone he send a message to his sister.
'Payback is a bitch, isn't it?'
In three hours he would be getting home with Ryan, they would eat some food that Ryan cooked (it was his turn) while Eric would put on some music, after diner they would both clean up the kitchen, Ryan would drive him batty if they didn't, and then they would retire to the bedroom with some desert ...an no sleep. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday.
As for his sister, who knows when she would get out of the elevator. After all, the favour was to stop the elevator, the restarting was never mentioned.
He should really enjoy tonight, who knows how long he would live after? Knowing his sister, she was already planning his murder.
No matter, he could hide behind Ryan!
The End
A/N: I haven't mentioned this before (i don't think) but they don't belong to me, if they did they would be walking around with a lot less
clothes, plus they would be getting it on on the show grins
Thanks so much for everyone that read my story and reviewed! i loved reading what you thought, you guys kept me going when
i felt like giving up on the story!! You will hear from me soon.