Summary: Two men finally realize that they love each other. Can they survive the distance? And how long can they keep it hidden? SLASH

Pairing: Mac and Horatio!

Rating: M

Warning: SLASH, gay sex and love.

Inspired by Tiffany F's Look where you least expect-stories. (Author from another fanfiction website. I don't think the author has published her work here).

Some things will have changed in this story, for example Kyle doesn't exist.

-I-

Mac had always thought that forensic conventions were boring. He always went alone and always got bored. He loved forensics; it was just that the actual convention was like hell. It was with a heavy sigh that he landed in Boston and took a taxi to the hotel where he was staying and where the convention was being held. He would spend the whole weekend alone. This was the fifth time he went to this kind of thing and the fifth time he would be longing to go back to New York and work. He would rather deal with serial killer right now then to spend hours listening to some man or woman talk in a monotone voice about something that he and everybody else either already knew or would have no real use for.

There was one seminar he wanted to go to though; it was about disarming explosives and new kinds of bombs. That seemed like fun.

When he arrived at the hotel and got the key to his room he had to wait for the elevator that had gotten stuck. He lived on the 13th floor so taking the stairs wasn't something he felt like doing. But after twenty minutes he couldn't wait anymore and started walking up the stairs.

He finally got to his room and watched other CSI's from other cities laugh and joke as they dragged their bags into their rooms. Why was it that he had been forced to go alone? Chief Sinclair seemed to love to torture him. Mac felt it would have been fair if he could have brought one of his CSI's with him.

He slumped down on the bed and closed his eyes. Within minutes he had fallen asleep.

-I-

Horatio would have preferred his stack of paperwork down in Miami rather than to go to a forensic convention in Boston all alone. He didn't feel it was fair that he hadn't been able to at least bring someone from his team with him. Why did he have to go again? For the seventh time? Maybe it was about time someone else went instead of him.

The only seminar he was interested in seeing was one about explosives and disarming bombs. That seemed like fun. The rest seemed like a waste of time; especially since he was alone. Not only would he have no one to talk the whole weekend, but he would be eating alone too. It seemed so sad to eat out alone or to bring food back to the room; alone.

If his boss ever said he would have to go to a convention after this one, he would strangle him.

When he finally arrived at the hotel and got his key there was a huge crowd waiting for the elevator. He heard from people around him that it had been stuck for an hour.

Horatio decided he could take the stairs to the 13th floor instead of waiting for the elevator and started walking. As he found his room he watched as other CSI's seemed to have come with friends and colleagues. He sighed and went inside; hoping that time would fly by so he could go home quickly.

-I-

When Mac woke up only two hours later he groaned and cursed at himself for falling asleep. His stomach let him now it was time to eat and he stretched his aching back as he got out of the bed. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water in his face to freshen up. With a bored sigh he put on his jacket and went out the door.

He froze as he saw the man living in the room across him also walked out of his room. He was a redhead and Mac felt something he had never felt towards a man before. He blushed and turned around to lock the door, wondering what it would feel like to run his hands through that red hair. He heard the other man look his door too and start walking down the hall.

As Mac glanced towards him, their eyes met and both men instantly looked down on the floor. Mac heard the fading footsteps as the red head walked away. He waited for just a few seconds before he decided to take the stairs down, the chance of running into the other man was small there rather than if he took the elevator.

Mac didn't know exactly where to go, but when he passed a small diner down the street and recognized a few of his neighbors in the hotel he felt it was a good choice to eat there. However, he quickly noticed that the place was full.

"Excuse me; is there any chance at all to get a table?" Mac asked a waiter.

"Um, not if you want to sit alone, sir." The waiter said, "But there is a man sitting alone in the corner over there, I'm sure he wouldn't mind some company."

Mac looked towards the corner and instantly recognized the red head by the table. It was the same red head living in the room across his. He silently argued with himself if he should just go somewhere else or actually sit down at the same table as he stranger who seemed to make his legs go weak.

"I'll ask him." Mac said and walked towards the table.

Horatio looked up when he saw the brunette across the hall from his room approach him.

"Hi, um there are no available tables and so the waiter suggested that I'd ask if you wouldn't mind having some company." Mac asked, and hoped he wasn't blushing.

"Sure, go ahead." Horatio smiled.

He felt himself getting drawn to this brunette stranger. As a gay-man Horatio was used to getting attracted to other men, but this was more than just a simple sexual attraction. Something about the brunette intrigued and attracted him on so many levels.

"Have you ordered anything?" Mac asked as he sat down.

"Not yet." Horatio said and gave Mac the menu; he was given a small and grateful smile in return.

He tried not to stare as the other man read. When the waiter showed up they ordered the same thing and then there was a silence as the waiter left.

"Are you here for the forensic convention?" Mac asked.

"Yeah, it's the seventh time I'm at one."

"My fifth time. And every year I'm forced to go alone." Mac chuckled.

"Me too." Horatio smiled and reached his hand out to the brunette, "I'm Horatio Caine from Miami."

Mac grabbed the hand and shook it.

"Mac Taylor, New York."

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AN: Would you readers want male pregnancy added to this story or is that going too far?