A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful comments and reviews and sticking with me this long, on this story. A few more chaps and it will be done, but not without a killer surprise or two. Thank you to my beta, Betty, for all the time and thoughts you put into helping me spiff it all up! A very heartfelt thank you to all my awesome readers! :)

Enjoy!

Here we go…

III

The early rays of the sun slowly streamed into the bedroom, brightening it. The ocean's tide grew louder as the seagulls squawked and cried.

Horatio lay in bed awake listening, with Calleigh snuggled close against his body. Her arm lay across his chest and she groaned, agitated in sleep.

The redhead shook his head troubled. He knew exactly why Calleigh was restless the whole night.

'Stetler!'

Horatio was upset and his mind berated him again and again. 'You should have never let her go alone! What the hell's the matter with you!'

He exhaled a soft breath and lightly caressed her arm, attempting to soothe her.

Calleigh's cell buzzed and the blonde's head shot up, her hand raked across his chest. "Who…? What?" She asked in a daze looking around.

Horatio winced and stifled his groan. He gently nudged her head back down against his shoulder. "It's all right. Relax sweetheart… let it ring."

"What time is it?" Calleigh rasped half asleep in a daze, completely unaware she just pushed off his battered chest.

"A little before 7 a.m." His hand slid against her hair soothingly. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he said in a low gritty tone.

The phone began to buzz again and Calleigh groaned. She lifted and snatched it off the night table. "If this is Stetler, I swear I going to kill—" She stared at the caller ID. 'Withheld.' Her eyes slowly roved back to Horatio.

"It's private," she said with confusion, blinking.

"Whoever it is… will leave a message. Lie back down, sweetheart."

Calleigh huffed, "Now… I'm curious." She flipped open her phone and answered, "Duquesne."

Horatio frowned and Calleigh knew he disapproved. They were both on the same wavelength too, thinking it was Stetler. They were wrong.

Calleigh's eyes widened hearing the voice on the other end of the line. She instantly sat up and rubbed her eyes, rasping,

"No sir, you didn't wake me. Yes sir, I am fine, thank you. Yes, Lieutenant Caine is slowly coming along. I tried to explain that to Sergeant Stetler but he advised me we were both suspended pending a formal investigation."

Calleigh nodded several times then turned to look at Horatio. She mouthed the words, covering the phone. 'It's the Chief.'

Horatio's eyes narrowed. He didn't have a chance to call him yet, with Calleigh being home the whole day, shadowing him.

"Yes sir," Calleigh said in a high tone, with a bit of happiness in her voice. "Thank you so much sir. I'll let Lieutenant Caine know," she let out a breath of relief then continued. "Sir may I ask you how—" She suddenly stopped talking and her eyes widened again.

Horatio's lips curved up just a bit observing her facial expression. She was once again stunned and he knew it.

"Really," she answered in a surprised tone. "Agent Cole and the Federal agency said that about us? Oh my." She smiled and Horatio exhaled a breath. "I'm stunned," Calleigh explained with a laugh. "No. No sir. I just… to be honest I never liked working with the Feds but my last two experiences have been very… encouraging."

Calleigh paused for a long moment then nodded. "Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you so much again, sir. Have a good day. We certainly will… now." She grinned, closed her phone then slithered back into the bed against Horatio.

Calleigh hummed low snuggling contently against his warm body. Her leg coiled around his and her arm embraced him tenderly. "Have I told you I love you?" She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Horatio chuckled low in a sensual tone, "Yes, I believe you have beautiful. So… are you going to share sweetheart, or am I gonna have to… persuade you?"

She placed a tender hand against his check, looked into his dreamy blue eyes and whispered against his lips, "Persuade me, handsome."

A low hum left his lips, "That… will be my pleasure."

III

The very next morning, Horatio frowned watching Calleigh dress for work. She wiggled into a tight-fitting pair of black slacks, then slipped a red tank top on. The blonde understood and knew the redhead was observing her. She turned towards him.

"You'll be back before you know it," she explained sadly. "You know you need to rest and recuperate, right handsome?" She slipped on a black fitted jacket covering up the small white bandage on her arm.

"I know," he sighed, giving her beautiful body a long lingering caress with his eyes. "I just thought…"

"What?" She asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "I'm fine," she explained, gesturing to the wound on her arm. "It was just a graze."

Embarrassed by his thoughts, the redhead looked down. "No, it's not that. I know you're fine. I um… I thought we were going to have some… quality time together." He paused in thought. "I don't know whether to thank the Chief… or kill him."

Calleigh gasped, laughed and waved her hand in the air. "You're crazy! The Chief saved our asses."

Horatio nodded and hummed low, drinking in her beautiful derrière while she checked herself in the mirror. "Yeah… and he took it away from me… sooner than I would like."

Calleigh giggled, and ran a hand through her long silky hair, straightening it. She patted her backside with a chuckle, "Well… it's yours and you can have it anytime you like…" she grinned then walked over and gave him a quick peck on the lips, finishing, "So get over it."

Horatio grinned wickedly at her.

Calleigh quickly drew back out of reach just as he grabbed for her. She laughed and Horatio groaned in pain.

Her smile faded and worry replaced it. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She breathed, moving in closer seeing the pain he was in. "Horatio?" She called leaning over him.

