Author's note to everyone. Thanks for all the well wishes and favorites to all my stories, I am deeply honored. Sorry, it's taken so long for me to get back in the saddle. I had back surgery and was off for 2 months. I'm back at work and have new inspiration - I watched a lot of reruns while was home. I have to get this plot bunny out my head, then I'll finish up my other stories. This is inspired by the song "Lead Me" by Sanctus Real. It just seems to really fit.

I am introducing a sister to Horatio Caine in CSI: Miami. She is 15 years younger than Horatio. So, this happens right after Marisol gets killed, it would have been the next episode. I'm assuming that Christina is 26 and Horatio is 41.

"LEAD ME"

****FLASHBACK*****

Riaz was sitting in the interrogation room. Horatio couldn't believe that Riaz made a deal with the State and they were going to let him go. They were actually going to let him go, the man who ordered the murder of his wife, Marisol. His head was reeling. As Riaz walks out, he looks Horatio in the eye and says, "…everyone you love. Hear any great flute music lately?" Riaz just laughed at Horatio's expression.

'Oh my God, Christina….' thought Horatio.

****END FLASHBACK****

Eric walked up to Horatio, "H? What's going on?" Eric asked as he watched Riaz being escorted from the building.

Eric eye's bulged, "What?"

"He made a deal. He made a deal. He's going to be in the wind." Horatio nearly whispered.

"No! No!" shouted Eric heading toward Riaz. Eric couldn't believe his ears. "We can't let that murdering bastard go…" Eric shouted as he headed toward Riaz.

Horatio grabbed Eric. "Eric, stop. We aren't letting him go. We're going to Brazil. We'll get him one way or another, but right now I need your help." Horatio said calmly.

Eric turned to Horatio, "What the …..? You need my help? What could be important than getting the guy who killed my sister?" he raged.

Horatio sighed as he tightened his grip on Eric's arm, "Eric, we are going to get him, but right now I need to make sure my sister is safe."

Eric stopped in his tracks. "Ylena?"

Knowing that he had Eric's full attention, he released his grip on Eric's arm. "No, not sister-in-law, my sister. My baby sister, Christina. I haven't talked to her lately. But Riaz just said something that makes me worried for her. He put a hit out on Marisol, what if there's one out on Christina?"

"Christina?" asked Eric confused. " I thought she lived in London."

"Well, I think she is. I haven't talked to her since I told her about Marisol. For all I know, she might be on her way back to the states." said Horatio sadly shaking his head.

Eric recovered himself for a moment and remembered that Horatio had said something about keeping Christy safe. He still thought of Christina as that little 16 year old girl that he had met, when Horatio had come to Miami. He had been a green recruit right out of the academy, when he'd met Horatio. She had introduced herself to him as Christy, even though Horatio and Raymond had always called her Christina. He remembered how Horatio was super protective of Christy, just like Eric had been of Marisol. She went to Catholic schools and Horatio made her live at home while she was in college. Christy had come to live with him after the death of her mother. Eric never knew the whole story. He never asked, figured that if it was a story that Horatio or Christy had wanted to tell, they would have. She was the most sheltered little girl in the world. When she'd graduated from college, she got a job with the London Philharmonic playing the flute. She was a prodigy. He smiled to himself. Horatio almost didn't let her move to London, despite her being an adult, she obeyed Horatio implicitly. She had been ecstatic when Horatio had finally given her his blessing.

"Eric?" asked Horatio, startling Eric back into reality.

"Huh, oh. H, why do you think Christy is in danger? What did that bastard say?"

"He told me that he would get everyone I love. He asked me if I'd heard any good flute music lately."

Eric just stared at him. "H, we've got to find Christy."

"I know Eric, first we need to warn everyone else. I'm worried the Mal Noche is going to go after Callie, you, Ylena, Ray, Jr., Alex, and Ryan. The Mal Noche is everywhere."

"I've got to find Christy now, Eric. So, listen, this is what I want you to do. I want you to gather everyone for a meeting. I'm going to try and call Christina." Horatio said as he turned away from Eric and grabbed his cell. "Do it now Eric."

"On it H!" Eric said as he headed toward the lab.

Horatio dialed Christina's cell. Pick up, pick up little girl! Damn it, pick up! Please God, let her pick up. The hopes and prayers raged in his head. She didn't pick up.

Meanwhile, Christina was on a flight from London to Miami. The flight stopped in New York and she had to change planes. She hated coming to New York. Even though New York was her first home. Her mother was murdered in New York, the day her life had changed forever. She had gone to live with Horatio in Miami. She loved her brother like none other, but he was so over protective, she felt smothered sometimes as she grew up with him. She smiled, she would like to wrapped in his warm loving safe arms again. It had been a long time. She also remembered how gentle those warm loving hands were and how they could turn hard as nails when he paddled her backside for some errant behavior. He never put up with anything, no deceit, no disrespect and no disobedience. She smiled again. He was strict, but she loved him.

Christina laid her head back against the seat. She had just heard the pilot say that they were 15 minutes out from New York. She would have to hustle to make her flight to Miami. She was worried about her big brother. She had gotten a weird message from him about coming home immediately. Never in all her time in London, did he contact her through some yahoo email account. He had always maintained that it was not secure enough. He had always used an encrypted special account. It had scared her enough to take a leave of absence from the London Philharmonic and get on the next plane to Miami. It had cost her about three times as much to fly home, but if Horatio said to come home, she was coming home. She had tried to call him, but she just couldn't get him on the phone, so as usual, she did what he said. He said to come home and well, she was.

The plane finally landed and she readied herself to deplane, praying her big brother was ok. She starting tearing a little, worried so much about him.

Meanwhile, not knowing Christina was on a plane to Miami, Horatio was starting to sweat his baby sister's safety.

TBC

Hehehehehe - a little cliffy, I'll post another chapter in the next day or two.