𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 ; horatio caine
written by Olivia Seely [@truecrimegf]
First published: October 9, 2024
Completed: No
Age recommendation: 16+ [mature content]
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NANCY FLETCHER RECEIVES THE ONE OPPORTUNITY SHE COULD ONLY DREAM OF- to...
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▍content warning: mature language, stalking.
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The woman paced in front of the building, biting her nails. She had worked so hard for this and was almost confident she was going to fuck it up.
Calleigh, the woman who previously interviewed Nancy, was more than impressed with her work performance in such a relatively short time. Especially for being just shy of 29 years old, the brunette had accomplished a lot. Between her internships with the FBI, spending time undercover, and her detective work for the NYPD— the job at Miami-Dade was hers, without a doubt.
The one thing Nancy hadn't mastered was keeping her calm. Or, pacing. She had the experience of course, but that didn't change the fact she was in a whole new city with a whole new team of people who may possibly hate her.
That would suck.
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly as a bronze-colored Hummer pulled into the parking lot of the Miami-Dade Police Station. The gravel crackled underneath the tires and that almost seemed louder than her hummingbird heart.
Nancy's mouth became dry upon seeing the driver exit the car. Though she had never met him, she knew Horatio Caine was notorious for his history and skill. She did plenty of research on the team, but being there and seeing the infamous man, she was speechless.
A lot to compete with, she thought.
And apparently, he was also extremely intimidating.
"Hey!" She turned to the sound of a familiar voice, and was oddly surprised to see the blonde.
"Are you alright?" Calleigh questioned with a grin, though there was a look of genuine concern in her eyes.
Nancy blushed. "Yeah... I was just... waiting. I got here early." She tried to explain. The woman hated being late.
Calleigh noticed and the man approaching behind Nancy and whispered, "You were supposed to come in 15 minutes ago."
Horatio finally approached the duo, with an amused look on his face— and maybe, a hint of curiosity.
Almost... recognition?
"Late on the first day?" He paused, removing his sunglasses.
"You must be Nancy Fletcher."
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Nancy's mind was swimming with all of the information she had learned in the last few hours. She'd seen part of the building, but it was much more elaborate than she had expected.
She was able to meet the rest of the team, after her awkward start with Horatio. She was sure she made a bad impression on the man.
Nancy felt partially relieved when Eric had told her that Horatio was "just kind of nonchalant" and to not look too much into it.
She was swarmed with questions from everyone about her undercover work as well as her past with the NYPD.
Nancy told them she was looking for a change in scenery.
Which was true.
But there was so much more to the story.
She had been receiving questionable, threatening letters, photographs of herself in the mail, and strange but silent phone calls. She thought someone was just messing with her.
Lieutenant Benson of the NYPD thought otherwise, though. Benson explained to the young woman she was more than likely being stalked, and that it wasn't just some kind of sick prank.
Nancy truly doubted it, but she had her worries after examining the possibilities of the situation. After she relocated though, everything stopped. The phone calls, letters, everything.
Either way, Nancy had been interested in the Miami-Dade PD for some time now. The born-and-raised Brooklynite wanted to see more outside of New York City and Quantico.
The rest didn't need to know the specifics.
They seemed to all really like Nancy, which offered her some sense of relief.
For now, at least.
...
The Miami-Dade lieutenant had heard all about Nancy Fletcher.
And admittedly, he was terrified of her.
Not much scared Horatio Caine anymore. He truly believed he was numb to it all. The man had been through hell and back a dozen times.
Perhaps it was because the woman was new to the field, or that she had an impressive amount of experience in such a short time.
Or maybe, her striking similarity to... her.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, he wanted to know anything and everything about Nancy Fletcher.
She was like a case he was waiting to solve.
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[Word Count]
759
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A/N: sorry this is such a short chapter! i'm really just trying to get a feel for the characters and i know introductions aren't too interesting anyways. but there's more to come!