Horatio swiftly wrapped her up in his arms and turned her onto the bed, pinning her down with his body. He chuckled above her and wiggled his brows at her.

"Got ya."

"Horatio Caine!" She snapped, struggling to get out from under him.

He laughed. "Something, wrong…," he asked while pressing open mouth kisses against her neck, "…beautiful?"

Calleigh sighed, then moaned in pleasure. "Stop… it," she breathed affected. Very affected. "You're gonna make me… late."

That low hum of his sent a thrill of excitement racing through her. "Just like old times," he chuckled, pressing his lips against her ear.

With eyes closed, entranced in his kisses, tone and touch, she answered, "Yes, well…, I want to make a good impression my first day back. I don't think… it will go over well with the Chief if I'm late."

Horatio drew back. He pursed his lips and nodded, then rolled off her onto his back with a groan. "You're right and we don't want to give Stetler anything to complain about."

Calleigh rolled toward him, sliding her hand over his chest. "Yeah, and what are we going to do about him Horatio? We can't let him get away with this."

"We won't," Horatio answered lowly. He turned toward Calleigh. "Just be careful sweetheart. I don't trust him but I don't have any evidence against him yet."

Calleigh snapped, "Yeah because he stole it from the AV lab!"

"He's going to slip up sooner or later Cal. We just have to be patient."

Calleigh shook her head annoyed. "I have no patience when it comes to that man."

Horatio scoffed and smiled, "I… know."

Calleigh let out a breath and rose. "I have to go." She walked around to his side of the bed, leaned down and softly brushed her lips against his. She clipped her badge on her belt and then her holster, with one of her back-up guns. "I love you and I'll call once I get settled in."

Horatio held her gaze. His hand squeezed hers lightly. "I love you too, beautiful. Have a good day."

"Eat something please! There are fresh bagels, and I made some potato and eggs. All you have to do is heat it up. Okay?"

Horatio let out a soft breath, "Yes ma'am."

"Later handsome." She smiled and held his blue eyes for a long moment, then turned and left.

Horatio stared up at the ceiling. He watched the fan go round and round, then reached over for the phone. He laid back and pressed a few buttons.

"Yes, I would like to know if Chief Burton is in his office yet?"

"Yes," the woman answered. "Who may I say is calling?"

"Horatio Caine."

"Sure Lieutenant," she answered almost with cheer in her tone.

Horatio frowned and was quickly greeted.

"Hello Horatio. I was expecting to hear from you sooner. How are you feeling?"

Horatio smiled. "I'm doing fine, sir. Thank you."

"You're on temporary leave. Correct Lieutenant?" The Chief asked in a no nonsense tone. "That is until the doctor clears you."

Horatio sighed, "Yes sir. I am."

"Until…?" The Chief continued waiting for Horatio to answer.

Horatio let out a breath, "Until the doctor clears me, sir."

"Very good Lieutenant. So we have an understanding then?

"Yes sir, we do. You have my word."

"Thank you, Horatio," the Chief answered, lightening up a bit. "So I take it this is a business call?"

"Um… Actually I wanted to thank you sir, for—."

"Not a problem, Horatio. I know Stetler has a hard on for you and he added Detective Duquesne to his hit list also. I wasn't about to stand by and let him run roughshod all over my two best detectives. He was just pissed because he wasn't kept in the loop."

"Sir… there's more to Sergeant Stetler than meets the eye. It's not something I feel comfortable discussing on the phone. Maybe we can meet and I can explain."

"Is this something that can wait until you're well again?"

Horatio nodded. "Yes. I believe it is, sir."

"Good, then I'll make sure to pay you a visit when you're up to it. I want you to rest and recover, and follow your doctor's orders this time, Horatio. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir, we are." Horatio paused. "I just wanted to say thank you again for intervening. Calleigh was very upset when Stetler suspended us."

"Sergeant Stetler had no right and no decision in the matter. He's IAB. I'm the Chief and if anyone needs a suspension, it will be me who delivers it. I spoke with the Sergeant and put him straight. He shouldn't be a problem anymore."

"Thank you sir." Horatio said feeling relieved but knowing, Stetler would always be a thorn in his side.

"Get some rest, Horatio. I'm sure that southern belle has you tied down to the bed."

Horatio chuckled, "Yes, she certainly does."

"All right. We'll talk again soon. Take care, my friend."

"Thank you, Chief," Horatio replied and disconnected the call. He let out a long breath, still looking up at the ceiling. 'That went… well.'

He blinked suddenly feeling very tired. His eyes slowly closed in fatigue and he dozed off.

The phone rang and caused Horatio to jump awake. He lifted it to his ear answering it.

"Hello?"

"You sleeping, handsome," her tone was filled with happiness.

He smiled. "Just dozing, beautiful. How is everything?"

"Good," she answered cheerfully. "Better than I expected and I heard Stetler got ripped a new one from the Chief too." She whispered, "I'll tell you about it when I get home."

"Sounds good," Horatio answered in his whiskey tone.

"I have a mountain of paperwork to get into. I'll call you on my lunch break."

"No worries, sweetheart. Just take it slow and we'll talk later."

"Okay, handsome. Talk to you in a little while." She clicked off the phone and Horatio did the same. He tossed it to the side, still on the bed and rolled over a bit with a groan. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

III

Horatio was comfortably resting when the phone roused him. With eyes still closed his hand searched all around the mattress until he came up with it.

