The Pain in the Past : A CSI:MIAMI Fanfiction - Chapter 4 Rated M for Mature

Horatio's eyes opened to a dim light. He was still tied and handcuffed to the chair. The room was empty, and the dim light came from a small light bulb hovering by a string above him. He could not help but to think about how cliche his situation was. He sat in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair, awaiting his fate. His body was numb, but his head was throbbing from a headache. Was this what kidnap victims went through? He thought. For the first time his mind went to his situation. How long had he been in here? Had his team found any leads as to his location? Horatio shook his head. Why am I thinking about myself? What if Memmo shot Eric? What if he shot Ryan? His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the door that lead to separate hallway then the one that he had been brought through. A man appeared in the door frame and walked into the light. It was Havier, and he smirked as he walked a circle around H. "Hey, little man." Havier said, as he picked up the brander that Horatio had seen when he had been led into the room sometime earlier. "You ready to have some fun, H.? Because I am definitely ready to play some games." He said as he muffled up Horatio's hair and pressed the power button on the end of the brander. "Do you know how to play this game?" Havier placed the brander on Horatio's thigh, but the heat had yet to build up enough to burn him. "Memmo said that you enjoy games. And as a prize for getting you here succesfully, I get to play this game with you." His eyes met Horatio's and for the first time, Horatio recognized his captor. "Sifuentes, Havier Sifuentes." Horatio mumbled, the pain slowly returning to his battered body. "So you recognize me, Caine? Or let's say you recognize my older brother." Havier chuckled quietly. "You put him in prison, and now I am going to repay you for such a favor. Because let's just say that the Mala Noches are a family business, and when you mess with one, there is a good chance he has a brother or sister ready to get their revenge." Havier said, jamming the now searing hot brander through a space in the back of the chair and into the Lieutenant's back. "Unhn." Horatio whinced, grinding his teeth. "Going to be tough? Huh, Horatio? Well, we are going to see just how tough you are." Havier jabbed the poker near the gun shot wound causing more pain to an already tender wound. "Unh!" Horatio bit his tongue to keep from screaming "Ahh, tough-man, Horatio Caine, soon I'll have you begging for relief." Havier smiled as he dug the brander once again into Horatio's leg, but this time closer to his groin. "Go to hell." Horatio said, snarling at Havier. "You first." He said shoving the hot brander right in between Horatio's legs. "Ahhhhhh." Horatio screamed from the searing pain that now went through his body, "Stop!" "Ha! Little Horatio Caine, begging for mercy." Havier said putting the brander back in the stand the held it to the wall. "And why do you think I should give that to you, Caine?" Havier bent down and stared into Horatio's eyes. "You ruined the life of all the Mala Noche in Miami. You ruined our lives, Caine. So why should I not ruin yours." "You ruined your own life. You had the choice to change your life, and instead you chose me. It's my job to defend this city from scum like you that are trying to destroy it." Horatio said looking humbly into the eyes of the man that now had control of the man that the criminals of Miami feared. "You could have looked the other way, Caine, but instead you chose to put my brother in jail. He was the only man that cared, Caine. Don't you get that." Havier stood up, and circled Horatio one again, his voice growing louder, "You have taken everything from me! My freedom, my family, my friends. You took everything that I loved! You cannot even to begin to understand what I am feeling! You have no idea what damage you caused!" "You would be surprised, Havier." Horatio, for the first time addressed his torturer, in his still very relaxed voice, "You and your friends took my wife, my reputation, and many of my friends have died at your hands." Horatio's voice grew angry as he thought of Marisol and the many officers that the Mala Noche had killed that he had a personal relationship with, "And you can look me in the face and tell me you have taken nothing from me! You took Marisol! You took the only woman I ever loved! You took our children, or family! You took Ray!" He yelled, speaking of his younger brother who had died at the hands of the Mala Noche, "You took my baby brother!" His anger caused tears to run down his face, and his voice broke, "You took the only family I had left!" "Hmh." Havier smirked at Caine. "We did not kill your family" Havier grabbed a whip off of the table that was still in place in front of the chair. "You killed them." Havier cracked the whip near H.'s ear. "You chose to come after the Mala Noche, and in doing so you killed them!" He yelled snapping the whip on Horatio's chest. "Come on." Horatio said through his clenched teeth, "Why don't you just kill me?" "And miss out on all the fun?" Havier chuckled, "You, Lieutenant Caine, get to watch you precious Miami, go down in Mala Noche fire." "My team will stop you." Horatio said his head hanging low in exhaustion. "Your team?!" Havier laughed heavily, snapping H.'s neck with the whip, causing his head to snap up, "We will take care of your team. Trust me, you will wish they were in your position by the time we are done with them." "Mark my words, Havier." said Horatio, raising his eyes to meet his captor and torturer, "If you touch them, any one of them, I will, I will kill you." "And how do you suppose you'll do that, H.?" Memmo Fierro walked through the door Havier had came through. "Because, the way I see it, is you are here, surrounded by Mala Noche territory, with Mala Noche guards, that hold Mala Noche guns, watching your every move." Memmo pointed up towards a camera that was pointed directly at Horatio. "And there are others, that are waiting for the moment your team steps on to our property. They are waiting to kill them, and what will you do about that?" "Don't touch them!" Horatio voice echoed in the concrete room, "Do anything you would like to me, but don't touch my team." Tears streaming down his face. "Please, please, don't touch them. They're all I have left." They had hit a part of Horatio no one ever dared to touch, and that was his team. That was the only thing that could hurt Horatio, hurting his team. He was right: They were all he had left. Marisol and Ray was gone. His mother had killed his father, and in turn he had killed him. Horatio Caine was alone in this world, and the only thing he still loved sat in a lab looking over evidence and microscopes. That was his family now, and the Mala Noche knew that. "Well, this is getting boring." Memmo stood up, grabbing the whip out of Havier's hand and placing it back on the table, "You see that camera, Horatio?" He said, again pointing to the camera above him, "That's an online feed, and soon, you won't be the only one in pain." Memmo moved to different place near the table. 'What are you talking about?" Horatio asked, "What are you going to do to them?!" Memmo grabbed water from the table and began to pour it above Horatio. Horatio swallowed gulps of the water struggling to breathe between them. "You are going to know soon enough, Caine." Memmo said, placing the jug of water back on the table, "Soon enough." The room went dark and Horatio was once again left with his thoughts. What had Memmo meant in his cryptic message? Who would he be taking? What would happen to his team? He stared at the camera which began to beep and a red light began to flash. A couple minutes past and Horatio's headache became worse and his vision became blurry. He could tell that he had been drugged and he let the symptoms come easily, not fighting them. Horatio went in between consciousness as a man stepped into the room. "Hello, Horatio." The man's was indistinguishable Horatio, but it seemed familiar. Horatio flashed back to Rio de Janero, and the death Antonio Riaz. Horatio had killed Riaz for putting the hit on Marisol. He had watched Antonio die from his stab wounds. This voice brought back memories from that day, but H. did not know why. Horatio fell into a deep sleep, these questions still on his mind.