Title: Lost In Your Eyes.
Fandom: CSI Miami/CSI New York.
Pairing: Horatio/Speed, Horatio/Speed/Danny.
Chapter: (1/?)
Author: Aiden.
Rating: FRT 13.
Warning: Hurt/comfort, angst, language.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* You rock!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did they would have much more fun.
Summary: Danny just wanted to disappear.
Author's note: This is my new story. There will be more but please no poking, still working on some stuff.

Danny stood at his brother's grave, tears threatening to fall. "Hi, Louie. This will be the last time I stand here, talking to you. I'm leaving the city." He sighed painfully, "I'm not sure where I go. But I just can't take it anymore; too many bad memories."

Rubbing his tired eyes, Danny looked away. "Dad still blames me for what happened to you. So is mom." He snorted, "She doesn't say it right into my face like dad does but I can see it in her eyes."

He looked down, his tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you, but… but I just couldn't accept it, seeing you like that every day. I never loved you any less, but it was so hard for me."

Stepping away from the grave, he wiped his eyes. "Goodbye, Louie," he whispered painfully, "I will always love you… you will always be in my heart."

Danny turned around and walked over to his bike. No one at the lab knew that he was leaving the city. He mounted his bike, started it, and with a last look at his brother's grave, he drove off.. leaving his life behind.

~.~

Danny pointed his bike South and drove for two days, planning to ride until he ran out of road. Between the bathroom breaks and the few hours of shut eye he'd gotten at some cheap motels, he was surprised when he found himself entering Miami city limits.

Shaking his head to clear it up, he muttered. "What the fuck am I doing here?"

Looking around at the bustling highway rest stop, he shrugged. "Well, any place is better then New York." As he parked his bike, his phone rang, making him jump a little. Looking at the caller ID, he growled when he realized it was Mac calling - again. Still not in the mood to talk with his boss, Danny clicked his phone shut.

Entering the diner, he looked around and saw several cops sitting at a table. He looked at the waitress when she walked over to him. "Let me show you to a table."

"Thank you," Danny said as he sat down.

"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, smiling at him.

Danny could tell that she was trying to flirt with him. "A coffee please," he said, before he picked up the menu and hid behind it.

Again his cell rang, only this time, it was Flack. A sigh escaped his lips. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone?

~.~

Don banged on Danny's door. "Messer, are you in there?"

Mac looked at him, concern shining in his eyes. He turned towards the landlord. "Open it."

"I can't…" he started but stopped when he saw Mac's badge. Pulling out a key, he opened the door.

Mac and Flack drew their guns and walked inside carefully. "Danny," Don walked further into the apartment as he called out his friend's name.

"His bike is gone," Mac said, looking out the rear window and into the parking lot where Danny kept his baby.

Don walked into the bedroom. "His clothes are gone, Mac," he said as he came back into the living room.

"Damn, do you have any idea where he could have gone?" Mac asked Don.

Closing his eyes, Don shook his head. "I just hope he hasn't done anything stupid."

"You think he would… hurt himself?" Mac asked concerned.

"You saw him at the funeral, and what happened between him and his old man. Old Messer practically blamed him for Louie's death," Don growled.

Mac sighed. "Damn."

"What do we do, Mac?" Don asked him softly, hoping the other man had a plan.

"Let's check his cell's GPS, his credit cards, anything that can tell us where he is." Taking out his cell phone, Mac called Hawkes.

By the time that Mac and Don had arrived at the lab, Adam was waiting impatiently for them. "We're checking his cell GPS, and he's on I-95 heading south," the young man explained.

"Where do you think he's headed?" Don looked at Mac.

"Stella is checking his credit cards," Adam replied as he walked back to the communication control room. Mac and Don followed.

"Sheldon," Mac greeted him. "Have you found anything?"

"He's still on the road, and it looks like he's heading for Miami or the Keys."

"He's near Miami, Mac," Stella walked in. "He just used his card at a diner fifty miles outside of the city."

Without even hesitating, Mac took his cell and hit speed dial.

"Horatio," he said as soon as the Lieutenant answered his phone.

'Mac?' Horatio had heard the worried tone in his voice. 'What's wrong?'

"I need you to do me a huge favour?" Mac said.

'Is everything okay?' Horatio asked concerned.

"No, Danny is gone and it looks like he's heading your way. Can you find him for me?" Mac hated to ask for favors, but this was just too important.

'How badly and how quickly do you want me to find him?'