"Hello?" He answered in a dry gritty tone. It was clear he was sleeping.

"Hey. You're actually getting some rest. That's great!" Calleigh beamed in her high cheerful tone.

A low groan left Horatio's throat as he rolled onto his back, keeping the phone against his ear. "What time is it?" He asked uncaring, still feeling exhausted.

"Almost 1 o'clock," she answered.

Horatio's eyes opened wide in disbelief. He looked over at the clock, double-checking. "It feels like I just went to sleep."

"Good," Calleigh answered. "The pills are working."

Horatio's brows arched and he lifted his left hand to his forehead feeling woozy. "What… pills?" He asked unsure. As far as he knew he was only taking the Tylenol on the night table.

Calleigh chuckled, "The pills on the night table."

His eyes narrowed a bit and he looked over at the night table. 'She didn't say Tylenol. She said pills,' he reminded himself then questioned. "You mean the Tylenol, right?"

"Is that the only bottle on the night table?"

"Calleigh…?" He questioned in a low tone. What did you do?"

"Me?" she chuckled, "Two can play this game, handsome."

"You…" He said taken aback, "You switched the pills, didn't you?"

Sweet laughter filled the line and Horatio nodded, knowing. She got him… again.

"Are you done?" He asked annoyed.

"Oh come on now, handsome. Don't be mad. I'm only trying to help you. I love you!" She said in a high tone.

"I know that," he answered softly.

"The pills are helping you to rest. Look how good you felt this morning. Why do you think that is? Because you're finally getting some rest, Horatio."

He heaved a sigh. "You're right."

Her tone softened even more, "So why do you fight taking them?"

"I don't… I don't like the feeling they give me. I feel… never mind," he exhaled.

"No. Tell me please?" She asked pleading.

"It's nothing beautiful, really."

"Like hell!" She snapped getting upset. "Why can't you just tell me, Horatio?"

A long pause filled the line and he answered, "They make me feel… helpless."

Calleigh's eyes widened. "Oh. I didn't think about that. I mean… I didn't realize why. I just thought they gave you bad dreams."

"That too," he answered sharply.

"Did you dream?" She asked in defense.

"No… I didn't."

"That's good," she answered hesitant. "How about… you only take them when I'm home. Would that be okay?" She asked softly, kindly.

Horatio couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. His whiskey tone dropped low, sincere, "Yes. It would."

"Okay," Calleigh smiled and he could hear it in her voice, "So we have a deal, handsome. No more games, all right?"

"All right," he answered. "Although… I had no idea you switched the pills this time."

Calleigh chuckled, "I learned from the best!"

Horatio's deep laughter filled the line and Calleigh closed her eyes, wishing to be in his arms.

"You should eat something soon," she breathed into the phone.

"I'm gonna get up now. I could use a nice cup of coffee and the potato and eggs sound good."

"Great!" She squealed in the phone.

Horatio closed his eyes and pulled it away from his ear. "If I only knew the things that make you this happy," he teased, sitting up in the bed.

"I'm easy to please, handsome."

"Hmmm," a low deep hum filled the line and Calleigh gasped.

"Horatio Caine, get you mind out of the gutter!"

He laughed, "Great minds, beautiful."

"I'll talk to you later! After you eat!" She chuckled.

"Okay sweetheart," he answered, disconnected the call and dragged himself out of bed.

III

Horatio heated his food, picked up his coffee and slowly headed out onto the balcony.

He inhaled a deep breath, loving the ocean air. The warm sun felt great on his battered body. He relaxed back against the cushioned chair and just let the heat from the sun soothe him.

A moment passed while he lifted the cup to his lips and sighed in content. 'Mmm. She makes wonderful coffee,' he thought, sticking his fork into the frittata. He hummed his pleasure and after a few bites sat back and relaxed again thinking about her.

They needed a vacation. He didn't forget. And now was the perfect time. His mind wandered and he zoned out thinking of where he could take her. It had to be a surprise. It had to be beautiful and romantic. It had to be a very special place, because what he had planned, neither would ever forget. He smiled in thought and—

"Oratio! Oratio!"

Horatio blinked and turned looking out at the ocean. He was hearing things again. 'Damn, pills.' He had several nightmares of Paco calling out to help him but the redhead told no one. He always kept his nightmares to himself.

"Oratio?" The little voice roughened and got louder, "Hey señor! You awake yet!"

Horatio blinked again and rose this time looking over the side of the railing. His lips curved up.

Frank, Timmy, and Paco were standing there looking up at him.

"Come around," he said, lifting his hand toward the front.

He laughed and slowly made his way down the stairs to the beachfront door. He slid it open watching the smile spread across Paco's face.

"Hola Oratio!" Little Paco smiled and hugged him gently.

"Hola Paco," Horatio chuckled. Timmy. Frank." The redhead greeted.

"Something smells good," Paco said rubbing his belly. "I bet Calleigh made bacon and eggs again!"

Horatio shook his head. "Nope. Potato and eggs. Would you like some?"

"I'm starving!" Paco exclaimed with a nod.

Timmy laughed and shoved him lightly. "You're always starving!"

