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I am so sad. This is the epilogue of this story. I'd like to thank lily moonlight, mickeygirl101, legolasfreak2, ImaSupernaturalCSI, Rin Takeru, Shining Zephyr, loveintrainwrecks, KickassScot, Cross-Eyed.Under.Your.Drug, littledawn12, BlkRse, and SU2freako for reviewing; and Cross-Eyed.Under.Your.Drug, loveintrainwrecks, Way Walker, and SU2freako for favorite-ing; and BlkRse, Calleigh-star, Cross-Eyed.Under.Your.Drug, Flynn, ImaSupernaturalCSI, KickassScot, Lost in New York, SU2freako, Shining Zephyr, brightandshiney, lily moonlight, littledawn12, loveintrainwrecks, mickeygirl101, and nettesmaedel89 for alert-ing! Thanks to all!

A/N (Don't you already know what this stands for? XD): I hope you enjoy the epilogue. I tried my hardest to write a good one on the plane. While watching CSI: (each series) and House episodes. ;) And also, I don't really know Stella's eye color, but from most pictures I've seen it looks like a greyish-green.

And now (for the final time –tear-), presenting 'From New York to Miami'.

It was a day after Stella was discharged from the hospital. The New York CSIs were going home.

Horatio, Mac, and Stella were gathered by the door of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Busy workers walked in to the cold air-conditioned atmosphere of the building and out to the hot air of Miami. The three were standing inside, not really paying any mind to the other people around them.

The redhead acknowledged his colleague and shook his hand. "Mac," he said.

"Horatio," Mac also acknowledged his colleague. They gave each other a friendly smile.

"Nice working with you," Mac continued.

"Same here," Horatio replied. Mac gave a final nod and walked to the taxi waiting outside. Like the day before, Horatio and Stella were left together.

The female detective smiled. "Nice working with you too," she said.

Horatio pulled her into a hug. "Right back at you," he said. They stayed in that embrace for a moment and then pulled away.

Then Stella did something that neither Horatio nor she expected she would do. She kissed him on the cheek then pulled away quickly. Both—although not showing it in their facial expressions—were stunned for the moment. Then the two smiled at each other, blue eyes meeting grey-green. Stella waved one last time and then joined Mac in the taxi.

The lieutenant walked outside and watched the taxi speed off into the distance. He smiled and put on his shades, walking into the bright Miami sunshine.

Two hours later, Stella and Mac arrived at New York's JFK airport and walked out into the chilly winter air. Flack stood outside and smiled when he saw his colleagues.

"Welcome back. Nice tans, by the way," the tall detective said, smirking. Stella rolled her eyes and smiled. It was good to be back.

All three New Yorkers got into the car, Flack in the driver's seat, Mac riding shotgun, and Stella in the back.

"How's your leg, Stel?" Flack asked as they got on the Midtown Tunnel leading to midtown Manhattan.

"Better, much better. It actually doesn't hurt a lot anymore; I'll be back to work by tomorrow," she replied, tucking a stray strand of curly brown hair behind her ear.

"Good to hear that,' Flack said, smiling genuinely. He then asked Mac about how the case went in Miami.

"It went good. We arrived to a scene in which the same MO had been used on the body. Then we went back to their lab," Mac continued on.

Stella put both men's voices out of her mind for a moment. Leaning against the headrest, she thought about the impulsive thing she had done in Miami. She'd kissed Horatio Caine. Granted, it was only on the cheek, but there was something about it, something about that moment that made her feel… something. She felt something, but she couldn't describe it.

Stella sighed and looked out the window. Cars and taxis whizzed by as jaywalking pedestrians tried hard not to get hit. Horns honked and people cursed. That was the norm in New York City.

Looking out at the familiarity of it all, Stella knew she was back home. Putting the memory out of her mind, she decided to join Flack and Mac's conversation. After all, she was the only one who felt something…

…right?

Little did she know, a certain red-haired lieutenant in Miami was pondering the exact same subject. After he grabbed a sandwich and some coffee, Horatio returned to his office to start the paperwork on the Bryson case. He sighed and grabbed a pen.

After signing his name on God-knows-how-many pages, he stopped. Leaning back in his chair, he thought of the moment that Stella and he shared two hours ago. She'd kissed him on the cheek. Sure, it was only on the cheek, but still. Something was there.

Horatio didn't know what to make of this. Stella and he were just colleagues, friends. Friends kissed each other on the cheek. Alexx had kissed him on the cheek for his birthday and it meant nothing. They were just friends.

But when Stella had kissed him, he felt something. He felt a feeling that he couldn't quite explain. It was something… different.

Horatio continued to sign papers, but his mind never left that one small moment that he and Stella had shared just before she left. He smiled as he signed his name for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

After an hour, a knock at the door broke Horatio out of his paper-signing reverie. Horatio looked up to see who it was. Frank was standing there, leaning against the metal doorframe of his office.

"Hey, we've got a dead body in the Gables. I've called Delko, Wolfe, and Alexx; they're going to meet us there," the Texan detective said. Horatio nodded.

"Thank you Frank, I'll be right there," the lieutenant replied. Frank nodded and left.

Horatio put down his pen, grabbed his shades, and put them on. Walking out of the door, he put the moment out of his mind. He would meet his team at the crime scene and they would solve the crime. He'd move on.

Yes, the two did move on. They solved crimes and put away bad guys, making their respective cities a better place to live. They did their jobs and life went on. After all, life would always go on…

… from New York to Miami.

Cheesy right? I tried. Well, it's over! I hope you liked it! Review please, and suggestions (on how to improve my writing and such) are always welcome.