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Ryan moaned as Horatio moved inside him. It was still early morning and they didn't have to go to work yet. Horatio had surprised his lover by waking him up with a blowjob and now they were both on cloud nine as they made sweet love to each other.
Horatio was spooning his younger lover and his manhood nudged against Ryan's prostate with every thrust he made. Ryan's inner muscles clenched around the redhead's length and he made sure that Horatio heard how much he enjoyed their love making with his moaning.
"Uh, harder!" Ryan groaned.
Horatio grabbed onto Ryan's hips and started thrusting harder, but still going slow like before. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed through the room. Horatio gasped and leaned his face down to Ryan's neck. He gently graced his teeth against the younger man's shoulder.
Ryan moaned and pushed back against his lover, trying to take him deeper inside. Horatio was not a small man and his throbbing member always fitted perfect with Ryan. The redhead was a talented lover and Ryan was sure some older lover had probably taught him a lot in his younger days.
"Mm, oh H!" Ryan moaned, when he felt his lover's hand around his leaking manhood.
Horatio could feel Ryan's pre-cum as he ran his thumb over the head of his erection. The younger man's erection twitched and Ryan's body started going tense; a sure sign that he was close to climax.
As the younger man started clenching harder around Horatio's shaft he felt his own climax approaching and he thrusted faster. The bed creaked with every move they made together and it banged against the wall. Horatio gritted his teeth and moaned as he spilled his seed inside his lover; Ryan followed him with a gasp and came over the sheets and the redhead's hand.
They panted as they stayed connected for while; neither man wanted to get up and shower, although they knew that they would have no choice as they had to get to work in an hour.
"I love you." Horatio whispered, "And I think I might have accidentally left a bite mark on your shoulder."
"That's okay; it only marks me as yours." Ryan grinned, "And I love you too."
Horatio smiled and kissed the younger man before pulling out of him, climbing out of bed and heading to the shower. Ryan stayed in bed for a few extra seconds until the older man called his name. He then got up and went to the bathroom to join his lover in the steamy shower.
-I-
"Dammit Eric, I can walk on my own!"
Calleigh's voice echoed across the parking lot as she (like many times before) gave her boyfriend a tongue lashing for being overprotective and trying to help her out of the car. She was six months pregnant and adamant that she could walk on her own.
"Just making sure." Eric mumbled.
Ryan and Horatio approached the couple as Calleigh apologized for her sudden angry outburst. It was uncommon for Calleigh to get angry at work, but not a pregnant Calleigh Duquesne. Even Horatio had been the victim of her mood swings at some occasions.
"This is just one those days where I am so sick of being pregnant." Calleigh sighed, as all four of them rode the elevator to the lab.
"Well, it's not such a long time left." Horatio said.
"It feels like an eternity." Calleigh said.
"Are you sure it's that bad? I mean you look fine and you are in a good mood... most of the time." Ryan said.
Calleigh turned towards her friend and Ryan swallowed hard when he saw the glare in her eyes.
"Not so bad?" She asked, "I got swollen ankles, my back and hips hurt, I can't find a comfortable position to sleep in, I have to pee all the time, I got cravings and mood swings. Does that sound easy to you?"
"No."
"Didn't think so." Calleigh said, "You try being pregnant and then we'll talk."
"It's impossible for me be pregnant." Ryan pointed out.
Calleigh rolled her eyes. When the elevator arrived at the lab she went straight to the ladies room, while the men went to the break room for some coffee.
"How bad are her mood swings?" Ryan asked.
"Let me explain it this way; yesterday she almost threw the coffee machine out the window because I hadn't bought the right toothpaste." Eric said.
"That was one of her bad days, huh?" Horatio asked.
"How are her good days then?" Ryan asked.
"Then she usually just yells a bit and stays mad for a few minutes before returning to her usual cheerful mood." Eric said.
"Wow." Ryan said, "No wonder you look so confused all the time then; she switches her mood so often and suddenly."
"I don't look confused."
"Yeah, you kind of do... or maybe that's your natural expression." Ryan teased.
"Boys behave." Horatio said, "Don't make me go get Calleigh and have her teach you a lesson about being nice to your co-workers and friends."
"We'll behave." The two men said quickly.
-I-
The serial killer had struck again. He was now known by the media as The Versus Killer, because he always made his victim's choose between two people they loved; a friend versus another friend for example, as the latest victim had had to do.
The team was processing the crime scene; an apartment in downtown Miami. The lock on the door been broken into as far as Eric could see and Ryan had found the same shoeprints as one the other two crime scenes. However, as before there was nothing else to go on.
"The neck has been snapped." Alexx said, "Just like on his previous victims."
"Frank, what do you know?" Horatio asked.
"Victim's name is Josephine Lopez, age 32." Frank said, "She was approached a week ago by a guy claiming to have a mission from an angel."
"Like before." Horatio sighed.
"According to her friend Heather, whom also found the body, Miss Lopez had to choose between killing Heather to save their friend Janie."
"Why?" Horatio asked.
"Heather is rich and if she dies Josephine inherits her money, or would have done so until now. Janie is sick with breast cancer." Frank said.
"And with Heather's money Josephine could have paid for Janie's treatment."
"Yes. Although, this morning Heather paid for Janie's first treatment anyway." Frank said, "She said she did it to be a good friend and because then it would save Josephine's life; or so she thought."
"But the killer didn't agree." Horatio said, "And he killed Miss Lopez because her time had run out."
Alexx and her two assistants put the body in a body bag and then Alexx searched the victim's pockets for a note to Horatio. She didn't find one and decided to take the body back to the morgue.
