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Marisol doesn’t know what makes her turn when Calleigh’s fingers curl at her wrist, she’s turned before she can think too much of it, but she loses herself in Calleigh’s eyes, her breath faltering just a little at the concern there.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I’m… used to being shot at.”
Calleigh’s smile is slight then and Marisol hates that this, she, is the second friend Calleigh might lose to this. Horatio’s death had hurt Calleigh badly enough but she steps closer, tucks curls of sunshine blonde hair from soft eyes and risks it all.
“You saved me, Calleigh Duquesne.”
She won’t say that it should be her, but she won’t deny that she knows Calleigh’s quick action had saved her life. She won’t die today, she will be safe at home, alone, peaceful. She’s already made it through her diagnosis and she’s made it through being shot at, she won’t risk anything else.
She doesn’t expect to answer the door to Calleigh hours later, but she can’t help her smile, moving to kiss Calleigh softly but deeply, letting her inside, destiny called and they answered. They will never discuss what comes next, Calleigh simply moves in and Marisol becomes a housewife, willingly.