Calleigh felt her heart break as she watched him place the single white rose on the grave.

She could see his hand trembling as he lightly brushed it over the rich dark wood. "I'm sorry, Jacob." He whispered, his voice graveled with emotion. An angry red gash held together with butterfly bandages ran at a sharp angle across the left side of his brow, the souvenir left from the boy's father taking a 2x4 to his head. "I was wrong." He looked out to the horizon and smiled sadly and she wondered who he searched for when his eyes wandered as they so often did to that place where time stilled for a moment before passing into eternity.

The graveyard was nearly empty now, the services having ended more than an hour earlier. Soon the diggers would appear to lower the coffin into the crypt and bury it leaving only a slight bump under thick grass to mark where a small boy who had suffered at the hands of the one who should have been his greatest hero would lay. She hovered in the shadows of the great oak trees that stood over the grave like guardians left by a watchful god giving him time and space to mourn. But she was there nonetheless ready to give him the strength he had unselfishly given her countless times over the years.

She stepped out of the morning shadows as he made his way across the cemetery. "Hi."

"I thought that was you lurking. What are you doing here?" He asked, his hands going to his hips, fingers tapping out a restless rhythm.

"She shrugged noncommittally, "I didn't want you to do this one alone. I guess I thought you might need a friend."

"More than you know." He said simply pulling the dark glasses from his face and settling them around his neck.

"I was going to pick you up but I was a little late getting to your house this morning and you'd already gone. Bad hair day."

Horatio smiled. "It's beautiful, as always."

"I wish you meant that."

"I do."

"Not my hair, the smile."

"Oh." He hung his head unable to answer.

"Horatio you did everything you could." She said, laying a hand on his arm, waiting for a response she knew wasn't coming. "But that doesn't help does it."

"Nope. No it doesn't."

They stood side by side at the low brick wall that separated the cemetery from the park beyond unable to find any words worth saying, the silence becoming a chasm she couldn't bridge.

"It's a beautiful day. I haven't seen the sky this blue in weeks." She said, breaking the silence with meaningless words. Her eyes wandered the cloudless sky the same intense blue his eyes used to be. A sob caught in her throat at the memory of those eyes that were now dull drown by sorrow and self doubt. Blue eyes that only days before overflowed with so much fire, so much magic that anyone who knew Horatio Caine feed like an addict off it.

'Whoever out there loves him,' she plead silently, 'help me. Help me bring the magic back.'

"Do you believe in me, Horatio?" She asked him suddenly.

"I went 800 miles and over two heads to get you." he replied in answer.

"Do you believe there's a heaven?"

"I believe in hell too."

"Come with me?"

"To heaven or hell?"

"I guess that will depend upon your perspective."