"Louie died a week ago, and we're afraid Danny will do something stupid." Mac still couldn't believe his CSI would do such a thing, but then again, Danny had not been acting like himself since his brother's death.

Horatio sighed, 'You think he might try to kill himself?'

"Right now, I don't know," Mac sounded very tired all of the sudden, "but I'm still very worried about him."

'Okay, Mac. I'll send out a BOLO and make sure they turn him over to me when they find him,' Horatio promised.

"Thank you, Horatio, I owe you one." Mac gave Horatio all of the information they had on Danny, including the bike's tag number. "Please.. call me as soon as you hear something."

'I will. Don't worry, Mac, we'll find him.'

Mac shut his phone, and stared at it. "Horatio will find him," he explained to his team.

~*~

Immediately, Horatio hit speed dial and called Central Dispatch. "This is Lieutenant Caine. I need a BOLO sent out for one Detective Danny Messer out of New York City. He's been spotted on I-95 riding a Harley-Davidson, licence plate is P535M. Have the BOLO read, 'Detective Messer should be detained but not transported. Call Lieutenant Caine for transfer of custody'. Once the operator had repeated the information back to him, he thanked her and hung up.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Mac."

~.~

Danny pulled over when he saw the police car behind him with its lights and sirens on. "Now what.."

One of the uniformed officers stepped out of the car and approached Danny. "Detective Messer?"

"Yeah, that's me, what's going on." Danny snarled.

The officer signalled to his partner, still in the car. "Someone is looking for you, sir," the officer explained. "Lieutenant Caine asked us to detain you until he gets here."

"What the fuck? Lieutenant Caine?" Danny remembered the imposing red-headed lieutenant that had come to New York City some time ago. "On what grounds is he having me detained?"

"It doesn't say. We just to hold you until he gets here and you are transferred into his custody," the officer stated.

Danny knew exactly what was going on. His only connection with Caine was through Mac, who incidentally, was very good friends with the Miami cop. Banging his hand on the handlebars, he muttered. "Why can't they just leave me alone."

In minutes, Danny saw a Hummer pull up along side the police car, and Caine exited the car. "Danny Messer, it's good to see you again."

"What the fuck is going on, Caine?" Danny said belligerently. "Did Mac call you?" He walked over to Caine, anger radiating off him.

"He was worried about you, Danny," Horatio explained.

Danny growled. "I just want to be left alone. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Mac asked me to call him as soon as I found you," Horatio told him.

"Don't," Danny said harshly. "I left New York to forget. I just want to disappear." Looking away in the distance, he sighed tiredly. "I'm not going back there."

Seeing that the young blond was tired and lost, Horatio nodded his head. "Fine. I will respect your wishes, but only if you come with me."

"No," Danny shouted, exasperated with everyone and everything, "just leave me alone. I'm not going to do anything stupid like killing myself. I just want to be alone. Do you hear me?! Alone."

When Horatio moved closer, he saw the hurt and betrayal in Danny's eyes. Something about the young man made him want to wrap his arms around him and never let him go. Horatio didn't think Danny was going to come home willingly, but the young blond definitely need a safe place to stay. Holding up his handcuffs, Horatio raised an eyebrow. "I can always have you arrested."

"You think I'm gonna let you put those on me?" Danny looked at the redhead in disbelief.

"And you're resisting arrest." Horatio asked. "Should I have one of the officers hold you down and cuff you?" Horatio asked with a wicked grin, part of him enjoying Danny's outrage. This was a feisty one.

Sighing, Danny turned around, and that was all the opportunity Horatio needed to snap the cuffs on the blond before Danny even realized how dangerously close the lieutenant had gotten.

Walking the struggling, cuffed detective to the Hummer's passenger side, opened the door and moved aside to let Danny into the car. Again, the young man started to struggle against him. "I'm not getting in there! You can't control my life, I won't fuckin' let you!" he shouted.

Horatio smiled and pushed him hard enough that Danny was bent over him the seat, hands trapped behind him. "You don't want to test me," Horatio hissed warningly.

Danny gasped when Horatio snaked an arm to the front of his pants and rubbed his cock. "What the fuck are you doing, Caine?" Danny spit out.

"You like that?" Horatio asked him, fingers closing over the zipper tab.

"Get off of me," Danny panted, still struggling.

Grinning, Horatio stopped suddenly. Moving his tongue over the young blond's cheek, he whispered wickedly in Danny's ear. "Let's continue this somewhere else, shall we?"

TBC.