A/N: Hello everyone! I'm finally back after a forever long break. Thanks to the few of you who reviewed! The inspiration for this chapter came from watching my cousin's dance concert last night and I couldn't wait to get it typed up. I'm no dancer, so any mistakes I made are all my lack of knowledge in this area. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and it is proof that I actually can write a semi-short chapter! Please enjoy!

"Izzy, come on! We're going to be late," Horatio called up the stairs. Izzy had a dance recital tonight, in which she had a solo number. Her teacher said that Isabelle was one of the most talented students she had ever had the privilege to work with. Horatio thought she was good, but of course he was a little bias.

"I'm coming Dad," Izzy called back, "I'm just having a few issues with my costume."

"Do you want some help?" Horatio asked.

"NO!" came the instant reply. Horatio had to smile; she had kept this costume a secret from him, sneaking it in and out of the house when he wasn't looking. She had designed it especially for her solo performance and she was very excited to show it off.

A few minutes passed and Horatio shifted his weight and check his watch again. Soon he heard movement from the top of the stairs.

"Presenting the one, the only Isabelle Caine!" Izzy said in her best announcer voice. She slide down the banister and jumped off gracefully at the end. She was dressed in a tan suit, with a green button up shirt underneath. Her long black hair was twisted up underneath a red wig, exactly the same shade as her father's hair. At her waist was a shiny silver badge and a fake pistol. There was no mistaking who she was dressed up to look like.

"Izzy you look..." Horatio started, but was interrupted by his daughter's waving hands.

"Wait for it Dad, wait for it," Izzy said. Then taking deep breath as if to get herself in the mood, she took out a pair of familiar sunglasses and put them on. "We...never...close," she said slowly, putting her hands on her hips and never breaking from character.

"Wow," Horatio said, clapping and laughing, "I'm impressed. But please don't tell me I look that ridiculous all the time."

Izzy laughed taking off her sunglasses. "So what do you think?" she asked, spinning around to show of her outfit.

"I'm wondering how you're going to dance in that. Those suits aren't that comfortable to move in; I can't imagine dancing in them."

"Don't worry, I ditch the jacket about 30 seconds into the number and the pants were adjusted to give me more freedom of movement," Izzy explained.

"This is amazing," Horatio said fingering the fabric on the shoulder of the suit, "Where did you get the material for it? It kind of looks like..."

Izzy got a little flustered and hummed a minute before finishing her father's sentence. "Your old suit? Yeah, well that's probably because it was your old suit. But you gave me permission to use it, remember?"

"I don't remember giving you permission to cut up one of my suits, "Horatio said raising an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Well you did. You were kinda half asleep when I asked, but you mumbled yes. At least I think it was yes," Izzy muttered under her breath.

Horatio smiled. "It's okay, that suit was old anyway. Who did all the alterations on it?"

"Aunt Calleigh helped me," Izzy said, "Who knew the bullet girl could sew?"

Horatio laughed, "But she just had a baby. Where on earth did she get the time to help you with your costume?"

"I promised to come and take care of Josh and baby Emily while she sewed. Most of the time Josh wasn't there, but I took good care of Emily. I changed enough diapers to last me a lifetime, though, and my favorite shirt still smells like baby puke even though I've washed it about eight times," Izzy said turning up her nose.

"Well I hope you told her thank you," Horatio said, punching Izzy lightly on the shoulder, "That was a very nice thing for her to do."

"I wasn't about to let you try to do it," Izzy grinned, "Remember what happened when you tried to reattach my bear's arm? There's a reason Melissa now refers to him as 'Stumpy'."

"Oh come on," Horatio laughed, "At least I tried."

"Yes you did," Izzy said, giving her dad a hug, "Now we'd better go before someone makes us late."

Horatio smiled as he followed his daughter out to the car.

Later Horatio was seated in the auditorium of a nearby high school waiting for the performance to start. He flipped through the program and smiled proudly when he saw his daughter listed as the featured soloist. She was dancing to the song 'Secret Agent Man' by Johnny Rivers. When he had asked why she chose to dress up as his doppelganger for the number she replied, "Well they don't have a song called 'CSI Dude' and you're about as secretive as they get."

The lights dimmed and the show began. Horatio watched with mild interest as the younger girls performed, but when his daughter took the stage, everything else fell away. He had seen this dance a number of times before, but this was the big performance where it really mattered.

The music began and she was off. Horatio grinned as she pranced across the stage, acting as much as dancing. His heart started to race as she reached a point in the program where she was supposed to do a double back handspring and then end with a round off. She had never been able to land it in the practices. He crossed his fingers and watched in amazement as she completed the full set of flips and landed it perfectly. The crowd went wild and he whistled loudly. 'That's my girl,' he thought proudly.

Izzy ended the dance in the splits with her arms raised high in the air and a grin on her face. The audience gave her a standing ovation and Horatio was the first on his feet. He clapped and whistled as Izzy took her bows.

After the show, Horatio waited backstage for his daughter to come out of the dressing rooms. When she did, he gathered her in a big hug and spun her around quickly. "You did it Izzy, you totally nailed it!"

"I know!" Izzy gushed, the glitter on her cheeks sparkling, "I was so nervous going into it, but when I got to that part it just felt so right and easy, kinda like I was flying."

"You certainly amazed this proud Dad," he said handing her a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Well it was easy because I had the right inspiration," Izzy said, playing with the flowers.

"And what inspiration would that be?" Horatio asked.

"My own personal secret agent man," Izzy giggled, pulling her dad into a hug.

A/N: After writing this chapter, I had "Secret Agent Man" stuck in my head the rest of the day, so if it's now stuck in your head my job here is finished. ;) A review might make it go away, but I'm not promising anything!

Next chapter: Sweet Sixteen