Title: In the Arms of an Angel

Author: 1234

Story Summary: A one- shot about Kyle and Horatio sharing an embrace after the death of his army friend.

Disclaimer: Look I don't own anything, and if I did do you think I would be a broke college student living off my parents? I make no money

A/N: Yes people I am making my return to CSI:Miami fan fiction. I left for a while because I vowed not to write until they put Kyle back on the show, and since he is back on the show I am writing this one shot in celebration. This one-shot was inspired by the promo pictures for the 8.18 episode Dishonor where Horatio is seen holding Kyle in a comforting embrace. This is my interputation as to why and how they ended up like this. Remember this is not what is going to happen on the show... It's my own thought.

Hope you all enjoy

This chapter is dedicated to Betty Jensa who fought hard to get any information she can on Kyle's return. I wrote this for her and I hope she enjoys it

*When a name appears in BOLD it means a change in character and thought

In the Arms of an Angel

He was Kyle's buddy through it all. Through the nights where they stood guard, or the days when they patrolled the streets of Afghanistan. He was the first person Kyle had ever met when he decided to enroll and leave everything he knew for the army and they had built up a kinship only rivaled by the one Kyle shared with his father. But now, as Kyle dug to get his friend out from under the metal entrapment, Kyle could not help but be blinded by the watery tears that flowed like honey from his eyes. His friend, was like his brother, a brother who had saved his life many times over in the desert and now Kyle felt obligated to return the favor. Kyle was so wrapped up in his own desperation to save his friend, that he had not noticed his father who had arrived to help Kyle. Kyle just kept digging and yelling out his friends name:

"Justin can you hear me?"

But Kyle got no answer, and his heart leaped further into his throat. His mind was racing, his thoughts were jumbled, he couldn't let his brother perish like this.

Horatio had drove like a bat out of hell to the junk yard, after he got a urgent and partly incoherent message from Kyle. His son had been home no more than a couple of days before he (Kyle) was thrust into a murder case. Kyle had appealed to Horatio, begging him to take the case of his friend, who was being framed for murder and Horaito could not turn down his son. So now, all his investigation, lead to this moment as he drove into the junk yard. Horatio barely parked the car before he jumped from the drivers seat and ran towards the screams he heard from Kyle. When he reached the scene, he saw his son on his knees clawing away at the metal that buried his friend. Horatio approached, grabbing a metal pole from the floor, and began to assist Kyle.

Kyle's trembling hands came to an abrupt halt when he reached the bottom. His friends lifeless body laid bloody at the bottom of the sea of metal. This wasn't how Justin was supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to survive land mines and terrorist attacks, to come back home and die like this. This wasn't an honorable death, his friend was cheated, his friend was robbed of an honorable death.

"No!!"

Kyle finally shouted, as he grabbed his friends body. Blood stained his shirt and his army pants, but Kyle didn't care. Justin was his brother, a companion Kyle had craved since the very beginning. There would be no modesty when it came to covering up his emotion; they say marines don't cry, but that was a bunch of bullshit. Kyle was going to cry, Kyle was going to act distressed because that's what humans do.

Horatio dropped the pole as the body of Justin came into view. Horatio had lost a lot of people in his life, and he sure Kyle had seen his fair share of death, but when it came to people with personal connections, Horaito knew the overwhelming pain that came along with death. He dropped the pole and leaned down to console Kyle. But Kyle flinched from Horatio's embrace and grabbed his friend body. Horatio knew that wasn't a sign of rejection, it was just Kyle's need to be closer to his friend. So Horatio stood and watched over his son, as Kyle cried.

His father's presence finally registerd into Kyle's mind, and Kyle looked up at Horatio:

"Dad..." Kyle crumbled into another fit of tears.

Horatio leaned down and scoped Kyle up into a standing embrace. Wrapping his arm around Kyle head, Horatio pulled Kyle close to his chest and let his son cry into shirt:

"It's going to be alright son."Horatio soothed.

"How do you know dad? How do you know?" Kyle sobbed.

"I just know." Horatio whispered as he kissed Kyle's hair.

The two of them stood like that for some time, until the roar and sound of ambulances and police cars came into the distance. Horatio looked down at Kyle:

"Let's go son."

Kyle looked up at his father, wiping the tears from his eyes:

"It's not fair dad."

"What's not fair son."

"He was a solider, a Marine. He had always said that if he died, he would want to die defending his country. Not like this dad, not like this." Kyle looked down at his friends body.

"Son," Horatio started slowly,"Sometimes you can't chose what's best for you, your always handed what is right for you."

"So your saying that this was right for Justin?"

"I'm saying that this is how our creator wanted him to go. Think of it as this: He's in the arms of an angel now."

Kyle stared at his friend as a small smile creeped over his mouth:

"Maybe."

The End

I don't think I did that bad for a return back to Fan fiction. I wrote this as a spare in the moment sort of thing, and I hope you all liked it. Betty I hope you enjoyed. I don't know if Kyle's friends name is Justin, if it is not than oh well it's my story. Comment people, that would make me write more of Threat.