Note: This is a slash story. If you object to that, don't read this. Rated M for language and strong sexual content in later chapters. Reviews are always appreciated! Enjoy!
Note: This first chapter is mainly a rehash of Habeas Corpse. Major spoilers if you have not seen the season turned series finale.
"What were you doing at Josh's apartment Mr. Wolfe?"
That was the first thing H said to me since he got here. As usual, he was facing away from everyone, staring out of a window, so that we wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking. Not that we would be able to tell anyway. I hear myself stammering over answers, trying to explain how this lawyer dropped me, a police officer and CSI, with one hit without looking like an idiot. But I realize that that won't be possible.
"He's got a burn of his hand," Eric observed as he was taking pictures. The whole team was there, except Calliegh, who started to disappear lately. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Walter glaring at me.
"Explain that burn on your hand Mr. Wolfe."
Mr. Wolfe. Of all the CSI's I'm the only one who still has the pleasure of being addressed so formally. Hell, he even stopped calling Natalia Ms. Boa Vista.
"Mr. Wolfe." A slight, ever so slight tone to his deep voice at not being answered the first time.
"Oh yeah, I knocked over a lamp…"I can hear the ME telling Walter that I probably wiped that wine bottle down after using it to bash Josh's head in. He then quickly corrects himself.
That damn ME takes Josh's body to the lab, and everyone else stays behind, except H and me. I have to ride with him. He's silent as he drives. The silence is so deafening that I am forced to try to break it. It unnerves me to even think about what's going on in red head of his.
"Uh, H I didn't kill him, I swear."
"I believe you, Mr. Wolfe. However, it was reckless of you to go over to his house while you were so angry."
"I just wanted to clear Samantha's name."
"I see." Now he was patronizing me. I hated that patronizing tone of his. I clench my fists, but continue.
"He set us up, you know."
"Are you certain of that, Mr. Wolfe?"
"Absolutely," I insisted, a little more strongly than I felt. Samantha wouldn't try to frame us, would she?
"What makes you so certain?" This Socratic method was starting to get on my nerves too.
"I mean…she's on our side… Josh was just scum." I wonder why I rush to defend her so.
"Your antipathy towards Josh seems to be strong. What is the source?"
"Because he set us up! And he's working with Vogel."
"We have no proof of that as of yet, Mr. Wolfe. Are you sure there is no other source of your animosity?"
I clench my teeth, and dig my nails into my palms. My face flushes. I know exactly what he is implying. Everyone knows. Yeah, I was going to ask Sam out. Yes, I was highly pissed when I found out she was dating that lousy state attorney. But does he honestly think that's what the source is? Is it? Horatio breaks into my thoughts.
"You don't have to answer that, Mr. Wolfe. Just keep it in mind and try to remain objective."
A little cough escapes my lips inadvertently. Objective? Does Horatio even know the meaning of the word? He has some nerve asking me to be objective. I turn away, so that he cannot see the rage bubbling inside of me. I feel those deep blue eyes on me.
"By the way Mr. Wolfe, I'm going to need your badge and gun until we clear you."
I knew it was coming. It's not like it hasn't happened before. Of all the team, I have probably been on probation more than any of them, even hotheaded Eric and especially Miss Perfect Duquesne.
I pace around the office, ignoring the points and whispers. After only two hours I am cleared. I head over to the house and get berated by Walter who is still miffed about me going off on my own. We find his phone and discover the bug. Right away I know who planted it. But I keep silent. She just wanted to catch him, after all. But I wonder how H would take it.
He lost his temper. I've never seen him so mad. After questioning Sam and removing her from the case, he tore her lab apart, starting with smashing all the glass that was on her work table. A chill ran through me and I felt a tightening in my gut. I mean, there was that one time where we almost branded that guy to get him to talk, but he was still cool under pressure with that.
I can't believe it. I can't goddamn believe it! That bitch set me up! She was the one who bashed Josh's head in and we would never have known if I had found that shard of glass in her shoe. And then she left me there. Left me there, unconscious, bleeding on the floor. Call me crazy, but I still thought we had a chance, especially since that scumbag was dead.
We're all at the bar, except H and Calliegh. She adopted those two kids. No one knows what Horatio is, or what he does when he's not at work. I hear he visits his wife's grave a lot. We drink a round to Calliegh as a new mommy, to solving the case, to finally nailing Vogel. Except I seem to be the one doing all the drinking. While we are talking, it starts to sink in how lonely I am. I mean, everyone has someone. Even the doc has a hot girl! Eric never had a problem getting a girl, and he's been hooking up with Calliegh for years. Natalia's got some guy, and Frank's married. I know Walter isn't talking to his mom when he sneaks off and takes those calls, or get's a grin a mile wide when he gets a text. I start blabbering on, saying stuff I know I will never live down.
"Aha!" Eric exclaims. We all turn. The man has appeared, looking as suave as ever.
"Told you he would make it!" It's rare to have H join us outside of work. I guess he likes to keep his private life private. Someone offers him a drink.
"Only if Mr. Wolfe buys," he insists.
So I buy. He likes scotch. And Whiskey. I guess that can't be surprising considering that he is Irish. He only has one drink though. I don't. At about ten everyone gets ready to leave. After all, it's Thursday and we have to work the next day. Both Eric and Walter offer to drive me home.
"I'll take care of it," Horatio speaks up. Everyone, if slightly surprised, doesn't argue and bids us farewell.
"Are you ready, Mr. Wolfe?"
"Uh, yeah," I slur and make to stand up. If H hadn't been there I would have fallen. He helps me to the car, and buckles me in.
"Do you know where I live?" I slur.
"I do." Of course he does. He knows everything. The car starts moving. Oh no, I'm going to be sick.
"Are you ok, Mr. Wolfe?"
"Uh yeah."
"Let me know if I need to pull over."
"Uh, H?"
"Yes, Mr. Wolfe?"
"Why do you call me Mr. Wolfe?"
I pass out before he can answer.
PS. I am so PISSED that they cancelled this show! I mean, I like Mac and all but nobody has that swagga like H!
