Horatio knew just what Speed was doing to him. It was in one of their later cases before Speed's staged death that a tanning bed had been used as a torture device for an albino. The albino's skin had been so burned by over exposure to ultraviolet rays from the tanning bed that every movement the man had made left his skin cracked and bleeding.

As Horatio let the heat touch every part of his beaten and worn body his mind went to his team and his past with each and every one of them.

He smiled as he thought of Eric, his best friend. If Horatio ever had to choose his best CSI, it would have been Eric. The young Cuban reminded Horatio a lot of himself: Stubborn, strong, diligent, and loving. Eric had been Horatio's best man at his & Marisol's shotgun wedding, and they held each other not even 48 hours later as Marisol lay dead in a hospital room. The men had always been there for each other, and he was sorry that he was not going to be there for Eric.

Next it was Calleigh, his blond southern belle bombshell of a firearms expert. She had always been there for him, and he for her. There was sparks between the two occasionally, but Calleigh was not exactly his type. They had always been more friends than colleagues, and on his absence she was put in command. That meant that now she would be the head of the crime lab until her retirement.

Then Ryan came to his mind. There had always been something special about Ryan. No matter how mad Horatio would get with him, it was short lived. Horatio felt the chemistry between him and his trace and A/V specialist. It was no secret to Horatio that Ryan was bisexual, even though he tried to hide it from his boss. Horatio knew there was no way in hell that Ryan would ever love him the way that he loved Ryan, but would this change things?

Walter Simmons was Ryan's best friend. Though Walter had only worked with Horatio for a short amount of time while Eric had recovered from a gunshot wound, he had taken a fancy to the black man's work ethic. He was a good- no, a great CSI, with an amazing eye for detail. He would miss Walter and his amazing sense of humor.

Natalia Boa Vista was next in line on his trip down memory lane. She was like a little sister to Horatio, and also the next oldest out of the team of CSIs. The woman was gorgeous, like all of his women co-workers. Truly, Miami held the most beautiful women from Natalia, Calleigh, and Alexx.

Ah, Alexx, she was a true beauty. Her brown satin skin, beautiful brown eyes and thick black hair complemented by her sweet deposition made her a true catch. He was sorry he had left her so suddenly after the death of his parents, but he had needed time to heal- He still did.

Horatio's mind then went to Tom Loman, who had taken over for Alexx after she had retired to spend more time with her family. He was a good M.E. Though his zany ways normally got in his way of getting to the point. Tom was a good friend, but Horatio had been glad that when Tom had taken time off to meet his girlfriends parents, Alexx had stepped in to take over in his absence.

Finally, his memory went to his best friend, Frank Tripp. They had shared many a drink together, and Frank, had been the only man who could get Horatio to unwind. Other than Alexx, Frank was the only one who knew that Horatio was bisexual. The two had shared tears over a hard case, and laughs over a stupid suspect. It was clear that out of all of the leading lieutenant's team, Frank would be affected the most by his death.

Death. Horatio surprised himself by even think of the subject. He was not giving up, but he knew that he had only had a few hours left at the most. The ginger was not afraid for himself. In death he could finally join is late wife Mari, but what would become of his team, his family?

There was no secret that the Crime Scene Investigation Team at the Miami-Dade Crime Lab was by far the best at their trade, but there was something more. They took care of each other, and sometimes they risked their own jobs to protect a member of the team.

Horatio's team had been with him through everything. From Speed's death, to Marisol's, and even at his discovery of his son Kyle, they had stood by his side.

Horatio had no idea how long he had been in the tanning bed by the time Speed had lifted the lid, but it was obvious to the man that he was no longer white. His white, pasty, ginger-type skin was now red and dry. He could feel his skin cracking and stretching with each movement.

"How ya doing, H?" Speed chuckled. Horatio didn't respond.

"Well, come on." Speed lifted Horatio in his arms, causing excruciating pain to the red-head. Tim kept quiet as he carried his ginger back into his dungeon, but did not return him to the bed.

Instead, the man laid him on the floor in front of the rack/hanging device that Horatio had seen when he had first been brought into his torture room. He could not remember exactly when that was, but it felt like it had been ages since he had seen his bed, or even better, his team.

Speed quickly undid the shackles that hung from each corner of the medal frame. Then, with help from Havier, he lifted Horatio and secured each of his hands and feet with the four shackles. Finally, he let the man go.

Hanging from his possibly- scratch that- his obviously dislocated shoulders, Horatio felt his own weight pull him down, making him struggle to gain a breath. Screaming, he pulled himself up to take in a clear breath then settled in once more, realizing that in his predicament he had not noticed that Speed hand grabbed a whip from the table.

Speed swung the whip above his head and brought it down hard against Horatio's chest. He repeated the process again, and again, leaving Horatio's entire body raw and bleeding. Even when there was no more visible skin that was not raised and red or bleed, Tim continued.

Horatio remained quiet through out the process, other that his screams as he pulled himself up to take in a deep breath between his forced ones and his grunts as the whip slapped his skin, but soon, Speed broke the silence.

"You know, I always wanted to whip you. I mean, I wish it were better circumstances, but, really, don't you think this would be fun?" The man said excitedly, but Horatio remained his silence, glaring at Timothy and his excitement.

"ANSWER ME!" Tim yelled in response to his ex-lovers silence.

"No." Horatio spit.

"Well then," Speed ceased his whipping and let the torture device fall to the floor. He searched for something in his jean pocket before he pulled out a cock ring and placed it on Horatio's raw length. Pushing the rack out a little from the wall(which caused immeasurable pain to H.), Speed lined his aching cock up with Raiche's injured, raw, and unprepared arse and thrust in.

Horatio arched back against his unwanted intruder, and his blood boiled as he felt each grunt of pleasure from the man behind him.

"Now tell me how much you enjoy this, babe." Speed said reaching his hand around to stroke the ginger's nipples.

The pain in his barbed cock became worse from the stimulation, but still Horatio remained silent, willing himself to contain the screams of pain.

"You feel so good around me, H." Speed smiled, "You feel so good."

"Get. Out. Of. Me. Now!" Horatio gritted out his words.

With a loud, "NO!", Tim reached around and grabbed Horatio's bulging length, that was begging for relief, and began to stroke it.

Finally, a scream escaped Horatio's mouth, and he passed out, barely waking long enough to watch Timothy leave the room with a suitcase, all torture devices gone.