A/N: Wow, how great it feels to finally have got some inspiration back! So, this story was written after several H/Y fanvids on youtube which simply made me miss the HY a lot... Well, this is a two-shot and it's HY all the way! I must say that when I first watched Resurrection, I was very disappointed of how little HY there was, and how very unemotional Horatio was when he talked to Yelina. I definitely wanted more emotion, less case-related talk and more feelings-related talk. What can i say? I'm a Horatio/Yelina shipper =P

I don't own CSI: Miami or any of its characters. (As you know...)

Part I: Never again

The small road leading to the place where he had asked her to meet him was bumpy and very small, surrounded by high bushes and small trees. She had to drive slowly, yet every part of her yearned to just step on the accelerator and speed towards the lake and… and him. She felt her heart beat hard in her chest and she took a deep, shivering breath.

He is alive, she thought, hardly able to believe it.

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Frank Tripp had not sounded sad or devastated on the phone when he had called her. He had just expressed pure shock and confusion. Horatio… gone… The thought might've been difficult for Frank to accept and must have come as a shock, but to Yelina… Her brain shut off.

She couldn't say a word to Frank, couldn't take in what she had just been told. She just stood there; her cell phone pressed to her ear and not saying anything. What could she say? Then, it was as if her brain started working again, and she found herself giving Frank a short reply, and heard him telling her what had happened. Horatio… shot. She talked mechanically, barely aware of what she was saying while her thoughts seemed to have completely stopped. There was nothing. She hung up and looked around, it was like waking from a dream: She was standing in the middle of her living room, it was afternoon, and the sun shone brightly through the open window. Slowly, she sat down on the sofa.

It all hit her at once. Her brain started processing what she just had been told, and as she sank down into the sofa there was an almost inaudible gasp.

Horatio was gone. Dead. Never again would she hear his voice, see his face, touch his hand, watch him smile… Never again.

She pressed her hand to her mouth hard, her moist eyes staring at nothing. She bent forwards, trying to reduce the horrible pain inside of her. Her brain shut out all the sights, smells and sounds, shut out everything except herself. The only sound was the loudness of her heartbeat. She saw nothing. She smelled nothing. It felt like she was suffocating… slowly. She couldn't breathe, she kept on gasping for air, but although air kept filling her lungs, it didn't seem to help. She was suffocating, slowly drowning.

Horatio Caine was gone. First Raymond… Now Horatio. It couldn't be true… It couldn't be… couldn't…

No.

The earlier blurred visions started to clear up and Yelina started to make out the contours of the living room. All of it slowly started to come back, she saw the light from the window, felt the cool wind blowing through the window. The sound of the loud beating heart was still filling her ears and another gasp left her lips. She wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so desperately, wanted to yell out her sorrow, wanted to fall apart. But no tears came. There was no cry of sorrow. There was just… nothing.

Horatio was gone.

She lay down on the sofa, her eyes staring at the high, white ceiling. Time passed by quickly, slowly, she didn't know. Time was not a part of her anymore. There was a bird chirping somewhere outside the window. It was a happy melody. Yelina closed her eyes, didn't want to hear, didn't want to feel. There was nothing, she was so empty. It was the same feeling like when you feel so sick that you want to throw up so badly, but just can't. She wanted to cry so badly, wanted to do anything to just get rid of the pain. But there were no tears. There was no voice to scream with. The venom of sorrow was spreading through her veins fast, slowly breaking all of her defences and breaking her down fully. And she could not get rid of the endless pain.

Suddenly there came a ringing sound from the cell phone on the floor. She had no memory whatsoever of how it had ended up there, but the sound reminded her of the rest of the world. Slowly, as if she was dying herself, she sat up and stared at the phone by her feet.

She gave out a loud cry and all of the sudden there were tears. She couldn't control herself, suddenly there were more tears than ever before, and she gasped for air as she slowly bent down and grabbed the cell phone. With tears running down her cheeks, she stared at the name upon the screen.

Horatio.

She was lost, it was too much. She just kept crying, hearing her phone ring and staring at it as she tried to understand.

When she finally answered the phone, she feared what she would hear at the other end. "Yelina Salas," she said, her voice surprisingly strong despite the tears that still were running down her cheeks.

"Yelina."

She stopped breathing. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be… There was no way… It couldn't be true. Yet it was his voice on the phone, his voice sounding so desperate, his voice saying her name. She gasped and tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. The tears kept running down her cheeks silently as she spoke fast, "Horatio, you're-"

"Yelina, there's little time," the voice of Horatio Caine interrupted. Could it be him? "I need to talk to you, I need your help."

