This is the last chapter, I didn't plan a very long story, just one like 'Prodigal Son' or other oneshots with H and his son earlier written.

In no time he made it to the hospital. With much worry he approached the receptionist's desk.

"Um, excuse me, excuse me," he said, "are you a doctor?"

"Yes I am," she turned around and smiled, "how may I help you..."

"Lieutenant Caine. I'm looking for Kyle Harmon, he was transported here last night."

"Oh, the prisoner...?" she paused when Horatio hung his head (Kyle wasn't really a prisoner), "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, are you related?" Suddenly it hit him and he froze. He couldn't reveal his relationship with him, well he didn't want to, but how would he be able to see him... he thought. "Sir?" she waited.

"Oh, no. I'm just here to see if he's okay, what happened to him?"

"Come along," She started to walk down the hallway and he followed. Nice save H. "I'm not quite sure of what occurred in the prison, but the night guard heard a prisoner calling for help then found him unconscious in the cell. Kyle showed signs of starvation."

"Is it bad?"

"It's not as bad, the paramedics got him here just in time," she stopped at the room.

"Thank you," he turned towards it.

As he expected, an officer was guarding the door of the room he was about to enter. When he stepped through the door it surprised him even more than when he found out he had a son. He froze on the spot in a complete and worried gaze: Kyle was unconscious in bed with an oxygen mask over his mouth. This was bad. Slowly Horatio drew a seat up to the bed and sat beside him. Again his eyes stared at him; his skin was pale and his body looked a bit thin and anemic. The blonde hair grew back as long as it was before when he had taken him to the barber to cut it. Horatio pondered on the past, memories with Julia, the military nurse, why had she left him? Why didn't she tell him about his child? Then he was interrupted by a moan. He looked up into handsome blue eyes, very much like his own.

"Hey," a bright smile formed suddenly, "how are you doing?" Kyle just returned a gloomy look, and said nothing.

"I know, I know you're hurt...you haven't been eating have you." He slowly shook his head. "Why? Is someone bulling you?" He responded by shaking his head again then pulled the mask off his face.

"Oscar wouldn't let that happen," he spoke lowly in a whisper. Horatio just gave him questioning face. "The food there (cough) is disgusting...after a few days, I stopped eating it...I'm hungry."

"It's gonna be okay..."

"Really? Are you gonna get me outta there?" Kyle asked with desperation.

"I'd love to, son, but I can't right now." Kyle's face gloomed again and eyes flooded with water. They were silent as the tears rolled down the side of his face until he spoke:

"Is it true," he paused sniffling.

"True about what...?"

"That, that you're really my father?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"It doesn't make sense, I, um, I'm confused..." he stuttered.

"Me too." The sixteen-year old was shocked at his words then continued.

"...why? You weren't the one abandoned at five years old, left to be tossed around in different foster homes, all I could do was drink - no one wanted me!" He cried so hard that he winced in pain and moaned.

"Sh, sh, that's not true..." his father calmed, taking his hand in his, "...it's not true. Your mother left me, I haven't seen her in sixteen years. I didn't know she was pregnant with you, so I was worried. Just weeks ago I found out about you, I was really shocked at the DNA results... And it's not true - I want you. If it's what I think, she wanted you too, she was a military nurse and she didn't have a choice to keep you." Horatio had practically spilled out all his feelings to him and this left Kyle speechless. A long while passed of silence.

"I'm sorry...it's been hard. I can barely remember her face, or her smile." He stared at Horatio as he began to think.

"Nice, silky skin, long blonde hair, beautiful light green eyes with this amazing wide smile," he was almost day-dreaming when he saw Kyle peering at him and smirked looking down. (It was the reason he was so fond of Calleigh, don't you think?)

"Yeah, I miss her."

"We both do, son, we both do..." The perfect moment was spoiled by the disturbing beep from his cell phone. It was urgent: the lab needed him.

"You're leaving?"

"I have to, sorry," Horatio stood from the seat, "I tell you what, I'll catch up with you later, okay?" He nodded in response.

"You promise, you'll come back?"

"Promise." They both stared at one another for a second then Horatio headed for the door.

"Bye, dad."