Fact: 2011 was the first time in 39 years the Boston Bruins won the Stanley Cup.
Fact: I am not a Bruins fan, but once my team was out of the playoffs I cheered for them all the way!
Fact: This chapter is clearly not in the present time.

Adult themes in this chapter. Not that you would expect anything less from me. ;)

Victory Lap

Horatio unlocked the door to Jessica's condo and walked inside. He walked around the silent apartment, calling out Jessica's name. He heard a loud banging noise from upstairs and walked towards the staircase. He stopped when he heard his daughter's muffled voice.

"Oh god, yes! Oh god, Ryan! Oh give it to me! Give it to me harder!"

Horatio backed off and descended the few steps he had climbed. He walked back towards the living room and sat on the couch. When Jessica and Ryan's voice floated inside with him he tried to move again.

"Oh Jesus, Jessica! Oh dear god, don't stop now!"

"Oh believe me, I'm not stopping, stupid head!"

Horatio wandered into the guest bedroom that would soon become Oliver's. He walked around the room, taking in what renovations Ryan and Jessica had accomplished. He sighed when he heard the banging noise increase and Jessica's voice cut through the walls.

"Oh dear god, Ryan! Oh god, how are you this big?!"

"Because I'm part French, part Italian, and all Wolfe!"

Horatio shuddered and continued his path through Jessica's apartment. He stopped in the kitchen and opened the fridge and began rummaging through the shelves. When a euphoric noise from Jessica blasted through his ears he quickly shut the door and walked back into the living room.

"Oh Ryan! Oh god, right there! Do that again, right there!"

"I'll do it all night long, as long as you keep screaming my name!"

Horatio turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels, trying to find anything to block out the sound. Lucy curled up on his lap and Horatio smiled as he scratched behind her ears. He had just decided on a TV viewing of "Kiss of Death" when he heard something come thundering down the stairs. He didn't turn to see but knew it was his daughter and her boyfriend, most likely Jessica running from Ryan in a playful game. Horatio peeked over the couch towards the kitchen when he heard something crash but wasn't worried when he heard Jessica laugh.

"Oh no, you caught me!"

"You might be able to outrun me any other time, but you can't beat me when I'm naked and horny!"

"I would think," Jessica said as she moaned, "That being so hard would make it difficult."

"Nope, just motivation," Ryan's strained voice said as something began to bang.

Horatio turned up the TV when their moans became increasingly louder. He tried to mentally block out the sounds, but the fact that it was his little girl with a man made it harder, no matter how long he had known these antics had been going on.

"Ryan," Jessica's gasped from the kitchen, "Did you leave the TV on?"

"No," Ryan said in a winded voice, "It hasn't been on since the game last night."

"Are you sure?" Jessica asked him.

"Yeah, I'm positive. We turned it off after the Stanley Cup was presented and then, well, we, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Jessica gasped as the banging sound increased, "But I definitely think I hear the TV on."

"Do you want me to go check it out?"

"Only after you're done here."

"Oh I think I can deal with that."

Horatio couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched the movie on TV. He heard Jessica cry out and both of them panting for air.

"Ok," Jessica said, "Leave me here and go find out what's going on with the TV."

"Right," Ryan muttered.

Horatio smiled as he heard the sound of bare feet against tile and slid down in his seat so his head wasn't visible over the top of the couch.

"Huh, weird," Ryan yelled to Jessica, "The TV is on."

"Maybe we did forget it in our haste to the bedroom," Jessica yelled.

"Maybe," Ryan chuckled as he leaned down the pick up the remote from the arm of the couch. He froze and slowly turned his head and looked at Horatio.

"Hello Mr. Wolfe," Horatio calmly said, his eyes never flickering from the screen as he continued to scratch behind Lucy's ear, "A bit cold?"

Ryan screamed and ran back towards the kitchen. Horatio listened to a clattering noise and Jessica's panicked voice.

"What is it?"

"It's your Dad!"

"My Dad?"

"Dad's in our living room!"

"What?!"

"He's in the living room watching TV!"

"Oh shit!"

Horatio laughed as he listened to the thundering of feet up the stairs and across the upper floor. He could hear clattering upstairs and shook his head at his childrens' misfortune. Something rapped him hard on the head and he looked up to see his daughter's flushed face looking down at him.

"You asshole!" she snipped as she smacked him up side the head again. "Don't you ever think to call before you come over?!"

"I did," Horatio chuckled as his daughter hit him again, "Five times in fact."

"What?! No you didn't!" Jessica said as she pulled out her cell phone. She silently looked at her screen and quietly stuffed it back into her pocket. "Never mind," she muttered as Ryan walked into the room carrying Oliver.