Paco pushed him back and the boys began playing and wrestling around.

"Timmy?" Horatio asked, "How about you son?"

Timmy looked up for a second and nodded, "Okay… if you have enough!" Timmy gasped hard as Paco caught him between the legs.

Timmy groaned holding himself and slowly went down to the floor, writhing.

Horatio's eyes widened. "Paco…?"

Paco smirked a devious smile and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Timmy taught me that!"

"My… mistake," Timmy squeaked, "I'm… okay… Horatio."

Paco held his belly and went hysterical laughing. "You sound like a girl!"

Timmy began laughing as Frank barked, "If you got hit in the nuggets Paco, you would sound like a girl too!"

Horatio chuckled and shook his head walking with Frank into the kitchen. Frank took a seat at the counter.

"Coffee, Frank?" Horatio asked.

"Sure H. Thanks."

Horatio proceeded to heat the potato and eggs. He poured Frank a coffee and took a seat across from him.

"How you feeling, Frank?"

He smirked, "I'm still pissed at you for not telling me what was going down."

Horatio nodded. "Sorry my friend. Calleigh was determined, and I knew she was right. You weren't up for it."

"And you were?" He snapped.

Horatio looked down wondering how he could explain. "I um… had some healing and was feeling better."

"Sí!" Paco hopped off the couch and flung the pillow at Timmy. He ran into the kitchen. "Red Cloud did healing on Oratio. He felt all better."

Frank smirked at Horatio, mocking him. "Red Cloud did healing?"

"Yeah," Horatio exhaled knowing the big Texan was about to burst out laughing.

"It's true," Timmy joined in and sat at the counter looking at Horatio. The boy smiled shyly and looked down.

"Really?" Frank rubbed at his ribs. "Well were the hell is Red Cloud now? I could use some damn healing!"

Paco laughed and stuck his fork into the plate in front of him. "Red Cloud is back home on his ranch."

Frank put up a hand. "Don't even tell me this guy has a ranch?"

"He does," Horatio answered with a grin and wink at Paco. It's really very nice. Calleigh and I stayed there for a few days when Joe went blind."

With a full mouth, Paco exclaimed, "Dr. Joe went blind! How? When? Did Red Cloud heal him too?

Timmy began eating and was laughing with a full mouth. "You really have to slow down Paco."

Frank shook his head at the rate of speed Paco could speak and Horatio pushed a napkin his way, watching the food fly out of Paco's rambling mouth.

Horatio answered, "Joe was fine after a little rest. His blindness was temporary, son."

Paco smiled widely at Horatio and nodded. He stuck his fork into the potato, shoved it in his mouth and answered, "I missed you señor."

"I missed you too, Paco," Horatio replied with a shy smile.

Timmy shook his head and laughed, "You just saw him a few days ago, Paco."

"I know," Paco answered and shrugged, "But… I still miss him."

Frank grinned at Horatio, who rubbed at his eyes. "You look tired, H. How you feeling?"

"I feel… better. Thank you Frank."

Frank scoffed, "The doc still drugging you up, isn't he?"

"No… Callleigh is!"

"What?" The big Texan laughed. "You have to be kidding me!"

Horatio sighed, "I wish I was. Apparently, she pulled a switcheroo with my pills last night."

Paco smirked and pointed at the redhead. "Calleigh's smart! She knows you no take your pills like Dr. Joe said. So she sneaks them in."

Timmy shook his head and laughed. "Yeah well Aunt Jenna can't get Frank to take his either."

Horatio stared at the big Texan who smirked and grinned with a nod.

"Great minds," Frank scoffed.

The boys were hysterical laughing. "You two are exactly alike! You're bad and don't listen to Dr. Joe. No wonder he is grumpy all the time!" Paco laughed while Timmy gave a nod and high fived him.

Horatio's eyes narrowed on Paco and then Timmy. He turned towards Frank. "What do you say we show these… boys how alike we are?"

Frank grinned, "Sounds good to me, H. What do you have in mind?"

The perfect game!

III

Timmy and Paco sat at the table, across from Frank and Horatio.

"This game is called Pictionary. One person draws and the other has to guess what he's drawing."

"I think I like cards better señor," Paco nervously exhaled toward Horatio. "I can't draw!"

"It'll be fun. Trust me," Horatio grinned looking at Timmy. He winked and turned towards Frank.

"You ready?"

Frank shook his head. "Who the hell would have thought I would be playing a board game this afternoon! I don't know how to play this crap," he grumbled.

Timmy nudged Paco, chuckling, "They're going to lose. Frank can't draw!"

Paco snapped and shoved Timmy. "Neither can I!"

Timmy laughed, "Yes, you can. Just do your best and think about what you are drawing. Give me clues. Pull on your ear if it sounds like something and I'll take guesses."

Paco shook his head side to side. "I think we should play cards. I am good at that!"

"Nope," Horatio laughed. "Pick a card," the redhead informed Timmy, who chose a card from the box.

He examined it and nodded, then handed it to Frank.

"Okay, so you both know what you're drawing. What's the color?"

"It's red. All play," he answered.

Okay so you ready? Horatio asked, making sure Paco was keeping up. He flipped over the sand timer. "Go!"

Timmy began drawing and Paco stared watching the lines on the paper come together.

