The Rape of Horatio Caine - Chapter 9 of 10
By Celtic Lady

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Pairing(s): Horatio Caine/Jade Reno (sort of)
Characters: General cast plus an other character named Jade Reno
Rating: M-MA (Mature - age 16+) (WARNING: Rape)

Tired from the emotional roller coaster he had been on all week, Horatio arrived home and put his keys and cell phone on the counter that separated his kitchen from his dining area. He again noticed the annoying crack in the stone tile that decorated the countertop. He had been putting off getting that crack fixed for so long that it now bothered him every time he looked at it. He turned away and took a quick look in the frig instead. Should he relax and have a cold beer or get back into his jogging routine. He had been so tired lately, from not sleeping, that he thought it best to cut back. But now with a working plan figured out, he figured a jog might clear his head and work out any kinks in the arrangement.

Horatio changed into his jogging clothes and headed out the door. As he was passing the houses on his street, he noticed the lack of children – they were primarily staying around home under the watchful eyes of their parents. When he did see a child, it was only to retrieve an empty trash can from the curb and return it to their garage or back yard. He was glad to see the kids were being careful but the quiet seemed almost surreal as the only sound heard was the screeching of the trash truck's brakes as the trash man stopped in front of each house to collect their garbage. Then the man would get back into the cab, pull up a little and do it all over again.

As Horatio passed the collector, he gave a little wave hello and then suddenly found himself on the ground, disoriented and wondering what had just happened. He was unable to fight the man off as he was shoved into a compartment under the cab of the truck. All he could do was look up into the man's face. Then his wrists were placed into a set of handcuffs secured to the inside of the compartment. Horatio recognized the sound as the cuffs were snapped shut. Still bewildered, he was unable to stop the man from injecting something into his arm as everything suddenly went black.

The garbage man then shut and locked the compartment door and went about finishing his job of collecting the trash as though nothing had ever happened.

Hours later, Horatio awoke in a barren warehouse stripped of all his clothing and tightly secured onto a metal wire-framed box which was bolted to the concrete floor. Although his palms and knees still supported his weight, his legs and arms were latched solidly to the frame. He also noticed that a belt secured his waist against movement. He was quickly beginning to feel like one of Michael Vick's dogs as he looked around helpless and alone. It occurred to him that no one would even miss him until the next morning when he didn't show for work. That meant the killer had all night long to have his fun before anyone would even start looking. Horatio tugged furiously at the restraints that held his wrists. Exhausted, he finally dropped his head and waited for the inevitable.

He didn't have to wait long. The man returned with Horatio's cell phone, badge, and gun.

"I see you've been in my house." Horatio realized that the killer must have been stalking him all along.

The man stayed silent as he opened up a large suitcase and began removing his tools of torture. He carefully admired and then placed each item, on a folding table he had erected, making sure Horatio had a clear view. Finally, he pulled out a digital camcorder which he placed on a tripod and aimed down at Horatio. Once everything was in it's proper place, he began.

Hours later, Horatio had endured a severe beating and whipping with welts covering all of his exposed backside. His face was bloodied and bruised from several punches inflicted when he didn't give the answer the killer wanted to hear. The killer wanted Jade but Horatio knew that if he gave her up, there would be no reason for the killer to keep him alive. Blood dripped profusely from his nose, creating a small pool on the floor, as he breathed heavily.

Horatio wasn't sure if the killer stopped out of exhaustion or if he just wanted to step back and admire his work. Either way, he was grateful for the break.

But eventually, the second phase started. The killer removed his own clothing and donned a sadistic leather mask over his face. He then got down onto the floor level with Horatio. The killer was now fully visible to the camera as he become more intimate with Horatio's body. The time for questions was over as Horatio tried desperately to hold back his tears. The man took his time, violating his victim repeatedly, and rarely spoke except to acknowledge his own gratification. He moved the camera several times to focus on close-ups of what he was doing.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the killer stopped and rested. He added an attachment to the frame, which would restrict Horatio's head movement, and then repositioned the camcorder so Horatio's face would be clearly visible in the foreground. The killer wanted to catch Horatio's embarrassment and shame as he continued to torment him with torture and degradation. As the killer repeatedly molested and raped Horatio, he talked frequently to the camera and commented on what he was doing and how satisfying it was. He spoke as though Horatio was a consensual participant and praised him many times inferring that Horatio was actively trying to please and arouse him. The head attachment restricted Horatio from speaking or denying any willing involvement. All he could do was cry as muffled screams escaped his throat. Finally he lost consciousness.

