Chapter Twelve:Memories: So, who is the lucky lady?
"Don't give me that look, Horatio Caine!" Alexx said. "I've known you too long. Who's the lucky lady?"
Horatio smiled sheepishly.
"Her name is Aimee."
"Go on," Alexx prompted.
"I met her for the first time five weeks ago when she had a flat tire. Three weeks later we were seated together at a coffee shop."
"So you asked her out and you two have been like kids for two weeks."
Horatio smirked but didn't reply. Alexx had a strong feeling that this Aimee was younger than her boss but didn't ask.
"So when do we get the pleasure of meeting this young lady?"
Horatio bought Aimee with him to the lab's staff Christmas party a week later. Horatio's co-workers were quite surprised, they had never seen him like this. A big smile on his face and laughing easily. His arm was around a pretty young woman who looked to be about in her twenties. Once they had seen this woman, Aimee, sit on Horatio's knee. Horatio did one thing that made everyone's jaw drop; near the end of the night he took Aimee underneath the mistletoe—no one egging him on to do so. From the length of the kiss people thought Horatio might 'take' Aimee right there—though he had kept his hands in the appropriate places. When Horatio and Aimee left earlier than everyone else—not a drop of alcohol in H's body they all joked the boss's hands wouldn't be in the "appropriate places" for much longer.
Horatio didn't have to come till ten that following Monday. Before he did Eric and Ryan were chatting in the trace lab about the Christmas party that previous Saturday. They both agreed they had never seen their boss like that.
"How old do you think Aimee is, anyway?" Eric asked.
"I heard her talking to Calleigh and Alexx during the party. I think they were being nosy. She's 26. She's a graphic artist. No children," Ryan answered.