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.

For Madison, and also secretly for Horatio, the week leading up to the date between Horatio and Angela seemed to crawl by like an old man with a walker. Part of Madison's punishment for setting Horatio up was to not mention a word to anybody, especially the team. He had said that they needed to focus on their jobs and the people they dealt with. Madison had seen right through this excuse and had rubbed it in his face that he was scared they would tease him. Madison knew she was right because every time she mentioned this suspicion he would blush and leave the room. Also part of her punishment was to not say a word about his date to any of her friends or boyfriend. To Madison this was almost as bad as getting her phone taken away, well maybe not that bad, but maybe like no internet or TV. Finally one night she was fit to burst with excitement, happiness, and nerves so she called Jake.

"Uncle Horatio has a date," Madison burst into the mouth piece of her cell before Jake could even say hello.

"He has a what," Jake asked, incredulity thick in his voice.

"He has a date with Angela this weekend," Madison explained more slowly.

"You mean the Walden's woman," Jake asked.

"Yes, the Walden's woman," she confirmed, rolling her eyes at the nickname that he and JJ and Tiffany had given Angela.

"Wow," Jake said sounding excited, "that's great! So do you know what he's going to do?"

"Jake, it's Uncle Horatio," Madison replied with a hint of a giggle, "you never know what he's going to do."

"That's true," he agreed. Then in a suspicious voice he asked, "Hey, just how did you get Horatio to even meet Angela?"

In small detail, she explained to Jake how she had set up the meeting the night before, how she had tricked Horatio into taking her to the mall, and how after she had left they had somehow struck up a conversation. Jake was a good audience. He was silent when he was supposed to be, he laughed on cue, and he showed amazement where it was needed.

"That's some story, Maddie," Jake chuckled after she had finished her tale.

"Why thank you!"

Jake laughed again and then said he had to get off. She bade him goodnight and hung up feeling as if she had released a huge pain off her chest.

MFUH

After what seemed like an eternity, the telephone rang at seven thirty that evening. Horatio and Madison had been sitting out on the lanai eating supper, and both knew who was calling. Horatio excused himself from the table, and practically jogged to answer the phone. Madison got up out of her chair too and listened in from the patio door.

"Hello," Horatio said automatically.

"Hi, Horatio, it's Angela."

"Hi, Angela," Horatio greeted sounding much more relaxed yet a little nervous. "How have you been?"

"Oh I've been good; how about you and Madison?"

"We're doing better than ever," Horatio replied, not daring to look at the patio door.

"That's good. Anyway, I'm calling to confirm our date. Can you still make it?"

"Of course," Horatio confirmed, and Madison could see him grinning. "Where is your beach house?"

She told him where, and Horatio reached for a piece of paper and a pen and jotted it down. Then Madison heard him say that he would see her tomorrow evening, that he would take her to Enamour, and goodnight, and then he hung up the phone, and turned with the biggest grin she had seen him wear in a long time.

She scrambled back to her place at the table before Horatio would really notice, but it was not often, if ever, that she fooled the Lieutenant of the Miami Crime Lab.

"I saw you," Horatio said as he resumed his place opposite her.

Completely ignoring him, she asked, "So are you nervous, excited, or what?"

"Shouldn't you already know that," Horatio counterattacked, raising his eyebrows to her.

"No," Madison retorted, rolling her eyes at the smile on his face meaning that he had successfully made her a little aggravated, "I know what happens to you, not what happens within you."

Horatio slowly nodded as he considered this response and answered, "Yes, I'm a little nervous, scared, excited, happy, and everything else. I honestly don't know if I can go through with this."

Madison looked at the man across from her, and could not help but feel sorry for him. It was hard to believe that this was the man who hunted down, caught, and imprisoned petty criminals, rapists, murderers, gangsters, drug dealers, and other felons, but yet he was unsure and anxious about a simple date with a woman.

Madison rose from her chair and circled around to his side of the table. Like he did with her sometimes, she knelt down beside him and placed her hand over his. He looked at her with pitiful eyes as she said, "Uncle Horatio, you are going to be fine. I know it's been a while since Marisol and other dates, but you owe this to yourself. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise. You are a good, strong, caring guy and a perfect gentleman. She would have to be crazy not to like you. Just be yourself, I mean not like scan her fingerprints, and when you roll the lint off her dress don't save the sticky paper for evidence, but just be like the fun Uncle Horatio I know, and if you are she will love to be around you as I do."

Horatio chuckled and smiled. He grasped her hand and squeezed it in thanks. Then without a word, he took his plate into the kitchen, rinsed it off, and placed it in the dishwasher, and Madison mimicked him. They then sat on the couch and turned on the TV where Horatio took his normal place on the right side of the couch resting against the arm rest, and Madison nestled into him and put her head on his chest. This was how they usually spent their Friday nights, snuggled up on the couch watching a rented movie which tonight was "King Kong". Within an hour both Madison and Horatio were in a deep peaceful sleep.

MFUH

Saturday evening around five thirty Horatio started getting ready for his big date with Angela. Of course, Madison was right in there with him, helping him with his attire (No, put on the blue shirt), the hairstyle he should wear (Don't slick it all the way down 'cause you look greasy), and the cologne he should sport (Wear this one because it's softer and the other gives me a headache).

"Anything else, Mother," Horatio asked, turning in a circle and holding his arms out to the side.

"No, Son, I think you're good," Madison smiled and nodded her approval.

Horatio smiled back at her; thankful he did not have to change anything, and checked his wrist watch. With a startled look on his face, he said, "Well, I had better get going or I'm going to be late."

He exited his room with Madison right behind him giving him words of encouragement, love, and giving him a last minute lint-rolling. He grabbed his keys and the bouquet of flowers he had picked up earlier. Before he ran out of the door, he turned back to Madison and said, "You know, for once I wish I had someone to go with me." He then gave her a weak smile, kissed her on the top of her head, and vanished outside.

Minutes later Madison heard the roar of an engine, and then she heard him drive away. She sighed going to sit on the couch, but then jumped up with a sudden idea. Quickly running to her room, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed Jake's number. He took him a few rings to answer it, but when he did Madison did not even give him enough time to utter a single syllable.

"Jake, what are you doing right now?"

"Oh, hey, Maddie, I'm not doing anything," Jake replied, acting somewhat surprised, "why?"

"How do you feel about going on a date to the restaurant Enamour?"