Shiver

(Lyrics by Shawn Desman)

I catch myself staring at your face when you're not awake
I just can't help it (no no)
Just having you here lying next to me
It's the little things that cause a storm inside of me

And everytime you're close I shiver.. shiver.. shiver
Everytime we kiss I shiver.. shiver.. shiver
I gotta catch my breath.. breath
So caught up that I forget.. forget
Everytime you're close I shiver.. shiver.. shiver

Your hand in my hand
Skin up on my skin
Over and again
I can't get enough (no no no)
The way you give yourself to me
I just can't believe
Sending chills all up and down my spine
I want you to know.. I want you to know

That everytime you're close I shiver.. shiver.. shiver
Everytime we kiss I shiver.. shiver.. shiver
I gotta catch my breath.. breath
so caught up that I forget.. forget
everytime you're close I shiver.. shiver.. shiver

I wanna rush down to your touch
It just feels so right
(I wanna rush down to your touch)
It's like see endless sun for the very first time
It gets me everytime and makes me shiver.. shiver.. shiver

Everytime we kiss I shiver.. shiver.. shiver
I gotta catch my breath.. breath
So caught up that I forget.. forget
That everytime you're close I shiver.. shiver.. shiver

I catch myself staring at your face when you're not awake
I just can't help it (no no)

Despite now being married, raising one child and expecting another, the romantic spark hadn't gone out for the couple. No woman had ever caused shivers down Horatio's spine when they kissed, or just touched, till he met Aimee.

And that still happened every time.

The first half hour they really knew each other, sitting across from each other at the café by chance, Aimee could make Horatio laugh. That was one of the things he loved about her.

Today he was making her laugh. He insisted they paint her belly. Aimee giggled, laying down in the bed, lifting up her top.

"You're not giving me a jack-a-lantern, are you, dear? They're out of season," she said, looking at the orange, yellow, black and red paints with the brushes.

"No, I'm not. You'll see what I'm up to. Put this on," he said, handing her a sleep blinder, "I don't trust you not to peek."

"Oh, you're mean!"

Aimee giggled several times feeling the paint on her belly.

"You're missing up my artwork. woman," Horatio complained.

"It tickles!"

When he was done Aimee shook with laughter.

On her belly Horatio had drawn an orange cat face, complete with pointy ears red tongue sticking out of the side of its mouth. The black nose was painted over her belly button.

"What do you think?" He asked, getting ready to snap a picture with the digital camera.

"Different," she chuckled.

Only moments later, in a video that was youtube worthy, the baby kicked right where the red tongue was.

And daddy was lucky enough to catch it on video.


Horatio loved Kyle with all his heart and soul and always would. When he met his newborn son a nurse was holding him and he was crying. The moment he heard Horatio's voice steps away, he turned his head, the two made eye contact and Kyle stopped crying. From that second, the two had a bond like no other, even if he didn't get to see him be born.

This was an experience he was looking to very much with his second child.

He still didn't waver on the notion he thought the baby was a girl. They had decided to name a daughter Faith Roslind Caine.

Roslind after Horatio's late mother.

Though Rick was still insisting he had "absolutely nothing" to do with what to happened to Aimee Caine, he was readying an insanity defense by asking for a psychological evaluation. And he didn't feel sorry for the pregnant mother, either. Horatio had ruined his life and drove him into a state of depression and the brink of insanity Rick told a psychologist. Horatio had "stolen" the job of head of the lab from him, and along with that "everyone adores him and thinks he's so wonderful. And what do I have? All I could get was this IAB job. I got high blood, two ex-wives and a pension that ain't worth shit!"

If you were to ask Horatio or anyone else who knew Rick, other than Julia, they would say that he decided to take the IAB position, and wasn't forced to, when he become a cop he had to know even after years of service the "pension wasn't worth shit," millions of people had high blood pressure and that he probably had two ex-wives for the simple reason that he was a bastard off the job as well.


Apparently Rick didn't know (the psychologist wasn't obligated to tell and didn't) that Aimee Caine had made a full recovery and that the baby was fine. Rick thought he had heard that Aimee had lost her baby. He had been listening in on a conversation between two inmates in the busy rec yard; the two were talking about a completely different case and he only heard bits and pieces. Rick seemed pleased when he thought he taken away the "precious baby Horatio were so excited about." His attorney would tell him the same day of the psychological evaluation that was wrong; Aimee was still pregnant and the baby was due next month.

Aimee hoped girl or boy, her baby would have the same piercing, blue eyes as Horatio and Kyle. Physically, this was one of the things that attracted her to her husband. His eyes, his touch and especially the two combined still made Aimee shiver.