Summery: (H/Y) Yelina returns to Miami and they both have surprises in store for them.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but one can dream.

It's a Secret

"Okay, partner. Remember the plan; try to avoid getting into details about what we did, alright?" Horatio reminded his nephew as they stood outside the front door of their home.

A large grin crept across the boy's face, "You know mom's gonna hate us for this, right?"

Horatio chuckled, "Yeah, I know, but don't worry; I'll deal with her myself. You, on the other hand, you just have to keep quiet until Saturday. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Hmm…keep quiet for two days? No problem." He replied nonchalantly.

"Good man." His uncle replied, pushing open the front door.

"We're home!" Ray Junior shouted as his uncle closed the door behind them.

"In here!" Yelina yelled from the kitchen.

"Hola mama, something smells good." He smiled, greeting his mother who was busy preparing lunch for them.

"Hey." Horatio said, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Hey yourself" she said, glad to see him. "So, how did the day go?"

"It was fun" Ray answered, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Really, what'd you guys do?"

Horatio looked at Ray Junior who nearly choked on his water. "Well, you know, just guy stuff" Horatio replied, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity for now as he winked at Ray Junior from across the kitchen.

"Okay..." Yelina said, placing the cover over a pot on the stove, "…well, you guys better go get washed up. Dinner's gonna be ready in ten." Ray Junior, who was closest to the door, took the opportunity to leave as fast as he could, relieved that she didn't seem to want to know more about their day. Unfortunately, Horatio wasn't so lucky. Yelina managed to grab hold of his belt before he snuck by her, pulling him in for a warm, steamy kiss.

"Mm…I missed that" he said, sliding his hand beneath her shirt to caress the small of her back with his finger tips. The Latina moaned slightly, pressing her soft lips against his once more before smoothing her hands over his chest.

"Me too" she smiled, snaking her arms around his waist before giving his butt a firm squeeze. Almost simultaneously, Horatio's stomach began to growl. "Hmm…Sounds like someone's hungry" she smirked.

"Well, I can't help it. Your food smells amazing" Horatio said in a low voice as he held her more closely.

"Gracias."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Oh, I think that's the oven. You'd better go get changed, mister." Yelina grinned mischievously, giving Horatio a pat on the butt as he turned to leave.

"Ew…gross, mom!" Ray Junior sang, walking into the kitchen after witnessing the exchange. "You and da-" The boy quickly covered his mouth at the slip to which Yelina, who was busy wiping down the cutting board, raised her eyebrows. "I-I mean you and Uncle Horatio should really learn to keep your hands to yourselves; there is a child in this house you know." Yelina laughed at the boy's words, but was secretly glad that Horatio wasn't there to hear Ray Junior call him 'dad'. Well, almost call him 'dad'.

Feeling a little embarrassed, not that he had any reason to be, he decided to change subjects and ask his mom for what he had originally come downstairs to ask her. "Have you seen my skateboard? I think I misplaced it."

"Check outside on the porch. I thought I saw it lying next to your uncle's things."

When Ray Junior stepped outside, his eyes raked over one end of the street to the next before he glanced down at his uncle's things; happy to see that his skateboard was right where his mom said they would be. He always appreciated the fact that he could count on his mom for anything. Whether it was something as simple as asking for the whereabouts of one of his misplaced possessions or something as complicated, at least to him, as asking a girl out on a date, she would always be there to help. But, now that he was going to have Horatio as a father, he wouldn't have to talk to her about things boys his age usually talked to their fathers about. Ray's thoughts were interrupted as the sound of a car pulling into their driveway reached his ear. 'A visitor?' he thought.

"Mom!" Ray Junior called from downstairs, their unexpected, but welcomed guess waiting to be greeted by them. "Mom, Uncle Hora-" before he could finish his sentence, the couple came running downstairs. Yelina was caught up in a fit of laughter as Horatio followed not far behind. The couple froze as they noticed their guest.

"I hope I'm not disturbing anything." The blonde grinned, noticing the deep shades of red creeping in on their faces.

"Hmm, I don't know, Calleigh. They seem to be enjoying themselves." Ray teased, walking into the living room to play video games.

Horatio, finally regaining his composure, chuckled. "No, no, no it's fine." Yelina smiled at him, amazed at how he managed to stay cool in a situation like this.

"So how's everything back at the lab?" he continued.

"Oh, you know the usual; suspects, cases…"

Yelina chuckled, "I'm guessing by 'the usual', you mean things are just as hectic and crazy as before."

"Exactly…" she laughed, "…things are never usual when you're a CSI." The three continued to discuss happenings at work and managed to squeeze in a few things about their vacation so far until Yelina noticed the time.

"Oh, the food's ready" she said, hurrying into the kitchen.

"You should stay for lunch." Horatio said, looking at Calleigh. .

"Oh no, I couldn't do that to you guys."

"Oh come on. We have enough food for one more guest and we don't mind the company." Yelina insisted, setting a few plates down on the table.

Calleigh thought for a moment, a broad smile etched across her face. "Oh, alright!" she agreed.

A/N: Well, at least now we know that if you squeeze Horatio's butt, it'll make his tummy talk. :D