"Take guesses!" Timmy groaned at Paco, while still drawing.

Horatio watched Frank draw and his brows arched high. "That looks like a box."

"It's not done!" Frank groaned.

Paco gasped and jumped up in his chair when Timmy drew the flap. "It an envelope!"

"You got it!" Timmy shouted and Paco jammed his fist in the air, "Caramba!" He started dancing around, taunting Horatio and Frank, "We got it! We beat you!"

Everyone began laughing and Horatio explained, "That's only the first round. Now you have to draw."

Paco's smile instantly faded. "But… I can't draw!"

"I guess were about to find out," Horatio chuckled and nodded. "Pick a card. Let me see the color?"

"It's yellow!" Paco grinned and looked at the word knowing it. "I think I can do this good, Timmy," he explained.

Horatio smiled and gave him a wink. Okay, so a person, place, or animal. "You ready?" When Paco nodded, Horatio turned the sand timer over. "Go!"

He began drawing as Frank blurted out rapidly, "Dog. Horse… What the hell is that!"

Timmy was trying not to laugh, and kept his eyes on Paco's drawing.

"Guess!" Paco snapped, looking over at Horatio who was also drawing. "Hurry! He draws good!" Paco speedily said.

"Unicorn," Timmy said and Paco shook his head with wide eyes, pointing his pencil at the paper. "What's it sound like?" Timmy asked then pointed at the paper. "Draw what it sounds like?"

Paco began drawing something new while Frank groaned again and again, "You sure that's not a horse, H!"

"C'mon Frank, it's not that hard," Horatio quietly chuckled.

Timmy looked at Paco's new drawing. "That looks like a… wagon."

Paco nodded, "Yes." He tugged on his ear for, sounds like.

Timmy stared at the picture then shouted, "Dragon!" And both boys began shouting and cheering.

Frank snatched the paper from Horatio and stared at it. "That, don't look like no dragon I ever seen!" Frank snapped, "What's with his nose?"

Horatio tucked his chin at the big Texan. "That's supposed to be fire, Frank," Horatio lowly explained.

Frank barked, "Fire, my ass!"

They all started laughing.

Paco grinned at the redhead. "I did good, Timmy said."

"You certainly did son. See, you can draw," Horatio explained proudly.

"Sí. I like this game. We play again!"

"All right son." Horatio smiled and pushed the pencil and paper at Frank.

"We're down 2 nothing here, Frank. Draw something I can guess."

Frank picked up a card, looked at it and handed it to Timmy.

"I got you on this one bucko," he smirked at Timmy.

"We'll see," Timmy answered, getting ready.

"Go," Horatio said turning the timer over. Not a second went by when Paco yelled out, "Water!"

"Yes!" Timmy shouted and both boys celebrated again.

Horatio looked at the paper and then Frank. "What is that supposed to be Frank?"

The Texan rumbled, "I was drawing a sink, with a faucet!"

Horatio braced his midsection and began laughing hard. "Forget it. We don't stand a chance. Maybe we need to change partners."

Paco and Timmy both shook their heads back and forth. "Nope!" The boys laughed.

They played the game for a little longer, and Frank ordered in a few pizzas. The boys ate at the table while Horatio rested comfortably on the couch.

Frank watched the redhead begin to doze off and quieted the boys.

Paco stared. "He needs lots of rest Red Cloud said. Especially if he no take his pills!"

"Keep it down," Frank whispered, "Then he can rest."

Paco smiled and whispered back, "It was fun playing the game. You draw very funny Big Frank."

"So do you bucko!" Frank laughed and finished chewing his food.

Paco left the chair and quietly walked into the living room. Frank kept a watchful eye on the young boy.

"Don't wake him," Timmy hissed lowly.

"I won't!" Paco snapped back in a whisper then lifted the throw blanket, lightly over Horatio. He pulled it up and covered Horatio's neck then smiled when Horatio moaned low but didn't wake.

Paco walked back over toward the table with a smirk at Timmy and Frank. "I no wake him, see." His brow rose wisely.

Timmy watched the redhead's eyes open. He chuckled quietly.

"Make sure you… save me a slice," Horatio dryly rumbled.

Paco gasped and turned, "Shit! I did wake you!"

"No, you didn't son," Horatio smiled. "And… Thank you for the blanket."

Paco headed back for Horatio. He gently sat on the couch next to him. "De nada. You feel better Oratio?" Paco asked, rubbing Horatio's forearm affectionately.

"I do, Paco. Thank you."

Paco smiled and moved in closer, snuggling against the redhead. "It's okay? I don't hurt you, do I? I think watching you sleep makes me tired." Paco yawned.

"It's fine, son," Horatio laughed low and put one arm around Paco's shoulder, bringing him in against his body. The redhead let his eyes close again in content.

It wasn't long before the door opened and Calleigh quietly entered, seeing Timmy, Paco and Horatio asleep on the couch. Frank was watching the football game with the sound muted.

She grinned and spoke quietly. "Thanks for staying with him Frank."

"He did pretty good Calleigh. The boys completely wore him out at Pictionary."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, no. He didn't play that with them, did he? His ribs must be killing him!" She chuckled.

"Mine too. Thanks for asking," Frank laughed. "We all had a lot of fun…" He looked over at the slumbering three. "As you can see."

