The Pain in the Past : A CSI:MIAMI Fanfiction - Chapter 6 Rated M for Mature

Horatio's eyes opened, and he knew something was different. His body now laid exposed on the bed behind the chair. He knew immediately he had been raped, but he tried not to think about it. He remembered Havier, and the torture session that had gone on. He also remembered the whip that Memmo had used while he informed Horatio of the camera. The camera. Horatio looked up to the camera Memmo had pointed out. He was out of it's view, but he spotted another camera not five feet away from the first which was positioned directly at the bed and him. Who is watching me? He thought thinking of how embarrassed he was to be lying completely naked and vulnerable. His mind went to the rape, Who was watching me? He questioned who could possibly have the feed. Horatio sighed and tried to remember what had happened, and what had landed him in this bed, undressed. Something was bothering him, but he did not know what. What had happened before they had moved him to this bed? He remembered drinking the water that Memmo had taken from the table. It was laced with something. I was drugged. He thought remembering the headache and blurry vision that had followed the refreshing water. "I knew it was to good to be true," Horatio mumbled to himself, "but I know there was something else. I just can't remember." Horatio realized how stupid he must have looked to the people watching, and he decide to address them, "Yes. I am talking to myself." He said loudly to the camera, "What do you expect from a man who you tied up and placed in this hell-hole, you sons of bitches." Horatio's loud rant was cut off by a loud crash. "What in the hell!?" He yelled in the direction of the noise, "Do you not have the balls to face me yourself?" His anger grew stronger by every passing moment, and he began to fight against the handcuffs that held him to the bed stand. Each thrash brought back the injuries that, laying down, Horatio had forgot about. His dislocated shoulders caused his arms and upper chest to burn, and his broken ankle and bullet wounded thigh made the pain in his legs almost unbearable. Horatio was stopped suddenly by a movement near the door he had been walked through, "Who's there?" He yelled becoming more alert of his surroundings, "Memmo, get your sorry ass out here and face me!" To Horatio's surprise a women came out of the shadows and rushed to his side. "Mr. Caine?" She said, her Spanish accent so thick that H. could barely understand her. "Who are you?" Horatio's voice had calmed back into his relaxing, gravelly, and seducing monotone. "Ivonne Hernandez." She said, as she covered Horatio with a sheet. "I am Memmo's." "You are Memmo's what?" Horatio looked into her deep brown eyes, and he could not help but to think how much she looked like Marisol. "I am his." She answered cryptically, "Now drink." Ivonne held a cup to his mouth, "No drug. I promise." Horatio welcomed what seemed to be milk. "Thank you." Horatio said smiling for the first time in what seemed like years, "hy are you here, Ivonne?" He asked as she ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled at him. She looked down, avoiding his question. "Come on," He looked at her with his sweet eyes, "It's not like I am going anywhere." A exhausted chuckle escaped his mouth. "My daughter." A tear fell down her face. "He has her?" Horatio asked. "He's her father." Ivonne broke down, but she quickly recovered her emotions and offered a small amount of food to H. "He is your daughter's father, but can't you just leave with her?" Horatio watch the tears flood down her face as he accepted the food. "Eat," She said, avoiding his question, "You will need your strength for what's to come?" "And what's that?" Horatio, feared what she would say, but her attitude quickly changed. "I must go, Lieutenant." Ivonne said quickly picking up the glass in a hurry, and as she ran out Horatio head her say, "Good luck!" Horatio thought about Ivonne, and he smiled. She reminded him of Marisol. Her raven hair went down to her back and her dark brown eyes glowed with compassion just as Marisol's had. He sighed and tried to move, and in doing so, his rape injuries became all the more apparent. "Oh my God." Horatio said, realizing what had happened to him. He had been raped, and there was no denying it. Who could it have been? He thought. Memmo? His laughed at himself, Memmo gay? Horatio started to chuckle and continued for a good five minutes before he moved on. Havier? José? Horatio began to laugh again. Right. Like that could happen. "Who could it have been?" H. asked himself. There had been only one man that he had know to be gay, and he was long gone. Timothy Speedle. H smiled, remembering