When he finally awoke, Horatio found himself on his back, spread-eagle, and tethered to the floor. The camcorder was positioned so that none of Horatio's bruised body was afforded any privacy. Just when Horatio thought it couldn't get any worst, the killer injected him with a hallucinogenic drug to increase his fear and magnify the terror. The torture and rape then continued as Horatio's screams were lost to the night.

--OO--

Frank arrived at work early, eager to get started on their stakeout. When Horatio didn't show for work, everyone became concerned. The concern increased when their phone calls to his cell went unanswered. Frank and Calleigh rushed to Horatio's home where they found the front door ajar. Frank immediately called for backup as he withdrew his gun from it's holster. With Calleigh watching his back, they both cautiously entered the house. Both went from room to room acknowledging "Clear" when they deemed it safe until they finally reached the master bedroom.

Both rushed into the room to find a figure on the bed covered with blood soaked sheets. A man's foot protruded from underneath. With his gun aimed at the bed, Frank motioned for Calleigh to pull down the sheet and reveal the face of it's occupant. It wasn't Horatio.

Calleigh looked at Frank who then called for the Coroner and the crime lab to report to the scene. Calleigh put on a pair of latex gloves and began observing the scene for evidence.

"Frank." She pointed to the mirror. It was a DVD propped up and written above it, in blood, was "Jade."

Her heart sank.

Everyone quickly arrived to process the crime scene with Delko collecting fingerprints, Alexx examining the body, Calleigh photographing and collecting evidence and Natalia searching the outside perimeter for clues. They worked thoroughly and quickly knowing they were in a race against time.

As soon as she got back to the lab, Natalia began immediately processing the trace evidence collected at the scene. It took all her strength to keep from crying as she clipped a swab and placed the piece in a vial. She then waited patiently for the printout. After entering the results into CODIS, she got a hit – it was the blood of Horatio Caine.

Frank immediately had Jade brought to the lab. "It's confirmed, the killer has Horatio."

Before Frank could elaborate, Jade jumped in. "We have a plan B in case he was grabbed instead of me." She ran over to Dan's computer and pulled up a secure website where she entered a password.

"I gave him a GPS tracker to wear just in case." On the screen appeared a Miami map and GPS coordinates. On the map appeared a little red square.

"This is where he is," Jade pointed. "It looks like some kind of industrial park."

Frank immediately got on the phone to SWAT. "I have a location."

"Frank. No sirens or he'll kill Horatio." Jade explained.

"No sirens. Got that! We don't want him to know we are coming." Frank ended the call and rushed out the door with Jade following closely behind.

"I'm going with you Frank. Don't even try to talk me out of it." Jade was determined she was going to be there for Horatio.

They quickly arrived on the scene where SWAT had already set up their sharp shooters and their men were securing the perimeter.

Frank swiftly assessed the situation and suggested, "you know, if we go barging in there, he's gonna kill Horatio for sure. We need to check it out and see what we have first."

"I agree." Jade added.

She pulled out her gun. "Let's take it slow and easy."

Frank entered one door while Jade circled around and entered another. The place was your standard industrial building with metal staircases, exposed pipes and A/C ducts with just a lot of metal and dirt everywhere.

Frank spotted Jade who seemed to be closing in on a stairway. He decided to ease over her way to back her up. As he got closer, he could hear muffled cries of pain and knew Jade was on to something.

Jade slowly opened the door to the stairwell and peeked inside. It was clear. Frank followed. Jade motioned that the noise was coming from the basement and pointed downstairs.

They slowly made their way down as Frank whispered in his radio, "They're in the basement – move in."

When they reached the bottom of the landing, they slightly opened the door and peeked inside. It was apparent that the killer didn't know anyone was there as he participated in his cruel game. It was also apparent that Horatio couldn't take much more pain.