Horatio's head was slouched over to the right, toward Paco and Timmy's head was resting on Horatio's left shoulder.

Calleigh pulled out her cell phone and quickly snapped a picture. She shushed a laughing Frank.

Timmy's loud cell phone went off with the song, playing, "Bang your head…" And Horatio's eyes snapped open.

"Hello," Timmy groggily answered. "No, I'm okay Aunt Jenna. We're with Frank at Horatio's house. I'll tell him. Yes, Horatio's resting like he's supposed to be. No we didn't exhaust him Aunt Jenna." Timmy laughed and let his head tiredly drop back against the couch. "Okay, see you later."

Horatio yawned and covered his mouth. "What, happened?"

Frank laughed, "You conked out, and so did Paco and then Timmy joined you both."

"Oh," Horatio smiled up at Calleigh. "And… how was your day, sweetheart?'

"Not as fun as yours," she smiled, taking in the adorable scene. Paco was still out cold and Horatio stared.

Timmy nudged Horatio and whispered, "He's been having trouble sleeping. He's having nightmares of the judge."

Horatio's eyes narrowed. "Is he?" He questioned low and looked up at Calleigh.

"Maybe we can ask Joe for Jennie's number. I think maybe it's time he talks with someone."

Calleigh nodded and kneeled. "I'll call Joe and talk to him." She lightly nudged the sleeping child.

"Paco honey, wake up…"

Paco's eyes flew open with a gasp and he squeezed Horatio's midsection yelling, "No hurt me! No more!"

Horatio groaned in pain as his head reared back against the couch. He put one arm around Paco trying to ease him but his words caught in his throat.

Calleigh's eyes widened and she quickly calmed Paco, lightly tugging on his hands that were still clenched around a shocked Horatio.

"Easy honey. It's just a dream, you're safe here Paco. Can you loosen your hold on Horatio, honey?"

Paco blinked in realization, then took one look up at the wounded redhead and immediately released him.

"I so sorry, Oratio." Paco said, quickly standing up on the couch next to him. "I hurt you," Paco said sadly, kneeling next to him again.

Horatio shook his head side to side but his tone was shaky, full of pain. "I'm, all right… son."

"He's okay, Paco," Calleigh assured the small boy but Paco was smarter than that.

He turned toward Horatio and held his pain-riddled eyes for a long moment. "I hurt you bad this time. I'm sorry," Paco's lip dropped in sadness. His brown eyes welled.

"Hey…," Horatio whispered, "I'm okay Paco. Really," He said lowly, reaching for his hands. "It was an accident, son. I know you didn't mean it."

Paco rubbed his eyes then reached for Horatio's hands again. "I still… have bad dreams. I try not to but they just come. I pray to Dios and the Great Spirit but… I still see him." Paco leaned in closer toward Horatio and whispered, "The bad man."

"I know son. I'm sorry," Horatio answered holding the boy's sad gaze. "It sometimes takes a while for the nightmares to go away. I have a friend I would like you to talk to. I think maybe she can make the dreams go away for good."

Paco pursed his lips and smirked. "You think she can help… like you, and Red Cloud?"

Horatio let out a soft breath, "Not exactly… but if you tell her what you see and how you feel, I know she can help you feel better."

Paco's lips scrunched to one side as he held Horatio's empathetic gaze. "Only you make me feel better, Oratio."

Horatio's brows arched high and he swallowed looking down shyly.

Timmy smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what Paco was talking about. He felt it when he was with Horatio too.

Frank put a tender hand on Timmy's shoulder, knowing. Timmy grinned at Frank. Their relationship was growing stronger a little at a time.

Calleigh sat on the couch, listening to the conversation.

"Um… I'm not a doctor Paco." Horatio explained softly.

Paco nodded. "Sí. I know that… but I don't need a doctor to make me feel better when you do. Sí?" Paco looked down and muttered, "I feel better when I talk to you. You make it not hurt here," Paco explained pressing his hand against his chest. "And here," he said, pointing to his head.

Horatio frowned. "Your chest and head hurts?"

Paco bobbed his head up and down staring at the redhead. "Sí… especially when I dream." He blew out a long breath and threw his hands in the air, "But today… it no hurt at all," his tone dropped low, "until now." He frowned then smiled at Horatio. "It no hurt… because I'm with you!"

Horatio smiled while Calleigh, Frank and Timmy laughed.

"I say something funny again," Paco gave a sideways grin. He shrugged, "I don't know what I say."

Horatio shook his head. "You're brutally honest Paco and that's what everyone loves about you."

Paco nodded with a proud smile. "Sí. I'm honest." He paused. "I no want to talk to your friend. I'd rather talk to you señor."

Horatio's eyes widened. 'Oh shit,' he thought, while Calleigh grinned at him.

"Insert foot, into mouth," she chuckled and rose heading for the kitchen.

Paco's brows knitted together hearing her words. "Why would you put… your foot in your mouth?" He innocently asked making a very displeased face at Horatio. "Yuck!"

Timmy fell back on the couch howling while Frank braced his own ribs and Horatio followed suit.

Calleigh was laughing so hard, she giggled. She headed back into the room with a bottle of water and some pills.

"I did it again," Paco said with a shrug at Calleigh.

"Yes you did honey," she smiled and handed Horatio the water and pills. "Take them," she softly insisted.

