Horatio lay on his red couch, Ryan curled against him in his arms. They were sleeping soundly, spent, their clothes loosely on. After they'd finished, they'd tiredly turned their cells back on, and collapsed on the couch. A buzzing noise woke Horatio from his dreamless sleep. He blinked repeatedly, and got up, trying not to wake Ryan.

He cleared his throat, and answered a gruff, "Hello?"

"Horatio, it's Frank. I got a call out to the Glades. I'm already here. Female, mid thirties, face down, and a gun shot wound to the back of the head. She was found on the side of the road by a couple a kids going fishing."

"Yeah, okay. Ryan and I'll be out there." Horatio replied, sleep clogging his voice.

"You okay, H? You sound like you been sleepin'."

"I'm fine, Frank. I'll see you in a few."

"Got it, Horatio." Frank replied.

Horatio shut his cell phone, and set it down, walking over to Ryan's still-sleeping body. Horatio kissed butterfly kisses on his face, Ryan's eye's fluttering open.

"Mmmuhhh?" Ryan moaned, still half asleep.

"Come on handsome. We got a call out to the Glades."

"Uggghhh…Horatio…" Ryan said, burying his face in the couch.

"Please, Ryan?" Horatio whispered.

"Fine," Ryan said, turning back to Horatio, smiling, "but not before I get a kiss."

"Mmm, of course." Horatio smiled back, and kissed Ryan fully on the lips. Ryan's hand snaked back around Horatio's neck, pulling him in farther.

"Mmmm, wait…" Horatio said, moving back, "Ryan, we have to go."

"Oh alright." Ryan sighed, standing up, and fixing his clothes.

Horatio tucked his shirt in, redid his pants, and grabbed his blazer that was strewn across room in their…rush. Ryan stood up, kissed Horatio again, and walked out, taunting Horatio to follow him. Horatio smiled coyly, grabbing both cells, and walked out of the office.

Ryan unlocked the Hummer and checked the back for the kits. Both there, good. Horatio came up behind him, and stole the keys, shaking his finger at Ryan.

"Uh-uh. I'm driving." Horatio teased.

"All the better. I'll have two hands and you'll have none."

Horatio just rolled his eyes, and got in the front seat, starting the Hummer. Ryan climbed into the passenger seat, and Horatio handed him his cell phone.

"Forget something?" Horatio asked.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize. I'm just glad…that you're here with me." Horatio looked over, smiling slyly.

"Same here, Horatio." Ryan replied, his left hand resting on Horatio's right.

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"And the winner is…" Eric said, just after the computer beeped, Calleigh at his side, "Carlos Santoya."

"Hmm, where have I hear that name before?" Calleigh asked.

"He's the second in command of the Las Cobras. Perfect."

"Yes it is. I'll go find Frank and bring him in. You stay here and write the report, okay?"

"Of course, Calleigh. Be careful, you know how those Cobras can be." Eric replied, worry for her in his voice.

"I will Eric," Calleigh said, stopping in the frame of the door, "thanks for caring."

"You're welcome Calleigh." Eric smiled, and she walked out.

Eric watched her walk away, thinking, "What am I going to do?"

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"Eric." Horatio said, walking through the door of the print lab.

"Hey H." Eric replied, looking up from his just finished report.

"I need you to run some prints for me."

"Got it, let me see them." Eric said, reaching out.

Horatio handed him the prints, standing back, hands on his hips, waiting.

"H?"

"I'll just wait, Eric. I've got nowhere else to be." Horatio replied.

"Okay."

Eric scanned the print the first set of prints into the computer and started running it through AFIS.

"So…H…how's your life?" Eric asked somewhat awkwardly.

"It's great, Eric." Horatio replied, smiling a bit.

"Yeah, got a lady?"

"…You could say that."

"Ladies? And I thought I was bad. You're such a player, Horatio."

Horatio only looked down, smiling. The computer beeped, "Gerald Jensen" and his picture was on the screen.

"Wonderful." Horatio said softly.

"That's an…interesting word, H."

Horatio didn't reply, but instead shot a sideways glance at Eric. Horatio's cell phone buzzed, and he reached for it, stepping away from the computer. Horatio saw that it was Ryan, smiling widely.

"Caine." Horatio said with a touch of happiness.

"Hello Mr. Caine. It's Mr. Wolfe. I have some wonderful news for you."

"Hmm?"

"The DNA is a match to a guy named Gerald Jensen. He's got a prior for assault."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. Now, I think I deserve a little something for being away from you for so long."

"And what did you have in mind?" Horatio replied somewhat seductively.

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Eric couldn't believe his ears when he heard Horatio say that. He was usually so…monotonous. This was insane. The person on the other end spoke for a few minutes, Horatio's face getting all the redder, acting more and more flustered by the passing seconds. Eric could tell he wanted to get out of the room.

"Why isn't he just leaving then?" Eric though to himself.

Finally Horatio spoke, "Not now…ahh—"

Horatio's eyes got really wide, his mouth open slightly. Eric was completely confused now. He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Maybe it was one of those ladies?

Horatio chuckled a bit, "Okay, Okay…later tonight, alright? Okay, I can't wait. Trust me, I can't. Okay…" Horatio said, but then whispered, "I love you."

He shut his cell phone, laying it on the table, turning to Eric.

"I am so sorry, Eric." Horatio said, still blushing.

"It's fine, H. Ready for the second set?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

They scanned and searched the second set of prints and it turned out to be Marc Jensen, Gerald's brother.

"Well these two just went at this poor woman." Eric said angrily.

"Yes they did, Eric, and I'm going to find them and make them pay."

"Definitely." Eric replied, disgusted.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Horatio."

Horatio strode out, forgetting his cell phone. Perfect opportunity for Eric to do some more snooping.

"Now, let's see who was getting Horatio all worked up." Eric smiled, not expecting a single thing.

He flipped open the cell and pressed the "send" button, viewing all of the received calls. The first one on the list read " 'Wolfe' 2 min. 36 sec. 1:29 P.M."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Eric said, mouth hanging.

Eric shut the cell phone, slammed it down on the table, and stalked out of the prints lab. He wasn't sure if Calleigh would know what was going on, but he was going to ask her anyway.

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