Ryan walked into the sparsely furnished apartment. The curtains were opened and the lights were off but the sun had set hours ago on Miami. "Maggie!" he called out. No answer. "Mags!"
He found her sitting against the wall in her underwear with a bottle of Jack Daniels moving up to her lips. Ryan crouched next to her and pulled the bottle away from her. "You shouldn't drink." He took a swig from the bottle. "It's bad for you." He put the cap back on the bottle.
"You're hilarious, Ryan. Always were."
"I wasn't so funny when I was laying into your father, though, was I?" Maggie shook her head. "Alright. Let's get you up and into bed." Ryan picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
"Ryan, why are you doing this?" she asked as he pulled the covers up under her chin. "You hate me."
Ryan brushed the hair out of her face. "I don't hate you, Mags… I just…" He wasn't sure what he just.
"Ryan? Will you stay with me for a little? Please?"
She said the please like a child, and as he looked at her, he imagined that that was what their daughter would be like after a nightmare. He couldn't say no.
Maggie walked slowly into the break room, her head thumping. She popped two asprin into her mouth and took a big gulp of water. Horatio walked into the room.
"Hey… Have you seen Ryan? I want to thank him for something."
Horatio walked up to her. "You're not the only one looking for Ryan… I was hoping that he was in here."
Maggie frowned. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Ryan's stunt with your father was the biggest mistake he ever made." He looked at her and took her hand and led her to a table. "Maggie. I need to tell you something."
"What's wrong?" she repeated.
"A body was found in the canal this morning. Sweetheart, I was able to identify the body… It was your father."