Thank you everyone for reading Like Horatio, Like Madison. Now it's the sequel. I do not own CSI: Miami or its characters, only the situations I put them in.

It was Sunday afternoon when Madison, Jake, JJ, and Tiffany decided to head to the mall. The mall was where they usually hung out on Sundays just to get a little, last minute R&R before they started another week of school. However, since it was summer, they usually met on Sundays to plan what they were going to do that week. Now they used this time to look for eligible women for Horatio.

"I don't really see anybody," JJ announced after they had been watching people go by their table at the food court. "Most are married or with someone else."

"Yeah," Tiffany agreed, taking a sip of her Diet Coke.

"What do you say we call it a day, huh," Jake asked, looking directly at Madison who continued to stare at a group of middle aged women walking towards them, laden down with shopping bags. They all looked hopeful until Madison heard one woman say, "I just remembered…I have to call my husband." Then all the women took out their phones and called their spouses.

Madison sighed; disappointed that today like the many days before, rendered no hopefuls that Madison would even consider matching Horatio up with. She stood up and said to the group, "Yeah, let's go home. If you want, you all can come over and play our Wii. Eric and Ryan were playing it a couple of weeks ago, and Eric accidentally left it behind. He's got some really good games on there."

They decided that that was what they were going to do since they had done everything else the previous weeks. One by one, the rest got up and followed Madison, weaving in and out of the various tables and chairs, to the trash cans on the edge of the court to throw away their trash. As they were getting ready to turn the other way to go out the exit in which they had come in, Madison spotted her. Immediately Madison just stopped and stared, apparently not remembering the fact that it was rude to stare, she simply could not help it.

This was the woman that Madison had been dreaming about to fix Horatio up with. She was about 5" 6' with medium length brown hair, medium skin tone, dazzling green eyes, she was slender and muscular, and she had a certain look going like Horatio did with his suits. She seemed confident when she walked, her head was held high, her body language suggested someone who was kind and gentle, yet she was able to handle herself. Madison became even more impressed with this woman when she turned into the Walden's bookstore, which said to Madison that she was academic, liked to read, and was curious to know about different subjects.

She was slightly shaking as she looked up to the ceiling and whispered, "Oh…thank you, God!"

Not paying attention to any of her friend's weird looks, Madison high-tailed it to Walden's where the woman had entered. When she practically jogged into the store, she found the woman looking at psychology books. Madison thought over her strategy for a minute. How was she going to be able to get this woman to open up to her? She was looking at psychology books which meant one of three scenarios: one, she was curious, two, she was a psychologist and was looking at new material, or three, someone she knew was psychotic, and she was trying to find out what was wrong with them. Finally, Madison decided to wing it and moved in.

"Hi," Madison whispered to the woman, pretending to be interested in a book called "The Freudian Approach to Your Everyday Life". Startled, the woman looked at Madison, smiled, and whispered "Hi" back. To Madison this was good because this meant she was not shy. Madison decided to probe a little further so she added, "I'm looking for a book for my Psychology class at school….What are you looking for?"

The woman looked at her a bit odd but replied, "I'm a psychologist, so I'm always looking for new research to read up on."

"That's cool," Madison answered, acting as if she was really interested, "so what kind of psychologist are you?"

"Children's and teens," she answered simply, smiling at the fact that Madison was so intrigued. "I have been now for sixteen years."

"Well, that's good that you like to help kids and teens," Madison said smiling. She took the opportunity to look for a ring on the woman's left ring finger and surprisingly found none. When she looked up, the woman was smiling at her as she asked, "Are you thinking about a career in psychology?"

"Oh, no," Madison replied, "I'm going to be a CSI like my uncle, Horatio Caine."

Madison threw his name in there, hoping the woman would recognize it and she was not disappointed, "Your uncle is the Lieutenant Horatio Caine of the Miami Dade Crime Lab? I've heard his name many times on the news, and read it a lot in the paper. He seems like a good, honest, caring man doing everything he does. I bet you and his wife are proud of him."

"I am proud," Madison agreed, nodding her head, "but Uncle Horatio isn't married. He's still searching for that one special someone, but I think he's about given up. He thinks all the good women are taken."

Madison stared at the woman for a moment; sure that she had seen a glint of understanding flash in her eyes. Maybe she had hit a nerve, good or bad. Then surprisingly, the woman reached into her purse, grabbed a notepad and a pen, and said, "Give this to your uncle, and tell him he isn't alone."

After she got done writing, the woman ripped off the paper and handed it to Madison which said on it, Dr. Angela Foster, 331 Waterbrook Dr. Miami, FL. 555-0934.

"What is this," Madison asked, not sure whether she had given her name and information or another psychologist's name and information, thinking Horatio needed therapy for his loneliness.

"That's my name, office address and number. If he wants to talk, he can give me a call."

"Alright, I'll let him know," Madison grinned, trying so desperately not to clap, shout, and do cartwheels.

"What's your name," Angela asked.

"I'm Madison Caine, and it was a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Madison," Angela said, shaking Madison's hand, then turning away and disappearing down another adjacent aisle.

Madison left the bookstore happier than she had felt in weeks. She did not see any of her friends outside the store anywhere, so she text them and they were out in their cars. When Madison got out there, they all immediately swamped her with questions about where she had gone and why it had taken so long, to who was the woman and did you get anything on her, and then to are you going to give Horatio the number and do you think this will work.

"Guys," Madison shouted to hush the group, "everything is going to be fine. Just leave it to me and let me do my magic with Uncle Horatio, okay?"

They all nodded, but made Madison promise that she would let them know what happened, and if Horatio would ever call or see Angela.