DISCALIMER: I don't own CSI Miami and i don't make any money from it
Chapter 1.
She woke up around one the next day, looking around, not recognizing where she was. As she slowly sat up the room was spinning. Her hand slowly went to her head as it was hurting like hell. The same was the rest of her body.
The somewhat older woman looked at her surroundings and quickly found that she was in a hotel room. She got out of the bed and walked over to the window to open it so she could get some fresh air in.
It was then her eyes caught a glance of the bed and saw the blood, the blonde looked down at herself and quickly concluded it must have come from herself.
A shiver ran through her body as she slowly sank to the ground, trying to remember the night before. The only trouble was that she couldn't. It was like it was wiped from her memory.
Julia suddenly felt sick, and before she could stop herself she threw up on the floor in front of her. When she was done, she curled up in a ball, shivering and crying.
The only thought that ran through her mind was, "Why can I not remember."
About twenty minutes later her sad sobs got interrupted by her phone ringing. She got up and on unsteady legs started to search for it. Julia sighed as she looked at the display, "Little prince."
"Take it or not take it," she thought as she really was in no shape to talk to anyone. On the other hand it might be important, so she tried to gather herself as much as it would let itself do before saying, "Hallo."
"Hey mom," he said in his usual cheerful tone.
"Kyle, is everything alright?" she asked a little bit concerned.
"Yeah, I'm good, I was just wondering how you were as I haven't talked to you in a while," he said.
"I'm OK, just woke up," she answered thinking, "Horrible."
"You got the day off?" he asked surprised.
"I'm taking the day off yes," she answered with a sigh, thinking that she had a late viewing, but she wasn't up for it.
"Wanna meet me for a coffee later and talk?" he asked.
"I'm not sure as I made some plans," she said.
"Are you sure you are OK, mom?" he asked.
"I'm fine, I promise, maybe you could come over this weekend?" she suggested.
"Well, I'm going out with some friends Friday, but how about I come over from Saturday and stay to Sunday?" he asked.
"Out with who?" she asked.
"Mooom," he complained.
"OK, OK, just be careful, I don't want anything to happen to you," she said, wishing she had followed that herself the night before.
"I promise, so see you Saturday at five then and don't tell day, I love you," he said before he hung up, before she could say anything against it.
Even spite the situation Julia couldn't help but smile as she loved when Kyle told her that and right now she really needed to hear it. And spite the situation she was looking forward to having him over that weekend.
"At least there were some good men out there," she thought with a heavy sigh. As she knew her son wouldn't do what had been done to her the night before or at least she hoped he never would.
And she also knew for a fact his father never would. His father. Julia knew at that very moment that even if she didn't want Horatio to see her in her current state, she knew she had to as she desperately needed his help.
As she again tried to calm herself she dialed his number and listened to the tone before she heard his velvet rumble say, "Horatio Caine."
"Horatio, it is Julia," she said, just the sound of his voice made her feel a little bit safer.
"Julia, are you OK?" he asked concerned as she usually never called him that time of day.
"No, I can't say that I am and I need your help," she said honestly.
"What is wrong?" he asked in a even more concerned tone.
"I uhm rather not talk about it over the phone, can you please get here?" she asked.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"Not exactly sure, a hotel, hang on," she said, looking around to see if she could find a brochure or something to tell her where she was before she said, "The Palms."
Horatio frowned thinking that couldn't be good and said, "Tell me the room and I will be there as soon as possible."
Julia walked over to look at the door before she said, "Seventeen."
Horatio sighed before he hung up and wondered how she had gotten there without knowing as he headed for the car when he heard Calleigh say, "Going out?"
"Yes, I have some personal business to take care off, so I will be back later," he said.
"Nothing serious I hope," she said a bit worried.
"No, it will be OK," he assured her, hoping it would be as he walked out the door.
Before Horatio had gotten to her, Julia had somehow managed to clean herself up just enough to look like her professional self, but not enough to hide the mess that had been going on the night before.
Horatio arrived about ten minutes after he had spoken to Julia and took the elevator up to her floor where he quickly found her room. He knocked gently on the door, but there was no answer.
"Julia, it is me," he said, listening for her on the other side.
Julia of course heard the knock, but she was afraid it was her attacker that had returned, so she curled up a little before she heard Horatio's soft voice. She sighed deeply before she opened the door as she didn't really want him to see her on the worst day of her life.
Horatio looked at Julia, she looked horrible. It was not the first time he had seen her upset, nor would it be the last, but this time it was different. Something was clearly wrong.
"Julia, what happened?" he asked worried, coming a little closer.
"I don't know," she answered, looking at him with eyes mixed with terror and sadness.
"What do you mean?" he asked, gesturing that they should sit down on the bed, but as that make her shake her head violently. So he gestured towards the floor instead.
Normally Julia would never sit down on a filthy floor like this, but this time she saw no other option as she answered, "Well I woke up here and I can not remember how I got here and who I was with, but I am pretty sure I was raped."
Horatio looked at her with shocked eyes before he asked, "What is the last thing you remember from yesterday?"
"I worked and I was having a good day making a huge sale so I decided to go out and celebrate," she answered.
Horatio nodded as he took one of her hands in his and said, "Go on."
"I went to the place I always got to, you know the Versailles and then to Nocturnal Eden, after that I'm not really sure," she said, looking down with sad eyes.
"I see, do you at all remember if you got a drink or something from someone?" he asked.
"No, I'm sorry," she said.
"It's OK, and you are sure that…?" he just couldn't say it.
"Yes, hurts and evidence on the bed," she said, looking away.
"Do you want to know what happened?" he asked.
"No, but I need to know, if you don't mind, I mean can solve it," she said, aware that it might be too personal for him.
"I can and will, I better get you to the hospital to have you checked out, then take you home," he said as he helped her up.
She nodded and as she walked towards the door she leaned on him as she was not strong enough to walk by herself. Horatio on the other hand supported her as well as he could, knowing that he would have to return to the room that would hide her fear or send someone other to do it as he may be too close to this investigation.
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