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Just before 10am there was a knock at the door, Calleigh dropped the dishcloth back in the sink and went to answer it. Jeff raised an eyebrow as he took a look at her, "Rough night, was it?" he smiled at her as she moved aside to let him into her home.

"Something like that" she replied as she led him to the kitchen, "Can I get you a coffee?"

"A coffee would be great, thanks" he replied as he put his leather satchel on the dining table, "Where's Horatio?" he asked pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"He's…..uh…..he's upstairs in the bedroom" she stuttered as she made a fresh pot of coffee.

"And how was he last night?" Jeff asked, giving Calleigh a small nod as she handed him a mug. "We raked up quite a few old memories yesterday; it wouldn't surprise me if he had a bit of a restless night"

"You don't know the half of it" she muttered as she fiddled with the handle on her own mug as she sat down at the table.

"What happened, Calleigh?" Jeff prodded gently, leaning forward slightly.

She closed her eyes and sighed, "Like you said, he had a restless night" she replied vaguely, making a point of not looking at him, "Just a few nightmares" she added, feeling compelled to fill the silence in the room.

"What happened, Calleigh? Did he do something to you?" He asked her again.

"He was having a nightmare, he didn't mean it" she said softly, still looking at anything except Jeff.

"Did he hurt you?" Jeff asked, placing a hand on her arm. "Show me what he did"

Feeling as if she had betrayed Horatio she slowly raised her sleeve to reveal the purpling bruise on her wrist, using her other hand to wipe the tears from her face.

"Did he tell you what he was dreaming about after he did it?" he asked as he gently pulled her sleeve back down. She shook her head but said nothing. "Did he mention any names when he was in his nightmare?" Again she shook her head. "Ok, not to worry. Is it alright if I go up and see him?" This time she nodded, she rose from her chair and walked back over to the sink as Jeff left the room and made his way upstairs.

He knocked on the door and waited for a reply, when one didn't come he tried again. Sensing that the other man was ignoring him he opened the door and entered the room. Horatio was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Jeff slowly walked over to him and sat down next to him on the bed, "How are you feeling today?" he asked as he smoothed the creases out of his pants.

Horatio sighed, "What does it matter?" he asked bitterly.

"It matters to me, Horatio. I need to know how you're feeling so I can help you through this"

He turned to look at Jeff now, his weary eyes conveying the hopelessness that was gripping him. "Why are you bothering, I'm sure you've got better things to do than sit here and analyse me"

"Actually, I haven't" the other man replied as he placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his hands, he leant forward, gazing out the window. "Looks like a lovely day out there, fancy going for a walk?"

"What happens if I say no?" Horatio asked warily.

"Then we'll sit here all day, but it is much nicer out there on the beach" Jeff said as he motioned with his head towards the window.

"Fine. Whatever" the redhead replied as he stood, "Then you'll leave me alone after we've had our chat?" he virtually spat the last word.

"If that's what you want, Horatio" Jeff stood up and followed Horatio out of the bedroom, he smiled as he walked past the kitchen and saw Calleigh, trying to convey with his eyes that things would be alright. "Just going out for a walk, we'll try not to be too long" he said as he followed Horatio out the front door.

Realising that he did not have his sunglasses with him Horatio shoved his hands in his pockets as he trudged down the beach, the two men walked for about half a mile saying nothing. Getting annoyed by the silence Horatio spoke, "Are you going to ask me something then?" he said petulantly, walking with his head down.

"You're angry this morning" Jeff observed, "Why is that?"

"It doesn't matter" Horatio mumbled.

"I think it does, Horatio. Tell me what happened after I left yesterday" Jeff stopped walking and turned to look at Horatio.

"Bad dreams, that's all. It's not like I haven't had them before" he snorted derisively as he stopped and turned back to Jeff.

"But something happened last night and it's made you angry, why is that?"

"I don't want to talk about it, ok?!" Horatio snapped, his hands balling into fists in his pockets.

"You need to let it out, talk to me Horatio"

"Back off" Horatio growled menacingly, staring out towards the ocean.

"You can hit me if you like, if it makes you feel better" Jeff replied, readying himself for the physical onslaught.

Horatio turned to look at him, his eyes widened and he recoiled from the other man is if he had been slapped. "What?!" he said incredulously, not quite believing what he had just heard.

"Violence seems to be the outlet for your emotions at the moment. If it's the only way you can express how you feel then by all means throw a punch at me"

"I…..I don't hit people" he stammered.

"But you have though, recently. They deserved it though, didn't they?" Jeff pushed, sensing an opening.

Horatio ran a shaky hand through his hair, "I…I…."

"Is that what your father told you? That you deserved it?"

Horatio swallowed deeply, knowing that Jeff was breaking down the emotional walls he had built so many years ago. How could this man read him so well? "I'm not my father" he said quietly.

"But you're afraid that you'll turn out to be just like him, aren't you?" Jeff picked up a stone and through it into the waves crashing up to the shore. "You need to come to terms with what has happened in your life Horatio. Otherwise, you will end up like him"

He stood there, hands in pockets. How had things fallen apart so badly? He couldn't even remember when his thirst for justice had turned into an all-consuming need for revenge against those he felt had wronged not only him but the innocent victims he dealt with every day. Somewhere along the way his passion had turned to white hot anger, he realised that what Jeff had said was true, if he didn't fix things now he would end up a bitter and violent man like his father. Horatio sighed defeated, "I don't want to end up like him"

"You won't. But only if you open up and talk about how you're feeling"

Horatio looked the other man in the eyes, "I don't know where to start" he said honestly.

"How about you tell me what happened last night?" Jeff replied, making his way down the beach once more.