Her voice was strong now, serious; there was no trace of weakness or shock anymore. "Where?"

"You remember the small lake where-"

"I know," Yelina interrupted. The tears wouldn't stop, she didn't understand. There was so much that she didn't understand… But Horatio said there was little time, and she had to help him. "When?"

"I'm there now. Call Ryan Wolfe, he'll explain, I can't tell you more now."

"I'm coming," she replied and hung up.

She didn't understand how any of this was possible, how Horatio could possibly be alive, when Frank said that Ryan himself had seen the body that… Ryan. She had to call Ryan. She hurried from the sofa, and searched through her contacts until she found the co-worker from so long ago. She had no idea of why she still had his number, but didn't give this much thought. She had to call Ryan. Had to get an explanation. Had to help Horatio.

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When the small lake slowly started to appear behind the bushes, she couldn't help but smile. He was here somewhere. She parked the car; the road ended there and she couldn't get any closer by car. She didn't think of what she was doing as she automatically got out of the car and locked it and started to walk towards the lake. The thickness of the vegetation started to reduce and she saw more and more of the lake.

And then, all of a sudden, there he was. 50 yards from her stood the Lieutenant next to his Hummer. Her brother-in-law. He wasn't looking at her, didn't seem to have noticed her yet, his gaze lost over the water. She smiled a big, honest smile, feeling more relief than she ever had in her life. Never before had she been so happy to see her brother-in-law, even if she was so mad at him after what Ryan Wolfe had told her. Even if she absolutely hated him right now, she couldn't help but feel nothing but happiness after seeing Horatio over there. He was alive, and that was all that mattered right now. Everything else would have to wait.

She was close to him now, could even read the expression upon his face. The expression was relaxed, peaceful, but she knew him better than that. His body was tense, she could see it. His hands were upon his hips in his usual pose, his sunglasses on as always. When she was less than ten yards from him, he finally noticed her. He tilted his head slightly and looked sideways at her, as she walked the last few yards until she was next to him.

Despite everything that had happened, the Lieutenant smiled a little when Yelina stopped next to him and spoke calmly. "Horatio."

"Back from the dead," he replied, without meeting her eyes. Slowly he took off his sunglasses.

The amount happiness she felt diminished slightly, and a mixture of anger and happiness filled her mind. Happiness took over for the moment. He was alive after all. "Frank Tripp called," she said seriously. "Said you were gone… I didn't wanna believe him." It had been close her voice had broken. But it hadn't. To her irritation, she felt tears threatening to leak from her eyes. No.

"Yelina, the only thing that matters right now is that Ron Saris believes it."

She froze. She couldn't believe it. After what she had just gone through. She looked down at the ground for a second, hesitating. "Right…"

No, she decided. I'll have to wait till later. He said there was little time. We'll have time for that later.

"With you gone, he drops his guard and…" She took a deep breath. No tears. "walks into your trap," she finished.

"That's my plan," he confirmed in a deep voice.

She looked down at the suitcase on the ground to hide the sadness on her face. "Is that the cash for Saris?"

"It's the money."

"What if he asks where it comes from?"

"You'll convince him you're a foreign entity looking to buy."

"Military perhaps?"

"Perhaps… but with the ten million as incentive you won't have a problem."

Yelina looked blankly at him, trying to hide her disappointment and sadness. She couldn't believe she had expected anything but mere facts about the case. He would have no time to talk about anything but the case until all of this was over. She'd just have to accept that. "When I meet with him," she said slowly and took a step forwards, "where will you be?"

"I'll be close by…" for a swift second, she was sure he was about to say something more, but then it seemed like he changed his mind. "Yelina, be careful." He ended the conversation with that and walked back to his Hummer. After closing the door he looked back at her through the window. The sunglasses were on again, and she couldn't interpret the expression upon his face from the distance.

Not much later, he was gone.

Yelina felt sick, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was going to meet a murderer all alone sometime soon. Apparently Horatio's 'death' hadn't changed a thing. The same detached distance was still there.

Yelina felt no happiness anymore as she turned around and started to walk back to her car. She felt no relief anymore. It was only disappointment and sorrow filling her mind and soul now.

A/N 2: Hmm, so, this was basically what happened in Resurrection... Part Two will be the conversation I would've wanted to see somewhere in the end of the episode. A conversation in which Horatio and Yelina speak openly. I hope you enjoyed the first part! Feel free to leave me a review.

~Carro