his past boyfriend. Not many people knew Horatio was bisexual. There was Marisol, who he had told as soon she became interested in more then just a dating relationship, and Frank Tripp, the homicide detective who was H.'s best friend and the police officer/detective assigned to work with Horatio's team of CSI's. Frank had gotten Horatio drunk one night, and he began to shed his secrets. Speedle, or "Speed", had been Horatio's boyfriend for a long time before his death in 2005. Almost six years, Speed and H. had lived together without the knowledge of the team. Sometimes it caused him to wonder how Eric and Calleigh were successful CSI's. They never noticed how Horatio looked at Speed, or how Speed came in, and left, with Horatio, everyday. H. once again chuckled to himself, causing himself to question how much this experience was affecting his sanity. Horatio's laugh stopped at yet another shadow entering from the door across from where they had led him into the room. "Ivonne?" Horatio called out towards the shadow, "Ivonne is that you, sweetheart?" Memmo walked out of the shadow of the darkened side of the room, but one man remained in the darkness. "No, Lieutenant," Memmo smirked, grabbing an object off of the torturing table as Horatio now thought of it, "but I saw how much you liked her. To bad you'll never see her again." "I swear. If you hurt her." He could feel the anger welling up inside him, and for the first time he felt how much the kidnapping had affected him. His body ached and he struggled to keep his eyes open, and he felt tears come to his eyes as he thought about Ivonne, Marisol and his team. Oh, how he missed his team. "Why do you care?" Memmo said, his eyes dancing, "Oh, yes. She does look a bit like Marisol, doesn't she." "You have no right to talk about Mari." Horatio said, the tears in his eyes beginning to fall, and his voice broke, "You have no right!" He screamed his sadness once again turning into uncontainable anger. "Hhm. I have no right?" He paused for intentional dramatic effect, "You had no right to do what you did to the Mala Noche. To the people I call my family!" He screamed into Horatio's face, and held up a stun baton into his chest and pulled the trigger. "AHHHHHHH!" Horatio screamed, and Memmo and the mystery man, who still stood in the shadow of the room, laughed manically. H. took deep breaths, trying to recover from the electrical shock that had been forced through his body, but upon hear the man in the shadow laughed his head shot up. He knew that laugh much to well, for he had laughed along with it so many times. "Speed?" Horatio's eyes grew wide as he addressed the man, and he came off the wall and into the light. "Horatio Jackson Caine." Speed's eyes met Horatio's as he spoke his full name, which was known by only a few people, "How are you, my old friend?" "But Speed, you're dead." Horatio said, the confusion running through his eyes, "I'm hallucinating! I know I am!" His eyes moving to Memmo for confirmation. "Sorry H." Speed said, walking closer to join Memmo, who greeted him with a kiss, "No hallucinations here. I thought you would recognize my work." He motioned toward the bed, and immediately Horatio realized that it had been Speed that had raped him. "But... Speed." Tears of relief, sadness, and anger started to stream down Horatio's face. He had missed Speed so much and was happy he was alive, but, Timothy Speedle, who was only two months away from becoming Timothy Caine, was now a member of the Mala Noche, shown by the trident the was tattooed across his chest, "I held your lifeless body, Speed. Please explain this to me. How could you leave me Speed?! I loved you!" His tired voice now became a scream emotional, physical, and mental pain. He noticed Speed held something in his hand, the laced water. "You need your rest, Horatio." Speedle said, walking towards H., as Memmo turned and walked out of the room. He could have sworn that Speedle mouthed 'I'm sorry, I love you.' as he got closer and opened the bottle, and held it up to Horatio's mouth, lovingly helping his former lover's tired figure drink the drugged water. "Just sleep my love." Speed ran his fingers through H.'s ginger hair, and he kissed his head, "Don't fight it. I'm right here." For a moment Horatio felt the same love that he had felt so many years ago, but Memmo's voice invaded his dream state, as Speed startled up. "You coming babe? I took care of the camera, no one will see your face." Memmo peered back into the room. "Yeah. Just saying good night to little Horatio." He said, in a now taunting voice, squeezing Horatio's shoulder lightly. H. played up his pain making it look like Speed had squeezed hard, and he fell into a deep sleep, for once, he was happy.