"Yeah, he called me four times, too," Ryan read from his phone. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and held his son against his shoulder. He buried his nose into his hair and gently kissed the side of his head.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Horatio asked him with a smile.

Ryan smiled and looked at Horatio with a sheepish grin. "The greatest feeling in the world," Ryan quietly said, "Is holding your child in your arms."

Horatio smiled and rubbed Lucy's belly as she rolled onto her back on the couch. "So where was the little guy this whole time?"

"Um, in his crib?" Jessica quietly said.

"The same room where you two were fucking like rabbits?" Horatio asked as he continued to watch the movie on TV.

"He was asleep," Jessica said.

"The whole time?" Horatio inquired.

"Well, no, he woke up when he was hungry." Jessica explained, "So we took a quick break for breakfast and lunch, and every meal in-between for him."

"But he slept the rest of the time?" Horatio continued to question.

Jessica thought it over. "Yeah, pretty much. Little tike sleeps like a rock." Jessica flopped down onto the couch next to her father and smiled. "Just like his grandfather."

Horatio smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Bug," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Daddy H," she whispered in response.

"Ouch! Ollie!" Ryan exclaimed, rubbing his right earlobe.

Jessica looked at her boyfriend in confusion. "What did he do?"

"He bit me," Ryan quietly said. "He bit my ear." He held out his small son for his girlfriend and Jessica accepted him with a chuckle. "I don't want to hold him anymore, he's mean," Ryan said in a sarcastic, whiny voice.

Jessica laughed and set her son on his butt on her lap and held him in place. Oliver looked at her with his large blue eyes and smiled. Jessica leaned down and kissed his forehead and smiled back at him.

"Good boy, Ollie," she said, "You show Daddy who's boss."

"You're just mad because the Red Wings lost so early in the play offs," Ryan scoffed as he sat on the floor by Jessica. He ran his fingers through Oliver's thick brown hair and smiled.

"And you're going to rub it in my face that the Bruins won the Stanley Cup," Jessica said with a roll of her eyes.

"That they did," Ryan sassed.

"Well at least it seems we only have to celebrate once every thirty-nine years," Jessica sarcastically said. "So Dad, when 2050 rolls around and the Bruins win the cup again don't bother coming over because we'll probably be having victory sex then."

"You two are going to be together for the next thirty-nine years?" Horatio asked with a chuckle.

Ryan's face flushed and he immediately looked at the floor. He knew what Horatio was insinuating and he touched his pocket only to find it empty for once.

Horatio smiled and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. "I bought Oliver a present," he said. "I had to run to the store to pick up a few things and I found this and had to buy it." He carefully unfolded the white baby onesie on his lap and Ryan smiled.

"So they make Stanly Cup baby clothes for the winning team now," he chuckled as he lifted it from Horatio's legs. "I like it!"

"You would," Jessica scoffed as she began removing Oliver's blue striped onesie he was wearing. She swiftly changed his clothes and smiled as she snapped the new outfit in place. "There, happy?"

Ryan smiled as he lifted their son from her lap. He held him up and smiled in approval. "Yes, but I would be even happier if you would wear the Bruins shirt I bought you."

"Oh please," Jessica scoffed, "I'm not putting that on."

"Hey, I wore the Red Wings shirt for you this year whenever they played!" Ryan sassed, cuddling his son in his arms. Oliver began to fuss and Ryan held him out for Jessica. "Jess, he's crying again."

"Probably because of that awful outfit he's wearing," Jessica said as she pulled up her t-shirt so she could feed their son.

"I think dinner sounds like a good idea," Horatio said, standing from the couch. "Who wants lasagna?"

"Is it your recipe that Jess uses?" Ryan asked as he stood from the floor.

"As a matter of fact it is," Horatio said. "I take it you like it."

"Love it!" Ryan exclaimed. "I'll help you make it."

"Ryan," Jessica called from the couch, "You might want to clean the kitchen table first."

"Oh, right," Ryan quietly said as he and Horatio walked into the kitchen.

"Is that what the banging noise was?" Horatio asked as he opened the fridge.

"Um, maybe," Ryan quietly said, grabbing kitchen cleaner from under the sink.

"And the headboard hitting the wall upstairs," Horatio chuckled as he began measuring out ingredients.

"Yeah…" Ryan practically whispered, his cheeks flushed.

"I wonder sometimes how the two of you don't get noise complaints," Horatio chuckled.

"We plan for when the neighbors are gone," Ryan chuckled.

Fact: David Caruso (Horatio Caine) was in a remake of "Kiss of Death" with Nicholas Cage. Did you see what I did there? I made Horatio watch himself on TV. XD I know, I'm a bit of a dork.