A/N: For those of you who haven't seen Proof of Life this story will make no sense. In Proof David Caruso plays the K&R (kidnap and ransom) expert Dino across from Russell Crowe (Terry Thorne). Dino is a womanizing, sarcastic, friendly (relatively), smart-ass who works with Terry. At the end of the movie they make plans to start a K&R firm together.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Terry sighed to Dino as he lounged on the uncomfortable cot inside the cell. "We should have stayed in the Caymens rather than fly up to Miami..."
Rolling his eyes, Dino interrupted, "Because it's easier to get into trouble in the U.S. I know Thorne. You've been repeating yourself for the last hour." A spring poked into his side and he shifted towards the wall. "Admit she was worth it."
Terry mumbled something that didn't sound like a compliment. Knowing his friend would clam up and sulk Dino rolled over and tried to get some sleep. In a few more hours, Terry would forgive him. Then they would figure out way to talk themselves out of this. Or, more accurately, Dino would do the fast-talking with Terry filling in the blanks.
The cell was warm and it was easy to doze off. Especially because Terry was doing that rhythmic breathing thing that Dino could always identify him by.
Sulking, Terry watched the rise and fall of Dino's chest. The last retrieval had been too close for his liking. Dino had taken a shot gun round to the chest. Digging chunks of lead out of the man hadn't been fun as it involved listening to Dino cuss up and down at everything in sight.
With a sigh, he gave up trying to be annoyed with his red-headed friend. A resigned expression eased the tension on his face. The red-head was incorrigible and Terry liked him that way, though he'd never admit it aloud. This trip was supposed to be a wind down for the two of them. But Dino had caught the eye of an attractive woman in the hotel they were staying at. Not unusual, but the woman was apparently the trophy wife of a local politician. Hence, their current residence.
"I can't take you anywhere, can I?" Terry asked the sleeping man affectionately. His only reply was a soft snore. "She was worth it," Terry admitted, confident Dino couldn't hear to say 'I told you so.' "But you are going to be paying for that punch to the mouth. Those splits on your knuckles will hurt like hell."
There was a soft whooshing noise as the door to the cell opened. Terry kicked Dino's pallet hard enough to wake the other man. Muttering, Dino sat up scrubbing the sleep from his eyes to look up at the cop who'd come to retrieve them. "Holy shit."
Did Dino have a doppelganger he wasn't aware of? Terry was pretty sure that was a no. And judging by the look on the red-head's face, this was a surprise for him as well. Well, Terry's red-head, because the cop was a red-head too. And a dead ringer for the more the more exuberant K&R specialist. "Dino," Terry asked with strained patience, "is there something you want to tell me?"
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When Tripp and Speed had walked into his office looking like they had seen a ghost, Horatio had been puzzled. When Speed had told him, quote, "The prep is your twin brother," he'd honestly thought the younger man was joking. His eyes were telling him different.
There were two men in the cell. One was dark-haired, attractive in the same scruffy fashion as Speed, except paler. He was awake and watching the other man with an exasperated expression. The sleeping man was the reason Speed had claimed to have lost years of his life.
Red hair, widow's peak, startled blue eyes, they were identical. The stranger expressed himself first. "Holy shit." His friend made a strangled comment that Horatio didn't quite hear in his surprise.
"Who exactly are you?" Horatio asked coolly.
Looking at him like he was crazy, Horatio's doppelganger offered, "Richard Beverly. This is my friend Thomas Smith." And Horatio was James Dean. "There seems to have been some sort of misunderstanding at the hotel we where staying at. Perhaps we can talk when we get this all cleared up." 'Beverly' tried to smooth over the awkwardness of the situation.
Clearing his throat, Horatio explained, "That's what I'm here about. In light of the situation, the charges against you and Mr. Smith have been dropped. However," he hesitated, "I'd like to check your identification again."
"Bloody hell," 'Smith' sighed. "What is it with you Americans and your paper work?"
Laughing, 'Beverly' patted his friends arm. "It's not Americans, it's our government. Democracy, freedom, justice, and all that good shit."
Putting his hands on his hips, Horatio insisted, "Papers?"
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"I need a drink," Terry groaned as he and Dino walked out of the station.
Snorting, Dino pointed out, "I'm the one who just discovered my long lost twin."
Dead serious, Terry turned. "Yeah, but now I know there's two of you in the world. Frankly, that scares the living shit out of me."
The comment made Dino pout. "Come on, Ter," he whined, "you're a bastard but you love me anyways."
Terry just groaned and headed towards the nearest club. He needed a drink, and he needed it now.
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Calleigh paced the lab, talking to Speed. "I don't know what's more frightening, the fact the guy looks like H, or the fact he's so different from H."
Grunting, the trace expert responded, "The world does not need two Horatio Caines. The intensity would probably cause a collapse in the time-space continuum."
The woman rolled her eyes. She hated not having the answers.
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If Horatio had been a drinking man, this would have been a good time to reach for the bottle. Apparently 'Beverly' and 'Smith' were clean. Too clean. The wrongness nagged at him. There was a lot more to those two than old friends on vacation, and he itched to get his hands on their real identities. The fact 'Beverly' could be his brother was just an added incentive for his curiosity.
A/N2: This is my first CSI: Miami fic. I'd not a big fan of the show, but this ficcy wouldn't go away.