Here's the last chapter...

Chapter 11

Horatio downed another shot of bourbon and searched the computer for ways to exorcise a ghost. He kept an old Bible next to him and checked over his shoulder occasionally for the deceased IAB agent.

"What are you doing?" Rick appeared after cooling off.

"Finding someone to get rid of you," Horatio said.

"You're an asshole," Rick spat.

"Go away Rick," Horatio sighed.

"I'm not going to, I'll be in your thoughts for the rest of your life." Rick hissed.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Horatio screamed and flung the Bible at his head. The book came apart, the leather cover flew across the room and the thin pages covered the floor. Rick let out a yell and Horatio wouldn't see him ever again. The red head let the tears fall and rested his head on the desk.

He sobbed for himself, Ryan, Rick, and everything else that had happened in his lifetime. After composing himself some Horatio stood on unsteady legs and grabbed his keys and drove out into the Miami night.

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Hotch called Horatio several times and then decided to go over to his house and make sure he was okay. The SSA knocked then found the door was unlocked. He drew his gun and cautiously entered the house. Hotch took one look at the ruined Bible and half empty bottle of bourbon and knew something was wrong.

He looked around the house and saw a shadow a few times. It began to unnerve him and he stepped outside. Hotch called units to inspect it then drove off to find Horatio. He didn't have the slightest idea on how to navigate Miami but figured the lieutenant would head for a bar or cemetery. Hotch didn't know much of his past but what he had heard was terrible even to a profiler.

Hotch drove up to the first large cemetery he found and navigated through the headstones. He spotted a grey Hummer and parked next to it. Hotch had never liked cemeteries and took his flashlight since the sun had set. He found Horatio sitting in front of a headstone near a large oak tree.

"Horatio?" Hotch said cautiously and walked over to him. The red head looked up with a tear streaked face but it couldn't be seen in the dim light.

"Agent Hotchner, is something wrong?" Horatio asked.

"I think I should be asking you," Hotch said and sat with him. "Who is this?" Hotch asked, tipping his head to the headstone.

"My wife," Horatio said sadly.

"I'm sorry," Hotch said and looked at the name. Marisol Delko Caine, she was only about 27 years old. (I couldn't find how old she was, but I think this is close). "Why did you come here?"

"Rick won't leave me alone," Horatio sighed.

"What do you mean?" Hotch asked.

"You heard about my windows right?"

"Yes I did, I never got any straight answers though." Hotch said.

"Well I might sound crazy but Rick's spirit has been hanging around my house. He's just been a headache," Horatio sighed.

"I believe you; I went to your house and I kept seeing a shadow," Hotch said.

"Glad I'm not the only one," Horatio sighed.

"Don't worry about it; you've been through a lot in the past month." Hotch said and they sat in silence for a few moments. "I think I should tell you, Ron Wolfe committed suicide a few hours ago. He left a suicide note and Ryan might get off scot free. He confessed that he did everything and made Ryan lie."

"Is that true?" Horatio asked with shock.

"I think it is, Ryan really was acting when he confessed. I was trying to give him a chance to redeem his honor and give Ron up, but he wouldn't do it. Now that Ron is dead I think he'll sing," Hotch said. Horatio stared ahead and processed this new information. Hotch touched him gently on the back.

"Let me take you to Libby's for the night. You need to get some sleep," Hotch smiled and the two men went back to the SUV.

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Horatio smiled at his youngest CSI while he took his gun and badge back.

"It's great to have you back," Horatio said warmly.

"It's great to be back H," Ryan said happily and glanced around the lab.

"Are you okay with working again so quickly?" Horatio asked.

"I'd go crazy with nothing to do," Ryan said.

"Well... we don't want that," Horatio chuckled.

"Never," Ryan said. Eric clapped the younger man on the back.

"We have a bloater in a dumpster Wolfe, let's go," Eric grinned.

"Why must I be hazed again?" Ryan sighed and followed the Cuban. Horatio watched them go then chuckled to himself as he headed back to his office.

Sometimes the clues could lead someone astray from the truth.

Just to let you guys know... I am horrible at ending stories. I can start them with a bang, but can't end them well to save my life. I can't even end essays. Or PSSA responses. Nothing. I know this ending might be weird, I enjoy critique.