A/N: Again, I'm warning you guys for bad spelling and confusion of British and American English. Dedicated to my best friend Danique for her great advice.

Summary: Horatio is telling Sammie about how his mother had died. This is actually a flash back. I'll be changing between the first person and third person perspective. If you haven't read 'It Runs In The Blood' some things may seem unclear. Part 2 of a Trilogy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI:Miami characters. I do, however, own Amylia Samantha Green and Amylia Caine.

Part Two of the 'Family History' Trilogy:

Mother's Love.

Chapter 1: Her name was like yours

"It's been countless seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years. Too much. Thirty-two years and a few months ago. I can even remember the date. October 28. The hurricane season was just over. The day started as any other day. Only it ended - wrong."

"How wrong?"

"Let's just say you made the right decision. My alarm clock went at seven. School would start at eight-thirty, so I had little time to eat a decent breakfast. I just grabbed a quick toast and made a sandwich for lunch. My mother was just sitting there, drinking a cup of tea, watching me and my brother getting ready for school. Ray -"

"Your brother?"

"Yes. Ray was a couple of years younger than I was. She always told me to take care of him. I haven't stopped doing that, until - until it was no longer necessary. This morning, she also did.

'Horatio? Raymond? Take care.' she'd always say that. But this morning she said something different. 'Horatio? Promise you'll take care of him.'

'I promise' I answered. I suspect she saw her end coming, subconsciously."

"Did you keep your promise?"

"I did. Sam, he's dead."

"Who?"

"Ray"

"Your brother?"

"Yes. It's my fault. I should have looked out for him. But he always sought adventure."

"Like you."

"Yes, but Ray sought it at the wrong side of the law."

"I thought you told me once he worked narco."

"He did. But that's not the point here. It was hard for my mother to raise two boys in the Miami of the late sixties."

"Where was your father then?"

"He and my mother had divorced a few years before. He stayed in New York, my mother and Ray and I moved to Miami. She was always afraid he would find out where we lived. The divorce had been horrifying. My father used to abuse my mother, that's why she left him."

"What was her name?"

"Amylia. Like yours."