"H, in here!" Natalia called from the kitchen.
Horatio and Frank joined her and the team in the kitchen. Natalia was holding a note addressed to Horatio. Horatio took the note and read it out loud.
"Dear Lieutenant, you have failed to understand the reason for my mission. You do not have the same power as I and therefore cannot understand that these people need to choose and they need to choose the right thing. Just like you once taught me; we all have a choice. I give these people a choice, like you taught me. I want you to understand me and see me as the savior that I am. Are you not proud of my work?"
"I hate dealing with delusional killers." Frank sighed, "This guy will never stop."
"He can't stop." Walter said, "He believes he's on a mission from an angel and until that delusion stops he can't stop killing."
"Do you remember ever giving someone a choice of some kind?" Ryan asked his lover.
"Several people." Horatio sighed, "We do it all the time."
"Yeah, we give people a choice sometimes to either sit in jail for the rest of their lives or witness against some big crime boss and lower their sentence." Frank said.
"I can't recall ever coming across a delusional guy like this." Horatio said, "Sure, I've dealt with sick people and psychopaths, but this... if this guy was delusional when I met him then he was probably on some medication that didn't make it so obvious."
"Yeah, maybe he has some kind of sickness and has now stopped taking his medication." Natalia said.
"He might be schizophrenic." Eric said, "They sometimes hear voices and imagine things; he might think that an angel is talking to him. Remember anyone like that?"
"Several now that you mention schizophrenia." Horatio sighed, "I can't remember their names or when I met them; I've been a cop for too long, but I do remember meeting a few whom were either schizophrenic or had some other sickness that made them imagine things; no one ever mentioned angels though."
"It still doesn't explain how this guy knows so much about our victims." Ryan said.
"Here's what we do; Walter and Eric, check for recently released patients from mental institutions with divine delusions or schizophrenia, check former criminals and known hackers in the police system with any sort of mental illness." Horatio said, "The rest of us stay here and go through every inch of this place."
-I-
Walter and Eric had found 5 computer hackers with known mental illnesses, 7 recently released mental patients with delusions about the divine (although they were now supposed to be on medication to stop the delusions) and 8 former criminals with mental illnesses; all including schizophrenia. Calleigh and Ryan had now taken over to find out how many of the 20 people that still lived in Miami; Walter and Eric had been called to a crime scene.
"20 people and all of them are capable of killing people." Ryan said.
"Not all of them, some of these have never hurt anyone." Calleigh said as she read some files, "Okay, only two recently released mental patients still live in Miami, the rest don't even live in Florida."
Ryan tapped on a few keys on his computer and got some results.
"Only two of the computer hackers live here." He said.
"And only one of the former criminals too." Calleigh sighed, "Well, that narrows the suspect list down."
"Hey look at this, H worked on a case 15 years ago with one of the computer hackers, Patrick Yates." Ryan said, "It says the case if classified."
"Oh? How so?" Calleigh asked.
"Don't know, but MDPD worked together with FBI to catch a big time drug dealer." Ryan said, "Patrick was involved. He was released six months ago."
"I got a former criminal, Sandy Pearson." Calleigh said, "She and Horatio met 11 years ago."
"What happened?"
"She was suspected for beating her son to death; turned out that it was her, but since she showed signs of severe schizophrenia she was sent to a mental institution and... oh my, she was released five weeks ago." Calleigh said.
"Just before the murders started." Ryan said, "But what kind of choice did she have to make?"
"It says nothing here; so probably the usual to either confess and get a lighter sentence or not confess and make it harder for herself." Calleigh said, "We have to get permission to read Patrick Yates case file."
"It's still an ongoing investigation, the FBI won't let us." Ryan said.
"Why is it ongoing?" Calleigh asked.
Ryan tapped on a few keys on the computer and sighed.
"New witnesses keep appearing and disappearing too." Ryan said, "And he's facing new charges."
"Let's see if Horatio remembers Patrick and Sandy."
Calleigh and Ryan printed the information they had and headed to Horatio's office. Unfortunately the redhead couldn't remember much about Patrick, except that he was sentenced to spend time in a mental institution and that he, like Sandy, suffered from schizophrenia made slightly worse by the drugs he also took. Horatio couldn't remember much about Sandy's case either; it had been nearly impossible to interrogate her because she hadn't used her medication and her delusions were quite severe.
"Patrick was on his medication when he was arrested." Horatio said, "Only the drugs made the effect of the medication a bit worse, so he claimed that he heard voices; but never mentioned anything about angels or god." Horatio said.
"Maybe the killer isn't even someone you've met before, but saw you and had connected with you." Calleigh said, "You're on TV a lot so it is possible that he saw you on the news."
"Yes, it's possible."
"And that makes him even harder to find." Ryan sighed, "Can we at least talk to Patrick and Sandy?"
"Sure." Horatio said.
"Tomorrow though, it's already past eight." Calleigh said, "Time to go home and get some sleep."
Horatio and Ryan couldn't agree more.
-I-
He zoomed in with the video camera and made sure to focus on the redhead. He smiled as the redhead kissed his lover. They were in the living room. It was the only room that he could see from where he stood. For years he had been waiting for the opportunity to show his gratitude to the redhead; to show him that he had learnt his lesson thanks to him. He only wished that the redhead could see it the same way and not see him as a killer.
As the couple moved to the bedroom they disappeared from his line of sight and he couldn't record any longer. He turned off the camera and sighed. He took the video tape out, put it in an envelope with the address to the crime lab on it. Maybe now the redhead would understand him and understand that they shared something that made them special.
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