The Pain in the Past : A CSI:MIAMI Fanfiction - Chapter 8 Rated M for Mature

Author's Note: Don't Kill ME PLEASE! For those of you who are CSI Miami geeks. Yes, I know this is not how Speed's death went, but, admit it, this is how we all wanted it to go. Horatio slept peacefully now. His mind went back to a happier place as his flashback began. "Wake up, babe. You're going to be late for work... Again." Timothy Speedle sat next to Horatio, and tried to coax him out of bed, "People are going to start realizing somethings up, if you don't hurry up." "A lot of things seem to be up lately." A dirty look crossed Horatio's face, remembering their passionate love-making session that had occurred the night before. "Horatio Jackson Caine! If you don't get your cute, little ass out of that bed..." Speedle said jokingly as he stared at his partner and fiancé. "If I don't get my cute little ass out of this bed what?" Horatio said in his seducing, low and gravelly tone, with a smirk across his face. He had always had a way of seducing Tim into making love with him. Even if it was a half-an-hour before they were supposed to be at work. "No Raiche." Tim's nickname for Horatio took off the H and the O at the beginning of his name and I and the O at the end. "Tonight we shall continue our saga, and I might just wear the old patrol uniform for you." "Will you rescue me then?" Horatio's gravelly voice had become one of a giddy teenage ready to rid himself of his virginity. "Only if you need rescuing." Speed said, his fingers tip-toeing up Horatio's red-haired chest. His lips following his fingers with kisses. "Oh, I will. I know I will." Horatio laughed, but was interrupted by his lover's lips meeting his mouth for a kiss. He felt Speed's tongue intertwine with his, and for a second he forgot about everything. There was no CSI, no Eric, no Calleigh, no crime, no victim, no lab, just Timothy Speedle, and that was all that mattered to the rough and tumble lieutenant. "Ok, up and at um love." Speed broke off the kiss. "Ugh, if you say so..." Horatio Caine struggled out of bed. "If you hurry, I'll bring you home for lunch today, and I can guarantee after what I do to you, you'll need quite a bit of rescuing." The sentence put fervor into Horatio's step, and as quickly as he had gotten up he was shaved, dressed, and ready to leave. He crept up behind Tim who was hurriedly making an omelet, but his cell phone trilled, causing Speed to turn around half startled, half annoyed. "We got a DB on a yacht that ran into a bridge." Horatio said. "Well, I don't have my hummer so it looks like you're driving." Speed laughed at Horatio. "Oh, come on, I drove yesterday!" Horatio said in sarcastic annoyance. "Well, your hummer is here, and we will be even more late if we drive by the lab to get mine. I'd drive, but would it look right if we arrived at a crime scene, me driving your hummer? That wouldn't look right would it?" Tim handed Horatio half an omelet rapped in tin foil, "Come on. Let's get this over with, Raiche. So I can get you home." They both made their way to the hummer, and then to the crime scene. They had gotten a lead pretty fast. The DB, a male, had been delivering ransom money to his kidnapper. The ransom, which had been made up of fake, graphite diamonds had lead them to a a diamond seller on the edge of town. "Once we question this guy, I'll take you home." Speed's crooked smile poorly hid what he planned to do once they got home, and Horatio, again laughed, like a giddy school boy. Horatio had always been an 'Alpha Male', but when it came to Speed he took on a much less manly role. "I love you." Horatio's brilliant blue eyes met Speed's, and the shared a romantic glance as the hummer pulled into the diamond sellers parking lot, and they walked in. "Hello." A bald man, who was obviously the manager came up to the two men. "Can I help you two with something? Maybe a setting?" The man had obviously guessed that they were dating and looking for an engagement ring. "Sorry. No. That's already taken care of for us." Speed motioned for Horatio to take out a gold chain that was concealed behind the collar of his shirt, proudly displaying the gold band that hung from the red-head's neck. "We're here about some diamonds that were sold to this man." Speed showed the man the picture, then let Horatio continue, "They were found to be fake during a ransom deal this morning. It cost this young man his life, and maybe the life of his child." Horatio said tucking the chain back behind his shirt and pushing his suit jacket aside to reveal the police badge. "Oh." The man became fidgety, "I'm sorry, but I can tell you that our diamonds are not fake. They had to have been replaced after they were bought, but I'll..." The man voice blurred as Horatio looked around. Something was not right, and he knew it. He looked behind the manager to a door that swung open slowly, and Horatio saw the barrel of a gun appear. "Speed!" Horatio screamed as everything became slow motion, "Gun!" Horatio and Speed drew their gun's in unison, and took aim at the man behind the door. H.'s shots came quickly, and they were as accurate as he