A/N: And again, I will inform you on the fact that I'm not a native English speaker so there may be errors. For my friend Floortje who has great suggestions.
Summary: Sammie and Horatio will go to New York to figure out what happened to Sammie's mother. If you haven't read 'It Runs In The Blood' or 'Mother's Love', things may be unclear. Part 3 of a Trilogy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI:Miami or CSI:NY characters. I do, however, own Amylia Samantha Green, Samantha Joanie Green and Christina.
Death Of A Loved One
Chapter 1: Mala Noche
"Mala Noche?" Ryan repeated.
"Yes, mister Wolfe, the Mala Noche. I am still green-lit." Horatio answered.
Sammie looked at him. "What ís the Mala Noche?"
Horatio turned around to see his daughter.
"It's one of Miami's biggest gangs. And they're after me, for killing Antonio Riaz."
"Who?"
"Marisol's murderer."
"Who's Marisol?"
"I'll explain that later. Sam, you really have to get back to New York. If they find out, you're in danger too."
"Find what out?" Ryan interrupted. Sammie looked at him.
"That I'm Horatio's daughter."
"You are?" Ryan asked in disbelief. Sammie didn't respond.
"Horatio, detective Flack of the NYPD said mom could have been killed by a gang she was suing. Perhaps that gang's related to the Mala Noche!" she suggested.
Horatio nodded, grabbed his cell phone and walked away a bit. Ryan still looked at Sammie in disbelief.
"You are Horatio's daughter?" he asked. Sammie nodded.
"Amylia Samantha… Caine, it is here I think. Though in the city of New York I'm known as Amylia Samantha Green, because of my late mother, Samantha Joanie Green."
"She died?"
Sammie nodded sadly. "Murdered."
"And she was… Horatio's wife?"
"Ex-wife. They're… were… divorced for more than ten years."
Horatio returned to them.
"Mac confirmed the gang that has killed Sammie's mother is related to the Noches."
"Does he know?" Sammie asked. Horatio nodded and put his sunglasses on.
"We're going to New York."
Sammie shook her head. "First take off those damn sunglasses, otherwise I won't even come with you. You don't need them there."
Unwillingly, Ryan smiled at Sammie's comment. It was weird to see someone talk that way to Horatio. But it wasn't so hard to imagine she was his daughter.