AN: This is a short (and I mean short) one-shot inspired by Horatio's insistence on calling Ryan, Mr Wolfe. It isn't the best thing ever written but I would appreciate your comments if you could review at the bottom of the page, thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami, any of the characters or anything else you might recognise.
Horatio and the Wolf
Horatio sat in his office doing some paperwork from a case the team had just wrapped up. It was already nearly lunchtime but the redheaded detective hadn't stopped all day. As he pulled his favourite pen out of the top drawer of his desk he glanced at his left wrist to get a more accurate idea of the time.
That was when he realised that he had forgotten to put his watch on today. Horatio groaned, knowing that now he wouldn't be able to work without knowing exactly what time it was. Horatio stood up and walked through the lab to find a co-worker to tell him what the time was, mumbling about how he really needed to put some clocks up in the lab.
Horatio found Ryan, Natalia and Walter in the break room enjoying their lunch together before they went home for the day for a well deserved rest. As he walked through the glass door, Horatio did a scan of each of their wrists, finding that Ryan was the only person with a watch on, thus the only person who would be able to tell him the time.
Ryan glanced up as he heard the door swing open and saw his boss walk through, still looking downwards and still, for some strange reason, with his sunglasses on.
The next thing Ryan heard was the redhead's signature velvet voice saying, "Mr Wolfe."
This got Ryan's attention even more as he tried to think of a reason why his boss would want to speak to him. Then, as Horatio looked up and took his sunglasses off in the way that only he can do, Ryan heard that same velvet voice say, "What time is it?"
This simple question resulted in three different reactions.
Ryan sat blinking at his redheaded boss, not quite believing what he had heard, before throwing his sandwich on the table and storming out of the room, all the time muttering about inconsiderate bosses and annoying names.
Natalia quickly picked up both Ryan's sandwich and her own salad and ran after the furious CSI, trying to suppress her giggles.
Walter almost rolled on the floor in laughter.
Throughout all of this Horatio stood in the doorway wondering what it was that he had said. He then walked in a daze back to his office where he wandered slowly back to his chair. He picked up his favourite pen once again and was about to start writing when he looked at his left wrist.
Groaning he realised that he still didn't know what time it was!
AN: As I said before, any comments would be greatly appreciated. You know what to do!
