Title: Busted
Author: Aeon Cole
Rating: FRT
Fandom: CSI Miami
Genre: Humor
Warning: Slash
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Table: #3 Comedy/Humor
Prompt: #6 Caught in the act.
Summary: Cloe gets caught.
Author's Note: I had my cat for five years before I noticed her doing this…
Tim stood in the kitchen preparing lunch for himself and Horatio. Cloe wandered in and rubbed up against his leg, meowing. He looked down at her with a smile and said, "This is my lunch you little moocher." He glanced over to her food bowl just to make sure that it had food in it. Horatio had gotten into the habit of sneaking her food when he made his own lunch and she was beginning to expect it.
He rolled his eyes and ignored her begging. He turned to the refrigerator and almost tripped over the little cat as she walked across his foot. "Cloe! Shoo!" he said as he bumped her gently. She moved a short distance away but kept her eyes fixed on what he was doing.
She watched him carefully as he took the milk out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass. Tim didn't notice her lick her lips. He took a quick drink then placed the glass on the table and left the kitchen for a moment to tell Horatio that lunch was ready.
He headed up the stairs and found Horatio in the study working on the computer. Tim came up behind him and kissed his neck causing Horatio to sigh. He spun his chair around and caught Tim's mouth with his own. After a moment they pulled apart and Tim said, "Lunch is ready."
Horatio smirked and replied, "I thought I just had lunch."
Tim snickered and blushed slightly. "You've been up here all morning working on this case. You need some actual lunch," he said as he tugged Horatio up out of the chair. "Come on," he continued. "I don't think I trust Cloe down there with the food."
"She's too small to get up onto the counters. Don't worry," Horatio replied.
"I don't know," Tim said. "If she's determined enough, I think she could figure a way up. Besides," he said as they headed out of the room, "someone has been slipping her people food and now she begs when I'm in the kitchen."
Horatio looked down and smiled. "It's the eyes. She gives me the same look you do when you want something. I just can't say no."
"She knows a sucker when she sees one," Tim said. He smirked at Horatio's glare.
888
Cloe circled the table, staring up and assessing the different angles. After a few moments, she hopped up onto a chair then from the chair she hopped up onto the table. She sauntered casually across the table to Tim's glass and sniffed it. Satisfied with the scent of the glass's contents, she put her head in and started drinking.
Horatio reached the kitchen door first and stopped dead when he noticed Cloe on the table. Tim, who was just a step or two behind and not paying attention, walked into him.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked. Horatio stepped aside so that he could see into the room. "What the…" Horatio started laughing as Cloe's head popped out of the glass, milk dripping from her chin and whiskers. "You little moocher," Tim said as approached the table.
Cloe just stared at him with an innocent look on her face. Tim shook his head as lifted her off the table. He held her up to his face. "That was my milk, cat," he said. He pointed her toward the table and said, "No table," and put her down on the floor. She ran to the corner of the kitchen and started cleaning her face.
Horatio walked into the room still chuckling, "You don't think that's the first time she's done that, do you?" he asked.
Tim gave him a wide eyed look and cringed. "Eew, gross," he said. "Do you think…"
Horatio shrugged and walked over to him. "Well it hasn't killed you yet," he said as he kissed Tim's temple.
"Funny," Tim shot back. "Very funny."
Fin (visit my LiveJournal for Cloe's Diary)