Jade motioned to Frank that she would open the door and he could rush in with her following. They would have to move fast to keep the killer from inflicting a fatal blow to Horatio. Frank agreed and counted down on his fingers - three . . . two . . . one . . . "Miami-Dade! Get your hands where I can see them!"

Jade was right behind him and quickly moved to the side to have the killer in a crossfire. They had hoped that they could take him down with no incident, but the killer wasn't willing to go quietly as he ran. Frank took a shot but missed. Jade hit her mark but the killer kept going forcing Frank to run him down. Then the two started fighting hand to hand as Jade rushed over to Horatio.

"Hold on Horatio. Help is on the way!" she screamed. She began removing the restraints that held him.

Frank and the killer were tumbling over wooden crates and slamming into walls as the killer tried to get Frank's gun. Jade rushed over to help and grabbed the killer's arm only to be backhanded hard by the killer and knocked back into the concrete wall. She wasn't about to let the killer get away – this was their only chance. Jade punched him repeatedly in the kidney's while Frank tried to get him on the ground. This guy was strong and even Frank was having difficulty.

SWAT arrived just in time to assist and get the situation under control as Jade ran back over to Horatio and screamed, "I need a blanket over here!"

Horatio was looking up at her through tear-filled eyes as a blanket was placed over him. Jade shielded his eyes so he wouldn't see the crowd of people in the room. She didn't want him to feel ashamed.

The paramedics were brought in and began working on him. They inserted an IV and placed him in a gurney. As they started rolling him out, Jade walked up and demanded, "keep his face covered outside. I don't want anyone looking at him. Understand!" She pulled the blanket up over his face and let them take Horatio away.

It was at least an hour before Jade and Frank could get to the hospital. Everyone else was already there sitting in the waiting room.

Frank inquired, "how is he?"

Eric walked up, "pretty bad. He's got a lot of injuries - they're still bandaging him up."

The Emergency Room doors opened and a nurse walked out to address them. "We've got him stabilized and did a rape kit but he doesn't want to see anyone. He's tired and needs to rest."

"Nurse, we really need to get photos of his injuries." Eric explained, "for evidence."

"I'll check with him and see what he wants to do." The nurse left and returned a few minutes later. "No pictures. He doesn't want any taken."

"Nurse." Jade removed a silver chain from her neck that held a crucifix with a yellow and green Jade gourd charm dangling on each side. "Can you give this to him?" She held out the necklace for the nurse to take.

"Sure." She started to leave with the necklace when Eric stopped her.

"Miss, we really need photos. Without them, Horatio might have to testify on the stand against his attacker. With photos, we might be able to spare him." Eric was hoping the nurse would understand and help them.

The nurse stood her ground as she sternly replied, "No! You can try again tomorrow."

Since they were already in the Emergency Room, Jade went ahead and signed in to have her own injuries looked at. She had a terrible headache for which she had already downed some Tylenol but it wasn't working. She had no idea she was getting a black eye.

"You gonna be okay?" Frank inquired. "I need to go do some paperwork and make sure booking didn't have any problems."

Jade assured him she would be fine and that she would take a taxi home. The killer had hit her harder than she originally thought and she was feeling the effects.

The waiting room emptied pretty fast of CSI members and Jade found herself waiting alone. The emergency room was bustling with people as Jade waited patiently. Her head was throbbing so bad she didn't even hear them call her name the first time. She kept picturing Horatio's nude body covered in blood. She wanted to cry every time she pictured his swollen face and his eyes looking up into hers.

Jade suddenly became aware that her name was being called by the nurse. She jumped up and followed her to an examination room.

Eric brought the evidence back to the lab that the nurse had collected from Horatio's body. As he gave it to Natalia to process he told her, "make this your number one priority."

Meanwhile, Calleigh proceeded to the warehouse where the crime occurred. She wanted to get more crime photos when Rick Stetler approached her.

"Calleigh, I need you to stop."

She was just getting ready to insist when Rick explained, "the day shift is too emotionally involved. We're going to let the night shift run with this one."

"Oh." Calleigh knew he was probably right but didn't like it none the less. She handed him the camera and left.

The remainder of the day passed slowly with everyone feeling like they were running on auto pilot. Moral was at an all time low as the team spoke quietly amongst themselves. Many took the rest of the day off as their emotions got the best of them.