Horatio stared up at her then let out a long lingering breath.

Paco gasped aloud, "She drug you up again señor!"

Frank roared and Timmy went hysterical. Paco's eyes were wide as saucers on Horatio, who very cautiously looked up at the grinning blonde. He was busted. Big time and he knew it.

"Problem?" She asked sweetly, with a wicked smile, knowing he told Frank and the boys about the pills.

"Um… no," Horatio breathed hesitating, looking at the pills in his hand. Examining them carefully. "Tylenol. Right?"

Calleigh's low evil laughter had him examining the pills even closer. "I'll never tell handsome," she said heading back into the kitchen.

Paco grabbed onto Horatio's wrist and whispered, "No take them señor."

Horatio began to belly laugh and let his head collapse back against the couch. The pills still in hand.

They were all laughing until Calleigh shot him a look and barked, "Take them! Now Horatio!"

Horatio straightened and so did Paco. Timmy and Frank were both still laughing.

"Yes ma'am," he answered and swallowed the pills.

Paco looked at Horatio and whispered, "You have them under your tongue… sí?"

Horatio shook his head. "Nope." He opened his mouth.

Paco gasped. "But señor, she drug you."

"Not exactly Paco," he explained looking over at the blonde with a smile. "The pills help… but make me sleepy. So I don't like to take them. When I said she was drugging me up, I only meant she is making me take the pills that Dr. Joe gave me even when I don't want to."

Paco's mouth stood open. "Oh," he breathed and looked back at Calleigh then back to Horatio. He whispered, rather loudly, "So… she no try to kill you then?"

Horatio's eyes slammed shut as he began to laugh. Hard. He held his midsection, and tried to keep his laugher under control, which was impossible.

Frank and Timmy were hysterical again as well as Calleigh. Paco shrugged and began to laugh as Horatio put one arm around his shoulder.

"If anyone can cheer me up son… it's you."

III

A little over a week had passed and Horatio was all but done. He was slowly going stir crazy at home, and watching Calleigh dress for work every morning was only making matters worse, in more ways than one.

He let out a long breath and stretched, but quickly winced in pain and stopped short. He was feeling somewhat better and almost forgot about his injuries. He rolled to the side when his phone rang, lifted it to his ear, expecting to hear Calleigh's voice.

"Hello," he smiled, answering.

"Is this Horatio Caine?"

His smile instantly faded. It was a man's voice and certainly not Calleigh. He blinked. "Who's calling?" The redhead asked with narrowing eyes. He sat up against the headboard trying to get comfortable.

"U.S. Marshals, Lieutenant. We would like to make an unannounced stopover in about 15 minutes if that would be okay with you. We have someone who would like to talk with you before he takes a… permanent trip."

Horatio nodded and his lips curved up just a bit. "Yes, that would be fine. I understand."

The line was disconnected.

Horatio rose and dressed. He headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. Just as he took a mouthful the bell rang.

He put his cup down and headed for the door, giving a quick look out the peep hole then opened it. He greeted two hefty men, who were quick to flash their ID at him.

"Gentleman," he greeted, the Marshals. Then his eyes went to the two black SUV's parked in front of his home. One window went down and Horatio instantly recognized the man looking at him. 'Thoseeyes.' The man's lip curved up slightly and Horatio noticed his goatee was gone. He was clean shaven and his hair brushed back neatly.

"Paul Donlan," Horatio breathed lowly.

"Yes sir," one Marshal answered while the other looked around carefully. "Lieutenant, would you mind if we secure the area and have a look around your home?"

"Not at all,' Horatio answered, opening the door fully for them. They entered and Horatio watched them search around for a few minutes making sure everything was in order.

"We'll bring him in now if that's all right with you sir?" One of the Marshals explained.

"That would be fine," Horatio answered with a nod.

A few seconds went by and Donlan was escorted into Horatio's home, by four US Marshals.

Horatio was glad to see them all taking the situation very seriously.

"You two take the back of the house and we'll take the front." The head Marshal ordered. "If you need us we'll just be out front, Lieutenant."

Horatio nodded. "Thank you. I think we'll be fine," he said with a small smirk at Donlan.

Paul nodded and put his hand out toward Horatio. "Lieutenant."

Horatio shook his hand and quietly answered, "Horatio."

Paul smiled and slowly walked around the living room looking around. "Really nice place you got here. Right on the water, in the heart of Miami." He stopped and stared at the picture of Horatio and Calleigh on the wall.

"You're a lucky man," Paul breathed turning around toward Horatio. "She really loves you. I saw it for myself."

Horatio nodded slightly not quite understanding. The redhead was just a bit concerned with the way the man was examining his home and talking about Calleigh.

"Is that real coffee I smell," he asked with a smile.

"It is… and it's good. Would you care for a cup?" Horatio asked heading into the kitchen.

"That sounds great! I haven't had a real cup of coffee in… years. The Feds and Marshals keep getting me machine coffee from the hotels they have been stashing me at."

Horatio nodded and poured a cup. "How do you like it?"

"Black," he answered taking a seat at the counter.

Horatio slid it toward him and watched as he lifted it towards his lips then closed his eyes with a pleasant sigh. "Oh God… This is great!"

