My brain is running wild with creativity for this story! So expect many updates and many chapters :D Hope you enjoy this latest offering, two chapters in one day!
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Chapter 2.

Horatio Caine was tired. Sick and tired of all the murderers and stealers and cheats in Miami, of all the lowlife scum who thought they could do whatever they wanted to his precious city and get away with it. The gruesome crime scene that had met their eyes this morning had hit a little too close to home for his liking. A gay couple had been found murdered in their own home, simply because they were doing what a lot of ignorant, stupid assholes in society thought was wrong. Homophobic messages of hate were scrawled across the bedroom walls and the lovers were completely drenched in each others blood, deep stab wounds penetrating their chests, arms and legs. Horatio held a shudder back as he thought of what could happen if he and Rick were ever caught together, of what people could be capable of doing to his precious lover. H never wanted to see anything like this happen to Rick or anyone else who wanted to live their life freely, making an inward promise to catch the people who did this and make sure they were given hell.

Ryan was also feeling sick. The images of the crime scene were flashing through his head. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he ever came home to find Kyle like that, couldn't imagine living his life without the young blonde by his side. It was completely unthinkable. Ryan knew that Miami was a dangerous city, that any ordinary person could be seduced into crime at any moment. He knew life was far too short to be unhappy and he knew that Kyle felt very unhappy that Horatio didn't know what was going on between him and Ryan. Standing up and rubbing his eyes a little, Ryan decided to take a trip down to the morgue. It would do some good to talk his fears over, to make sure Kyle knew exactly how he felt right now.

Up in Internal Affairs, Rick was also having a bad morning. He had finished with the case from early and was growling to himself about how the stupid officer who came in with should have known it would be perfectly easy to handle and should never have disturbed Rick and his red-headed lover. He'd also heard about this morning's crime scene and was fearful of the growing hatred he knew many Miami citizens had towards the gay community. Rick sighed, leaning back in his chair. What he wouldn't give to take Horatio away from it all, to drag his older boyfriend off to somewhere where it wasn't considered wrong to love someone of the same sex. Somewhere open minded like Los Angeles (he knew all about Hollywood's openly gay scene, how many actors, celebrities and performers were made to feel secure and comfortable in their sexuality.) California was also very open minded these days, laws were passed there that made any hate crime, no matter how small, illegal. Even New York was moving towards catering for Homosexuals (he smiled inwardly as he though of Horatio's long time friend Mac Taylor and his new lover Donald Flack. Apparently after Don was nearly killed at a crime scene, Mac had decided to finally do something about his growing feelings for the younger officer, something H and Rick supported him through.) Rick sighed again. It seemed like only Miami and Texas were adamant about keeping up a wall of hatred against anybody who wanted to do something different. Standing up, Rick decided to head home for an hour. There was no point sitting around getting depressed in an office.

"Eric, how is everything going?" Horatio decided to check up on the status of this morning's crime. H had decided to pull Eric and Calleigh in on the scene as well. He needed this crime solving quickly and excluding his two top CSI's was out of the question on this one.
"Well, there were some prints on the bed frame, some match one of the victims, but there were two more sets that didn't match. I'm running them through the database now."
"Very good, Calleigh, any evidence that could help?"
"We found some fibres from a blue sweater in a cut on one of the victim's legs and some scrapings from underneath both victim's fingernails. Apparently the scrapings don't match anyone yet, but they could come up with a suspect soon."
"Alright, keep me posted." Horatio walked away from the lab. Letting the two work without interruptions or an audience was the best way H would get some good answers. Although there were no firearms involved, he knew Calleigh was just as good at identifying different knives and any trace left behind to make a valuable part of the team working on the case. Coming out into the main lab, Horatio ran into somebody he didn't really want to this morning. Frank Tripp. It wasn't like he and Frank didn't get along, but H knew that Frank was from Texas and unlike Calleigh he couldn't put his slightly homophobic attitude behind him. It made Horatio annoyed and afraid as well. He had come to regard Frank as a good friend but he could not see his friend sticking around for long if Horatio was true with everyone and came out with Rick.
"Morning Horatio. I heard about the case this morning."
"Yes, it was a particularly gruesome one Frank." H studied his friend's face carefully for his reaction.
"Yeah, it's wrong for people to think they can murder somebody just coz they don't agree with how they live their life. Course it's also a bit strange to wanna live like that in the first place." Ah, there was the slight change in attitude.
"Frank." Horatio out his warning tone into his voice. "It is not for us to judge people or say how they should have lived. It is however, very important that we catch whoever did this. You're right that nobody should be allowed to kill based on their own values." Frank nodded and watched as Horatio walked away. He knew no matter how much his friend tried to hide it, that Horatio identified with this case a lot more than he was letting on. Frank had always guessed that H didn't swing exactly straight and his determination to catch whoever had done this only confirmed to Frank that Horatio had a lover somewhere who could also be in danger from his kind of attack. Truthfully, Frank didn't mind. As long as Horatio was happy he had no right to butt in. The Texan man may have found it weird that two men wanted to live together and fall in love with each other, but he wasn't going to stop anybody from living how they wanted to. He just couldn't see himself doing that. Frank walked away towards the break room. He needed a strong coffee, so he could try and figure out how to tell his best friend that he didn't have to hide anymore.

"Hey Ryan what's u-!" Kyle was cut off as Ryan's strong arms pulled him into Ryan's chest and hugged him tight.
"Kyle, promise me if you're ever upset or mad you'll talk to me. That if you ever feel unsafe or scared that you'll come straight to me."
"O- of course Ryan! What's going on?" Ryan sank to the floor in relief, pulling the younger man with him. He breathed out in relief. He wouldn't need to worry about Kyle being too scared to tell him anything. He trusted Kyle with all his heart and life. The two leaned back against the wall of the morgue, Kyle sitting in Ryan's lap, resting against the CSI. "What brought all this on anyway?" The young man questioned.
"Rough case this morning." Kyle's eyes widened as he remembered Tara bringing the bodies in, explaining all about the crime. He huddled closer to Ryan. He'd had his own thoughts of death and despair while working on the bodies. One of the young men killed had looked a little too much like Ryan for his liking and it had made him really angry. So angry he had to ask Tara if he could leave for ten minutes. He had sworn to himself if he ever heard of anyone doing anything to Ryan, to anyone he knew, that was offensive or hurtful that person wouldn't live to see the next day. Kyle often got too angry about things that were unimportant but this wasn't one of them. This case felt very personal. It seemed to have affected everyone if Ryan's behaviour was anything to go by. Kyle shut his eyes and held onto Ryan even closer, the other man also tightening his grip.
'Please, if anybody's out there… please, don't take Ryan away from me. Don't hurt the people I love. Please.'

Horatio though that maybe talking to his son might help. Kyle knew his father was bisexual, after coming out as gay to his dad himself. The two had leant on each other for reassurance and had become closer after pouring out their secrets to each other, so Horatio knew it would probably be best to talk to his son know about this case and about who he loved. Rick and Kyle didn't know each other very well so Kyle wouldn't have the entire backlash ready against Rick that Horatio could expect from the other CSI's on his team. Horatio also wanted Kyle to know that it could be dangerous for him know and he wanted his son to be safe. Stepping into the morgue he had expected to see Kyle. He had not expected to see him pinned to the wall, kissing Ryan Wolfe very passionately. By the looks of it, Ryan was giving it back as good as he got. Horatio had only one though going through his head.
"Kyle? What is going on?"

To be continued.

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