"You don't have physical evidence! You can't keep him in here!" Rebecca Nevins spoke angrily to the homicide detectives.
"Alright, take him out of here," one of them replied smiling, "but it's not over yet!"
Rebecca nervously nodded her head and started leaving.
"Tell him to hand over his badge and gun!" another detective called behind her.
-flashback-
"If I figure out that you're holding information from me on this, Rick..."
"This is about me dating your brother's wife, isn't it?"
"No, this is about your desire to destroy a man's reputation! That's what this is about!"
-end of flashback-
"Do you want to eat or drink something? We can go to my place." Rebecca asked, breaking the silence that was less deadening and more embarassing as they were walking out of the building.
She waited for him to answer but he only stared silently at the ground.
"Horatio..." she began to repeat but stopped when he took a breath to speak.
"Rebecca, you may not be aware but there is so much going on. There's a killer out there we have to catch."
"Yeah, I know," she smiled, "But you don't have to. That's not your task!"
"And that's the point, Rebecca! I've just lost my job!" he burst out unexpectedly.
"N..No..." she bewildered to his reaction, "That's just for a while.. Until they clean your name.. You know that!"
Horatio saw her questioning expression and realized that he had overreacted.
"I'm sorry. I have to go." He said shortly, looking down at the ground and turned around to leave.
"Okay, see you at night then!" she spoke again, watching him leaving.
He stopped walking and turned back to face her after a hesitation. He shook his head no, and kept walking away.
"He used gloves," Calleigh spoke, bagging the bloody letter opener, "there's no fingerprint on it."
"And how do you know it was a he?" Eric asked.
"I don't.. Just guessed it" she smiled.
"You know we have nothing to do with the word guess. When I see it, I belive it!" he smiled back.
"Okay.. So I belive that Horatio is coming over here!"
"Where?"
"Look!" she pointed the man getting off a cab outside.
"So they cut him loose, that's something!" Eric sounded pleased.
"Yes, but he can't enter the crime scene" Calleigh kept on investigating. Eric looked at her, slightly annoyed by her words,
"Something you wan to tell me?" he asked worried.
"Like what?"
"Like you think H did it.."
"I... I don't know, ok? We need evidence to tell who did it, Eric." Calleigh answered.
"Come on, this is H we are talking about here!"
"Yeah! I know.. I know," she slowly stood up, "It's just... You know the letters C,A,I.. and Horatio's key holder.. and he had a motive, right? Stetler treated Yelina roughly!"
"I can't belive that you've just said you think H is guilty!" Eric shook his head.
"Look, I'm tired, shaken and sad. I can't think straight. All I know is that he is not allowed to come here Eric. Talk to him, please?" she spoke, looking at him with demanding eyes.
"Alright!" Eric agreed and made his was outside to find Horatio.
He stepped in front of the door, deliberately calming himself down, took off his sunglasses and slowly put out his hand to the bell and rang. Half a minute later he rang again. He was just raising his hand to the bell again when the door was opened.
-flashback-
"Well, it looks like you didn't need me after all."
"That's not true, and that will never be true."
-end of flashback-
"Hi!" he smiled slightly.
"Hi," she replied looking down, "what are you doing here?"
"Uh.. Just stopped by to see how you are." Horatio said, trying to find somewhere to put his hands. Finally they ended up on his waist. He looked at her awkwardly.
"We're fine!" she shot back.
"Yelina, can't we just talk about it?"
"I don't want to talk now Horatio," She replied with empty eyes and a cold voice, "I'm too tired to talk."
"Okay," he smiled again, stepping back. "if you change your mind, you know where I live."
Then he simply left. She watched him walking at the street, taking a cab and disappearing through the twilight. Then she closed the door.
That night Horatio was at his home, thinking about the day, sipping his black coffee when the phone rang.
"Hello?" he spoke through the speaker.
"Horatio, this is Yelina!" came the answer from the other side of the line.
"Oh, Yelina, hi!"
"Hi.. Well I was just wondering if there's any chance if Ray Jr. could be over there with you?" her voice was worried.
"No, he's not here!" he replied, "Yelina, what's going on?"
"He went for a walk but never showed up again. I don't know where he is!"
"Okay, you just stay there. I'm coming!" he said and hung up the phone hastily, before he made his way out.