TENTATIVE sequel. Do not have high hopes for a full story here. My idea base is limited.
My writer's block has been terrible. When I can actually write as much as I want, it happens. And it frustrates me.
I don't own CSI Miami and I am making no profit from this etc.
...Rick made his way to the Chevelle without Benny catching him. Instead of going to work, he drove down the strip and through the city. After finding one of his favorite cafes, he sat down for an hour and browsed the web on his laptop. He looked up as a familiar face sat down opposite of him.
"Rick."
"Horatio."
"It's nice to see you."
"Same here." Rick smiled.
"You are a smart man." Horatio admitted.
"And so are you. You just couldn't catch me."
"Interesting how fate works that way isn't it?"
"Very fascinating." Rick nodded.
Everything faded to black.
He walked through the dark.
Alone.
Silence.
Rick could only hear his own breathing and footsteps. He walked on a little more and could make out the orange glow of a streetlight. A dark figure he could not make out stood beneath it.
"Hello?" He called tenatively; the sound seemed to echo in the dark. The figure's hand moved to his hip. Rick heard the snaps of a holster come undone. He turned and began to run but was stopped as pain radiated through his back.
"Rick!" Benny yelled as he screamed and fell off the bed.
"God dammit." Rick growled and laid on the cold wood. The grey and white cat, Cigar, sat puffed up across the floor, upset about being woken up. Katie, their pitbull mix jumped off the bed and licked his face.
"Did you have that dream again?"
"Yes."
"Rick, that's the third time this week."
"I know. There's nothing I can do about it." He sat up and rubbed the dog's head. "He's gonna get me Benny."
"No he won't."
"I don't have dreams for no reason."
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