Horatio's lips curved upwards. "I'll let Calleigh know you approve. She made it."

Paul chuckled, "It figures." He let out a breath and held Horatio's gaze. "I'm glad you're okay… both of you. I heard what happened at the hospital. The Feds are like a constant fountain, they just keep the information pouring out."

Horatio laughed low. "I know what you mean."

"I heard you got him… and he's going to get the death penalty. The Cruz's brothers too?"

Horatio stared down into his cup, feeling his anger rise with just the names. "I'm not sure, Paul. It's up to the jury and the judge presiding over the case."

A long moment of silence passed.

"How come you didn't kill them?" Paul muttered lowly.

Horatio's brows rose as he looked down and continually nodded. "Now there's a question." He paused. "I honestly don't know, Paul. I can tell you I wanted to and if it wasn't for Calleigh… I may have."

Paul shook his head. "Well I'm glad you didn't. You're a good guy… in a world of hate and craziness. I don't know how you do it every day. Fight crime. Deal with the scum of the earth then wake up and do it again tomorrow."

"One day at a time," Horatio quietly answered. He found Paul's caring eyes. "I never had a chance to say thank you. I don't think my team or I would have made it out alive if it wasn't for you, Paul. I can't thank you enough."

Paul answered lowly, "I owed you. You went out on a limb for me. You tried to help me save my sister. You even tried to get my sentence shortened and I'll never forget that. I had to find a way to get you out of there alive."

Horatio let out a soft breath. "Well… I owe you now." He smiled. "If you ever need anything Paul, you have my number."

Paul nodded. "Yeah. Calleigh gave me your card when we were at the hospital."

Horatio frowned confused. "You… came to the hospital… with Calleigh?"

"Yeah, I did. She dragged me everywhere until the Feds arrived and took me to a safe house." He paused staring at Horatio. "You don't remember, do you? You told her not to leave my side, no matter what. You gave the warden an earful too!"

Horatio's expression was one of confusion. He didn't remember at all. "I think they hit me on the head one too many times." He chuckled softly.

"Tell me about it," Paul responded and took another mouthful. "You were a mess but you were still shouting out orders, especially when the guards wanted to put me back in my cell."

Horatio eye's widened in recognition. "I do remember that." He paused in thought. "I don't remember much after that though. I'm just glad Calleigh watched over you."

"Thanks to you." He let out a breath. "She was tough with the Feds but really gentle with me. Like I said, you're lucky man. She seems like a great woman."

"She is, Paul," Horatio answered.

"She was sick with grief when she saw what they did to you at the hospital. She almost passed out and that doctor helped her. He kept telling her you were gonna be okay but Calleigh was still worried sick about you."

Paul grinned, "She was mad as hell at the Cruz brother's too. She said something about taking their heads off when she saw them."

Horatio's lips curved upward. "I don't doubt it."

Paul lifted the cup to his lips and finished the coffee. "So… I wanted to come by and say thank you. You got me out of jail and saved me, Horatio. You've giving me a second chance at life."

Horatio fixed his eyes on him. "Make it count this time Paul. Make good choices," Horatio softly replied.

"I'm sure as hell gonna try Horatio. I'm just not sure where I want to start again or even how. Ya know?" He scratched his head and looked down worried.

Horatio inclined his head. "Well, you said you like it here. A house on the beach, warm weather. You have many choices my friend."

"Californa I think… or Hawaii. No. Too far. I don't know." He threw his hands up in the air. "You know the truth, don't you?" He asked with narrowing eyes on Horatio.

"I do," The redhead answered. "You're scared. It's understandable"

Paul nodded and rubbed his forehead. "I am! To start all over again is bad enough but I know the Cruz brothers. They won't give up. They're gonna find me and kill me!"

Horatio held his worried gaze. "No they're not. Paul. They have… "Horatio paused and looked down with narrowing eyes. "They have, much more to worry about than you. They're going to be sentenced this week and I get the feeling they're gonna get the death penalty as well."

"You really think so?" He asked unsure, troubled.

"I do." Horatio replied with a nod.

Paul shook his head. "Aren't you worried they'll come after you again? The judge too!" He stared at the redhead. "He has connections!"

Horatio smiled and chuckled. "It's all part of the job, Paul. We deal with threats every day." Horatio looked down in thought and nodded. "I say… Bring it on."

Paul blinked, stunned. "You're crazy," he muttered.

"Maybe," Horatio chuckled then placed a tender hand on Paul's shoulder. "I think… you should do your best to live your new life to the fullest, and not worry about them."

There was a soft knock on the door. The Marshal opened it. "You have five minutes, Donlan, then we're outta here."

"Okay," Paul answered and stood. He reached his hand toward Horatio and held his caring blue eyes. "I'll never forget you, and what you did for me. Thank you for caring, Horatio."

"Always." Horatio smiled and shook his hand. "Likewise Paul. You take care, my friend. And remember, I'm a phone call away."

"Will do," Donlan smiled and headed for the door. "Will you please tell Calleigh I said thank you?"

"I definitely will, Paul."

"Thanks again, Horatio," he said, heading out the door.

Horatio watched the Marshals escort him into the SUV. They pulled away slowly as the redhead quietly breathed.

"Godspeed, my friend."

TBC…

More fun to come... Evil grin. :o)

That's all I will say!