AN: Sorry for the long delay. I think I wrote the last chapter too quickly. When I started to write this one, my characters were not physically where I wanted them to be. I did some maneuvering and think I got it right. This would be the problem with posting a draft! Maybe one day I will have the control not to post a story until the whole thing is written. But probably not! Read, enjoy, review. Thank you!

Jenna's phone made connection with Abby's before she arrived at her car.

"Hello?" Abby answered.

"Abby." Jenna said. He sister deciphered the tone in her voice right away.

"Jenna? What's wrong?" She rose from her desk at the bank and moved to close her office door, to ward off people entering as well as drown out her conversation.

"I can't do this any more," Jenna said.

"Do what? What's happened?"

"He's not going to stop. He's never going to leave me alone."

"Who? Reynolds?" When the only response was the crying of her sister, she continued. "Jenna, you have to tell Horatio. You're right. Reynolds is not going to stop, and you can't stop him on your own. Horatio can help you. Go to him."

"No," she said. "I'm leaving. I'll call when I'm safe. I love you." She ended the call.

Abby was never going to agree with Jenna on this one and she needed to stay focused. Leaving was in everyone's best interest. She drove to Horatio's first to pack up what she had been keeping there. Moving as if on autopilot, she gather her belongings without wasting her energy noticing anything that may have caused her to thwart her plan. She did this well. It wasn't until the drive over to her place that her resolve broke.

Remember. That's what the crumpled card lying on the passenger seat said. After years of forgetting, all her mind could do now was remember. Jenna sped along Highway 441 and memories washed over her. The fear, the tears, the pain, the smell of him. Tears were now gone. Her eyes were dry.

The car had a mind of its own and Jenna found herself parked at the crime lab. The awareness of her location made her question her plans. A scan of her phone sitting in a cup holder showed her a call and a text had been missed from Horatio. She exited the car, shoved the the card and her phone in her pocket, and without sending a response, started walking towards the entrance.

She loved him. Perhaps moving was bad idea. Maybe the time had come for her to seek out his help. The logical part of her brain, which had carried her to his office, screamed at her that this was what she needed to do. She was tired of running away from this. She had been doing it for years, with far lesser men, and it had left her alone. She did not want to be alone anymore. So much love and fulfillment was found with Horatio and her sister was right. It was time for her to make a relationship work. Everything about Horatio showed that he was open and willing to walk through this next part of the journey with her. A noble man, he could be trusted to do the right thing, in any situation. She would likely lose her job, but she would have him. She said a prayer as she walked the last bit of the hallway, and turned into his office.

Mmmmmmmmmm

It took a bit of time for him to find her. After he and Jack searched his place and found that her things were all packed and she was gone, he had Jack ping her phone again. He conducted an internal debate as to whether or not this action was necessary. City resources should not be utilized for personal gain, but new information from Abby caused him to view Reynolds as a viable threat. He rationalized his actions and Jack traced Jenna to the crime lab. Perceiving his partner safe, Wilkes retreated to his station with Horatio's gratitude and promise of a follow up phone call.

She was sitting behind his desk with her eyes closed, but his presence altered the air in the room so they opened. He stood in the doorway and they both took in the sight of each other. Horatio, standing tall with his hands in his pockets, broke the silence first. "The flowers are from Reynolds?''

His awareness of the events from earlier in the day caused her to blink and she took the card from her pocket and tossed it to him. "That's my best guess," she said.

He uncrumpled it and read it aloud. Looking at her he said, "What is it that he wants you to remember?"

"That he has all the power. And I have none." Her voice was void of emotion. Emotion had tired her.

He shut the door to his office and took a couple of steps closer to her, but remained standing on his side of the desk. She seemed comfortable enough sitting behind it and he didn't want to crowd her. "It's time for the whole story now, Jenna."

Having come to that same conclusion, Jenna started right in with her saga. "I was partnered with Mark my rookie year. Soon after that, he began manipulating me." She had never told this story, the whole thing, from start to finish, though Abby heard most of it in dribbles over the year. It was daunting.

Her unease was impossible to miss. He pulled a chair around the desk and sat, leaning forward, as close as he could get without actually touching her. Of course, all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and carry her out of there, but this conversation had to happen and Jenna didn't seem to want to be touched.

When it didn't appear that she was going to continue without encouragement, he asked, "Manipulate you how?"

Jenna wasn't ready for the closeness. She rose from her seat and moved to look out the oversized window of his office. After taking another moment to steady her nerves and her breathing, she continued speaking. "We would write up our incident reports at the end of each shift, and for at least half of them, he would write two. One of them would be an accurate account of what happened, and the other would have some little detail that was off, like the amount of money or drugs recovered. He threatened that at any time, if I wasn't doing exactly what he wanted, he would swap the real report with the fake one. Since he had seniority, and such a fantastic reputation, he would be able to skew things to make me look dirty." She lifted one of her crossed arms and a shaky hand swiped a piece of hair out of her face.

Horatio worked hard at staying seated when the desire to storm off and find Reynolds overwhelmed. But Jenna needed him. He reached behind his chair to the mini fridge and pulled out a water bottle. After twisting the cap off, he rose and moved to hand it to her. He stood behind her and waited while she take a few sips and calm her nerves. The worst was yet to come. When he felt she was settled he asked, "And what exactly did he want you to do?"

She couldn't say it. She knew she didn't need to, he could answer it for himself. When the words refused to form, she took another swig of the water. Turning to look up at him she panicked when she could not read his feelings. "It only got bad a few times," she said. "Mostly he just wanted me on edge. After a few weeks I managed to get transferred to another partner."

Hands on his hips and still in lieutenant mode, Horatio said, "So just so we're clear, you only performed sexually a few times."

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

"And you never reported this."

"I'm so sorry," she said.

Concerned that she had misread him, he moved his hands to her arms. "I don't blame you, Jenna. This was in no way your fault." She looked up at him and he repeated, "This is in no way your fault. You were young and inexperienced and he was in position of power over you. He took advantage of that in the most evil way possible."

She focused on controlling her emotions and appreciated his hands rubbing her arms. The action kept her grounded. "You really need to wrap up this South Beach case quickly so he can get the hell out of town."

"Every lead brings us to another dead end. But, sweetheart," he moved a hand up to her cheek, "this in my town. And he is not getting out of it."