DEADLY MEMORIES

A/N: I don't know if you all have read my story Living on a Prayer, but I posted the first chapter of this story as chapter 18. I am writing this with a friend, and I think that when she realizes that I have posted this story, she is going to be a little mad at me. But hey it is has been sitting here for a really long time, and a lot of people have asked me what happened to it, so here it is. I won't give too much away, but I will say that Kyle is going to be the main focus of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:Miami, if I owned or wrote for the show, I won't be struggling to pay for things.....

Chapter one: When it all began

He thought if he would curl up small and tight behind the chair, the man would never see him, never hear him, and never find him. The small boy tried to hold his breath, as he heard footsteps moving closer towards the chair. The footsteps stopped, as did the boy's heart for a moment,"Maybe he can't find me?" The boy thought. But, just as the boy finished his thought, the chair seemed to lift itself off the ground and fly across the room. The man had found him, the boy looked up into the man's eyes, paralyzed by instant that fear in seconds, the boy scrambled to his feet and ran towards the bathroom, slipping on water as he entered, falling hard on the wet tiled floor. He tried to get up and lock the door, but his body was limp and his head felt heavy. Before succumbing to the immense pain, the boy looked up at the man chasing him than closed his eyes and let them fill with darkness.

At that moment Kyle shot t up in bed. He was sweating and breathing heavily. This wasn't the first time he has had this dream. The dreams began two weeks ago, happening on and off with little or no variation, but they all seemed to end the same. Kyle, in the dreams, was a boy again running from an unknown male and succumbing to this immense amount of pain. Laying back down, Kyle tossed and turned, knowing sleep would come picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush his teeth; after he was done he washed up and went back into his bedroom. The room was his father's old media room, which was converted into Kyle's bedroom when he and his mom moved in with his dad. His mother, Julia Winston, has been going through some personal and financial problems, and his father, Horatio Caine, stepped in and took control of the situation. Since living with his father, Kyle and his mother have both flourished; his mother has been seeing a therapist and a financial advisor, while Kyle has been doing excellent in a new public school.

Though the situation was temporary, Kyle loved living with both his parents, and enjoyed the time they have been spending getting dressed, Kyle walked downstairs to the kitchen. His parents where already in the kitchen, his mother was at the table drinking orange and reading the morning paper, and his father was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Both said good morning to Kyle as he walked in:

Horatio:"Good Morning son"

Julia: "Good morning baby.

Kyle: "Morning"

Kyle went towards the cabinet and grabbed a huge bowl. Horatio watched as his son poured a heaping bowl of cereal; put toast on his plate, all the while toasting two pop tarts. After Kyle sat down, Julia looked at all the food I front of her son, than at Horatio, who shared the bewildered look that Julia had on her :

Horatio:"Um son are you a little hungry this morning?"

"Kyle: "No. Dad I am fine."

Kyle was lying; he figured that if he had a big breakfast, he would feel much better.

Horatio: "Okay son."

Horatio watched as Kyle took another bite of his food

Kyle: "Mom can you past me the milk?

Julia: "Sure" Julia pushed the milk carton over towards her son eyeing him with curiosity," Kyle, you look a little tired. Are you alright?"

Kyle: "Mom I'm alright."

Horatio sat down next to his son and looked at him:

"Son are you sure your alright? You look a little tired to me, what time did you get to bed the other night?"

Kyle: "I went to bed when I said goodnight to you two." Kyle said with a mouth full of cereal.

Horatio: "Son let me put it another way, what time did you fall asleep?" Horatio stared at his son trying to figure out the problem

Kyle: "Dad I went to bed the moment my head hit the pillow okay."

Julia: "Okay this conversation is going nowhere." Julia put down the newspaper and took another sip of her orange juice.

Kyle looked at both his parents:

"I'm all right I am just a little stressed about classes and getting everything done on time." Kyle hoped his parents believed him.

Horatio and Julia looked at each other, Horatio spoke first:

"Okay son, but I don't want you to continue stressing yourself out and missing sleep. Take a break, play some basketball, just don't tire your brain."

Kyle: "I won't dad, and I will when I get home. Now I have to go, I don't want to be late." Kyle got up from the table and grabbed his book bag,"Bye."

Kyle walked out the house, grabbing a breakfast bar from the pantry.

Julia and Horatio looked at each other

Julia: "Do you believe his little lie?"

Horatio: "No but there is something troubling him."Horatio took a sip of his coffee and Julia went back to the paper, both were thinking the same thing, they needed to keep an eye on their son

A/N: Okay so what did you think, I know it is going to be much writing three stories at once, but I am in the mood and I want to write them all at once. So yeah I am making Julia soft in this story, it is not my intention to make her the bad guy here (But check out threat because she is not this nice).

I kinda like the idea of having three stories out there with three different plots, I feel like the writers of soap's.