could be under pressure. Speed pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He saw a second gunman appear from another door, and he looked down at his gun, to find the problem. Horatio's shot pierced the first gunman, and he turned to the second. A shot went off, and Speedle fell to his knees, hit near the heart. "Raiche!", was all Speed could say as he fell to the floor. The second gunman fled as fast as he came, but Horatio did not pursue him. He knelt next to Speed, and felt the tears run down his face. "I'm here, Tim." Horatio grabbed Tim's hand and squeezed, "Don't you leave me." H. could barely speak now, his voice cracking under the tears that sped down his cheeks and on his shirt. "What am I gonna do when I get home? What about the uniform you promised me?" A small smile was managed. He saw the blood pour out Speed's mouth, and he knew that his last moment's with his soon-to-be husband were quickly coming. "What about this?" He pulled the ring out from around his neck, becoming desperate. "I'm not going to let you break this promise. Do you understand, baby!? You're not going to leave me, OK!?" "I can't feel anything." Tim managed to say in a low whisper. "It's alright Tim. That's a good thing." Horatio clenched the younger mans hand. "I love you, Horatio Caine." A small smile crept across Speedle's face, "And I always will." Horatio knelt onto Speed's chest, and he felt his last breathe. "I love you too, Tim." Horatio stifled back anymore tears, as the sirens came closer. Horatio never left Speed's side. The patrol car's came, followed by Frank, and then Eric, who had tried to pry his grief-stricken boss off of a now life-less body. "Come on, Horatio." Eric had wrapped his arms lovingly around his boss, and tried to remove him from the body. His voice was loving and compassionate, but still Horatio did not move. All Eric could do was sit there rubbing H.'s back with his hand, waiting for the moment he was ready. Calleigh came next and joined Eric on the other side of Horatio. Both kept their faces stoic. They had never seen Horatio like this: So emotional, so vulnerable. "Alexx will be her soon." Calleigh said to Eric, her voice in a smooth whisper, "She'll need to process him." The room of the diamond store was empty beside the three, and the body of Tim Speedle. Frank had kept the patrol men out of the store after discovering Horatio's state, and for that they were grateful. "She'll know how to get him off. We'll leave that to her." Eric said, continuing to make circles with his palm on the back of Horatio's back. H. had been holding back tears, and he could feel himself ready to burst. Alexx had arrived, and she quickly came into the room, stopping to gaze upon Speedle, still protected by Horatio's body. "Horatio, baby?" She said as she knelt over Tim's body and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her face was near his, and he knew the tears were coming, "Honey, I'm going to take care of him, do you understand? But I need you to get off him, and go to Eric and Calleigh. Is that alright, Horatio? Can I take care of him? Will you let me take care of him?" Her voice was soft and sweet, like his mother's had been. She raised Horatio with her gentle hands, and she saw the ring that hung down from his neck. Horatio fell into Eric's arms, and the tears came from all four. "We've got you, Horatio." Eric noticed Speed's blood that had soaked Horatio's shirt and the side of his face, "You got that, H? We're not gonna let anyone see you like this, OK?" Eric kept his arms wrapped around Horatio. "I'm going to get the hummer and pull it up out back. No one needs to see Horatio like this, especially the media." Calleigh said, wiping the tears from her face. Eric reached into his pocket and threw her the hummer keys. He then moved to help Horatio up, putting one arm under his shoulders and the other behind the crease of his knees. H. was not there, and it was obvious by how little he fought Eric's lift and cuddled so easily into his shoulder. "I've got ya, H. We're gonna get through this together, alright?" Eric carried the limp Horatio through to the back, and he placed Horatio into the waiting hummer, into the arms of a tearless Calleigh. She ran her hands through H.'s hair, and she whispered to him words that he had kept between him and her, as she wiped his face of Speed's blood. Horatio had fallen asleep, and woke up in his office, with a new shirt and the shades pulled, leaving him in darkness. As he walked slowly out his office, the events of the day came flooding back. He walked to the locker room and placed himself in front of Speed's locker. The lab had been empty, the employees had taken the day off at the request of Calleigh and Eric. Horatio stood there for a while, the exact amount time he did not know. He was interrupted by a presence, and he immediately recognized it as Calleigh. His arms wrapped her in a hug as he felt her emotions slip, and she began to cry. "You saved me." He whispered in her ear, his voice breaking. A rush a of cold water brought Horatio out of his sleep, and he realized to quickly that his dream was no longer a reality.