The sun glinted off his signature aviators, his bright orange hair tousled in the wind. He breathed in deeply, letting the warm Miami air seep into his lungs , he let a smirk play out across his face. He was Horatio Caine, one of the best CSI's to ever grace the planet (as far as many people were concerned). Horatio was waiting, he looked both menacing and wise. Who he was waiting for was known only to him. He had not told Eric or even Ryan. This was something that had to be done alone. Now all he could was stand very still, and be ready for the next small plane to land. This was no ordinary plane to come to Miami, this was a plane from Mumbai.
As Salim K. Malik stepped off the small private plane provided by Javed , he was amazed by how chilly the weather was in Miami. He walked several steps and then firmly stood his ground. He squinted into the blazing Florida sun, and slid on his oversized glasses. Now he could clearly see the man standing in front of him. "Ah" Salim said "So this is the magnanimous Horatio Caine." "Well" Horatio glared at the ground. "Only if this is the man I have been in contact with for the last six months." Salim reached into his back belt loop. Horatio got into his sideways gun stance. They aimed. "Do you have what I want?"
There was a long pause, the sound of screeching cars could be heard in the distance, Salim cleared his throat "well?" he spoke roughly though his voice was hushed. The soft roar of a plane hummed over head. Horatio cocked his head to one side, removing his sunglasses and squinting at the gangster. "Well, that depends.." his voice was smooth and completely calm "What exactly do you want Salim Malik?" Salim's eyes widened as Horatio uttered his name. "how did you come by that name?" He practically spat on the CSI. "You have a brother, don't you Mr. Malik?". Horatio slowly began to circle the younger man. "Don't MOVE!" Salim shouted angrily, pointing his revolver more directly at Horatio's head. This didn't phase the experienced CSI, he had seen his fair share of fire arms in his lifetime. If Salim was planning on shooting him, he would have already. Horatio knew he wasn't as tough as he appeared.
"You don't have what we want. Do you?" Salim mumbled, avoiding the entire interaction. "That depends, Mr Malik. Are you going to help me take down Javed?" Horatio got right to the point. Salim stared at the ground. "I don't know if I can anymore" He dropped his gun and his stance. "I am now in the inner circle of trust, it is one that cannot be broken if you wish to live." Horatio looked into the distance. "I am sure, that I can help you with that, Mr Malik." Salim's phone began to trill a very loud and foreign song. "That will be him now…" Salim hesitated before answering the phone. Salim aimed towards Horatio and fired off six shots before beginning to breath heavily. "Yes , Sir?" Salim whispered. "You have finished him, yes?" The older gangster grunted. "Of course Sir. I only live to follow your orders." Horatio stood in the distance with six spent casings flung around him, and smiled.