Journal Entry: Dino Devlin
Character: Dean 'Dino' Devlin
Fandom: Proof of Life
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own him. He belongs to a big film company. His proper name belongs to the dynamic duo that makes up 2_soul_sisters. I'll put him back...eventually. Not making any money off of this, dag nab it...
Warning: A hankie may be needed.
Author's Notes: A crossover between Proof of Life and CSI: Miami. Some of Dino's issues finally get resolved.
Cross-posted: Staying right here.
Speed had drawn the short straw and got elected to pick me up from the airport. We had talked on the way to the condo he shared with Horatio. It had been nice. I had realized that I had missed having a one on one conversation with somebody other than on the telephone.
He had told me that they were watching Madison while her mom worked. I think it had been a warning because my niece had been hopping around their private stretch of beach like me on too much caffeine.
I had to laugh when she got her first real look at me. She had paused in the middle of building a sandcastle to look between me and Horatio. She then had calmly asked, "Uncle H'atio? When did you get a twin?"
Speed had snickered and Horatio had rolled his eyes at his lover. Me, I took the high ground and joined Madison. We had went on to build an elaborate castle with towers, gates and a moat. It had been fun.
As she had left, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It had filled a part of my soul that had been empty for so long. A part that I had forgotten about.
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I had a really bad night last night.
That was easier to admit to than I thought it would be.
Ok...I have had a lot of bad nights since Terry left for Oz, but I had managed to get thru them with nicotine and alcohol.
Not last night...
Once Madison had left, Horatio and Speed had gotten called out to a crime scene. They were gone for a couple of hours, but in that time I had slowly unraveled. They had found me sitting on the patio staring off into space with tears silently running down my face.
I hadn't been able to tell them why, but they had understood. They had spent the rest of the night taking care of me; giving me the comfort I had sorely needed.
It had been strange, but not uncomfortable waking up between the two of them with my head resting on Horatio's chest listening to his heartbeat.
I hadn't wanted to move, but they forced me to. They had also forced me to eat. Something I had been neglecting since I always lose my appetite when the demons come calling.
Then they had made me talk...
I had told them about Lexi, my daughter, my baby girl....
I had tried to raise her, but I lost her and her mother to the harsh realities of living in a gang controlled neighborhood. They had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. They had paid for that mistake with their lives and their killers paid with theirs.
It's not wise to cross an Irish/Italian redhead.
Did I actually write that?
Anyway...
I had put their deaths away, had buried them deep into my soul where no one could get at them and in doing so I forgot them. My subconscious hadn't.
I won't bore you with the technical details, but I'm finally at peace with myself.
I will always miss my baby girl, but now I have Madison to dote on.
I wonder if Terry would like to help us build a sandcastle the next time were in Miami...
Fandom: Proof of Life
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own him. He belongs to a big film company. His proper name belongs to the dynamic duo that makes up 2_soul_sisters. I'll put him back...eventually. Not making any money off of this, dag nab it...
Warning: A hankie may be needed.
Author's Notes: A crossover between Proof of Life and CSI: Miami. Some of Dino's issues finally get resolved.
Cross-posted: Staying right here.
Speed had drawn the short straw and got elected to pick me up from the airport. We had talked on the way to the condo he shared with Horatio. It had been nice. I had realized that I had missed having a one on one conversation with somebody other than on the telephone.
He had told me that they were watching Madison while her mom worked. I think it had been a warning because my niece had been hopping around their private stretch of beach like me on too much caffeine.
I had to laugh when she got her first real look at me. She had paused in the middle of building a sandcastle to look between me and Horatio. She then had calmly asked, "Uncle H'atio? When did you get a twin?"
Speed had snickered and Horatio had rolled his eyes at his lover. Me, I took the high ground and joined Madison. We had went on to build an elaborate castle with towers, gates and a moat. It had been fun.
As she had left, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It had filled a part of my soul that had been empty for so long. A part that I had forgotten about.
*/*/*
I had a really bad night last night.
That was easier to admit to than I thought it would be.
Ok...I have had a lot of bad nights since Terry left for Oz, but I had managed to get thru them with nicotine and alcohol.
Not last night...
Once Madison had left, Horatio and Speed had gotten called out to a crime scene. They were gone for a couple of hours, but in that time I had slowly unraveled. They had found me sitting on the patio staring off into space with tears silently running down my face.
I hadn't been able to tell them why, but they had understood. They had spent the rest of the night taking care of me; giving me the comfort I had sorely needed.
It had been strange, but not uncomfortable waking up between the two of them with my head resting on Horatio's chest listening to his heartbeat.
I hadn't wanted to move, but they forced me to. They had also forced me to eat. Something I had been neglecting since I always lose my appetite when the demons come calling.
Then they had made me talk...
I had told them about Lexi, my daughter, my baby girl....
I had tried to raise her, but I lost her and her mother to the harsh realities of living in a gang controlled neighborhood. They had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. They had paid for that mistake with their lives and their killers paid with theirs.
It's not wise to cross an Irish/Italian redhead.
Did I actually write that?
Anyway...
I had put their deaths away, had buried them deep into my soul where no one could get at them and in doing so I forgot them. My subconscious hadn't.
I won't bore you with the technical details, but I'm finally at peace with myself.
I will always miss my baby girl, but now I have Madison to dote on.
I wonder if Terry would like to help us build a sandcastle the next time were in Miami...