A/N: If you want to know what kind of person Amylia actually is, or how Horatio re-met her, please read the 'Family History' trilogy. And I want to thank all the reviewers who've reviewed all my previous stories. Please correct my English if I've made a mistake.

Summary: There's Horatio, and there's a girl who calls herself his daughter. Just some fun things. Ryan/Amylia, Horatio/Yelina, and I want to add some action and excitement to the mix!

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own any of the CSI:Miami characters, but I do own Amylia, Samantha and Christina, but, as I've said before, everybody is free to use them as long as they send me a PM.

The Lieutenant's Daughter

Monday

She was stubborn. Like father like son, they say, but in this case it was like father like daughter, or so it seemed. Horatio closed the front door behind his back and went on his way to work. She was seventeen, going on eighteen, so she could handle herself in the morning before going to school.

Amylia woke up the second she heard the door close. She looked at her alarm clock and groaned. Fife-thirty am, way too early. But Amylia knew she couldn't sleep anymore now, because it would be her first day at her 'new' school here. She would finish the semester here, in Miami. She missed her school up in New York, and all of her friends. But after school she'd go to the lab, to see Horatio. He asked her to do so, for he was pretty overprotective. Afraid she, like her mother Samantha and Horatio's late wife Marisol, would get killed by the Mala Noche too. Amylia got out of bed and dressed herself.

She walked to the living room and turned on the TV for the news. Not paying much attention to what was on the screen, she walked to the small kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Amylia poured herself some orange juice and prepared a bowl of cereals. With this in her hands, she walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. Ah, a media report about a murder on TV. Amylia smiled at the TV, wondering how the media would make her father look.

Horatio slipped on his sunglasses while leaving the victim's residence. The amount of media attention didn't surprise him, for it had been a local celebrity that had been murdered.
"Lieutenant Caine! "
"Caine!"
"Lieutenant!"
"Hey you!"
The media screamed for his attention, but Horatio only said one thing;
"My team will get this killer off the streets."

Amylia was proud of her father, for the amount of control he had over himself and the crowd of spectators. She put the empty juice glass and the cereal bowl in the dishwasher, walked back to her bedroom to comb her hair, put on some mascara and lip gloss and after this to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She remembered a conversation she had had once, when she was younger. Much younger. Six, to be precise.

"I don't wanna go to school! I wanna stay here with you!" Amylia whined. Samantha smiled at Horatio. He looked at Amylia and kneeled.
"Listen, sweetheart. Mommy and I have to go to work. We have to catch the bad guys."
"Bad guys?" Amylia looked at him. "I wanna catch the bad guys too!"
Samantha smiled. "Amy, sweetie, when you are older, you can catch the bad guys too."
Amylia looked at her now. "Really?"
"Really"

Really. Amylia laughed when she thought back to this. It was one of not many memories she had that were pre her seventh birthday. Pretty weird, actually. But still, her dream was coming true. After summer, she'd go to college to study Forensics and Chemistry. She had, ever since Horatio moved to Miami, planned to go to Florida too after graduation. Well, also that seemed to have come true. Only not after graduation. Pretty weird how your mom's murder could let all your plans come true. After she'd finish college and university, she'd start working at the Crime Lab. Her father would become her supervisor. And she, she'd become his employee. But she'd always be his daughter. Amylia Samantha Caine.

Horatio smiled at a picture of a young Amylia in his wallet. It was a picture of when she'd been much younger. Thank god Samantha had raised her well in the years after their divorce. Although – he'd never doubted that she'd raise Amylia well. The only reason why they'd divorced was because she and he himself had been too busy with both their jobs. Samantha as a DA, he as a Detective. They'd become strangers to each other. The past weeks, after Samantha's murder, Horatio had become re-acquainted with his daughter. Oh, how would he kill anyone who'd hurt her.


A few hours later, Amylia got on the bus. She walked down the isle, looking at several people before she noticed a girl who sat somewhere alone. The girl looked lonely.
"Hey. Can I sit here?" Amylia asked the girl. The girl nodded and looked at her.
"Sure."
"I'm Amylia Caine" Amylia said.
"Jan Mitchell. Caine, you say?"
Amylia nodded.
"You must have heard this hundredth of times before, but, are you family of one Horatio Caine?"
Amylia laughed. "Actually, you're the first one to ask. I've lived in New York for all my life, but after my mother was murdered I moved to Miami."
The girl looked at her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be awful."
Amylia looked away. "Yes. It is. I don't think I've already realized I've lost her, so it sounds so weird. But indeed, I am family of Horatio Caine."
"I think he's the coolest crime scene investigator in the whole of Miami!"
Amylia smiled and looked at Jan again. "Thanks. He's my father."
"Your what? Your father?"
Amylia nodded. "Uh-huh. So, what's this school like?"
"It's horrible. At least, when you're such as geek as I am. They keep telling me science is for geeks. I can't help it that I'm good at science and that chess is such an interesting game!"
"My first impression of you is non-geekish, so to me, you're not a geek. And chess indeed is a cool game. You know what? Do you wanna learn how to play poker? It's just as interesting as chess, only the image of it is way less geekier"
Jan looked at her. "You wanna do that?"
"Absolutely"

Horatio looked at his CSIs that were investigating the crime scene. It was weird knowing that there now was someone else in his life that he had to take care of. Someone that would wait for him when he got home. Amylia. Sure, Marisol had waited at home for him in the times they were married, but having a wife at home wasn't the same as having a daughter at home. Amylia had been seven when he and Samantha had divorced. She now was an almost-grown-up young woman, prepared to fight the hurdles the world would present her with. She'd turn eighteen in November. And still, it seemed she hadn't changed that much. Oh, how he remembered when he said good bye for the very last time, from when on he'd be a guest when visiting her and Samantha…

"Daddy! Please don't go!" Amylia cried, holding on to Horatio's coat. The people walking by on La Guardia airport didn't even pay attention to them, probably used to little kids cry when saying goodbye to a parent. Horatio kneeled and looked at her. "Amylia, I really have to go now. I have to catch a plane."
"Take the next one! Or better, take no plane at all! I don't want you to go!"
"Sweetie, you can visit me whenever you want in Miami. And I will visit you. And we'll call."
"But I don't want you to go"
Samantha now also kneeled. "Sweetie, daddy has to go now. I'm sure he'll call us the minute he arrived at Miami International"
Amylia looked at Horatio with tears in her eyes. "Don't be gone forever" she whispered.
"I promise I won't be gone forever. And I promise to call you when I arrive in Miami."
Both Horatio and Samantha now straightened up and looked at each other.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way" Horatio said. Samantha nodded.
"I'm too. I-"
"Take care, all right?"
Samantha nodded and hugged him. "I will if you will"
"I promise"
And he was gone.

Things had been different than he had planned. But all things he planned went the wrong way, so he had stopped trying to plan his life decades ago.

Amylia looked at Jan. "How're the teachers?"
"They're nice if you do what's asked. I hope you'll share some subjects with me, so you can sit next to me. After all, you've no one to sit next to yet and I'm always sitting alone"
"I'd love that!" Amylia said happily. "Where do you plan to go to college after graduation?"
"I dunno yet. Do you?"
"Hmm" Amylia answered vaguely. "what subjects do you have?"
For a while, the girls chatted on, until the bus stopped in front of the school.
"Come on. What's your first subject?"
"Maths" Amylia said.
"Oh, so is mine! I'll show you around a bit."
"Oh, thanks."

Time goes by fast. Too fast at times, too slow at other times. It's just a matter of timing to let everything run smoothly.

Both Horatio and Amylia realized that.

A/N: More coming up if you like it!