chokolattejedi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chokolattejedi) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fan_flashworks2013-06-22 12:38 pm
chokolattejedi) wrote in fan_flashworks2013-06-22 12:38 pm
Entry tags:
Not What it Looks Like: CSI Miami: Fic: Pretty
Title: Pretty
Fandom: CSI Miami
Rating: G
Length: 131 words
Content notes: No Warnings. Also written as my third scenery fic for tv-universe
Summary: Horatio considers his crime scene
Horatio stared out over the waterway. Mile upon mile of mucky water, and waving sawgrass, and somewhere, lurking beneath the surface with the gators, his evidence. A half a mile over were mangroves, where he hoped some of the larger chunks might run aground.
The stormy season was just ending, meaning that the river he was standing in was at its deepest and widest. Meaning that his crime scene was a torrent of information flowing away as he stood there. Still, he took a moment to look out over the scene.
The sun was setting, streaking the clear sky with orange and gold and tinting the green grasses. For a moment, he could forget the red staining the water between the stalks. For a moment, the crime scene was almost pretty.
Fandom: CSI Miami
Rating: G
Length: 131 words
Content notes: No Warnings. Also written as my third scenery fic for tv-universe
Summary: Horatio considers his crime scene
Horatio stared out over the waterway. Mile upon mile of mucky water, and waving sawgrass, and somewhere, lurking beneath the surface with the gators, his evidence. A half a mile over were mangroves, where he hoped some of the larger chunks might run aground.
The stormy season was just ending, meaning that the river he was standing in was at its deepest and widest. Meaning that his crime scene was a torrent of information flowing away as he stood there. Still, he took a moment to look out over the scene.
The sun was setting, streaking the clear sky with orange and gold and tinting the green grasses. For a moment, he could forget the red staining the water between the stalks. For a moment, the crime scene was almost pretty.