Title: Lost and Found
Author: LiLAqUaMaRiE
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairings/Characters: Natalia Boa Vista
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drama, angst.
Word Count: 776
Summary: Natalia has a big problem; her ex-husband is back in her life again.
Note: This fic is a sequel to another fic I wrote "What She Deserves", so it is better to read that one to get a better understanding towards some references I made of it within this fic. As well, after watching the episode "If Looks Could Kill" I decided to tie in some of the events within that episode to my fic. Btw, does anyone know of Natalia's ex-husband last name? I don't' recall if they ever mentioned it or not. Never mind, I was just in formed that his last name is Townsend.

Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.
- 'Your Woman' by Whitetown

Chapter Four: The Chat

Nick Townsend was in the locker rooms meant for the CSI Cleanup crew, putting away some stuff. His shift for the day was about to start soon and he was getting ready for it. He shrugged off his suit jacket. He folded it and placed it within his locker; he paused for a moment as his mind started to wander. He was remembering the events that happened earlier in the day with his ex-wife.

He snorted softly to himself as he recalled her scared expression. How he loved tormenting her – in his opinion she was so easy to manipulate and control. All he had to do was say certain words and he had her in tears. That fact alone made him gleeful.

He loved the feeling of being in control, it was exhilarating. He also couldn't deny he loved Natalia, in his own way; lusted for her – she was above all very beautiful. And she was his; even if she didn't want to.

"Mr. Townsend?"

Nick broke away from his thoughts to glance at his side. Standing near the entrance to the locker room on his right was a tall, red-haired man. Even though the man was handsome looking, there were many lines etched on his face – some from age, some from the stresses of life. However, while his expression remained stoic, one could see that he was pissed off.

He closed the locker door before turning around to face the man. He nodded in greeting, "And you are?"

The man stared at him in the eye with a neutral expression before glancing down at the nearby floor as he spoke, "Lieutenant Horatio Caine of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab." He answered at the question.

Nick narrowed his eyes slightly. "Well, what do you want?"

"Mr. Townsend, I've come to talk to you about relationship with your ex-wife." Horatio responded evenly as he turned his face upward a bit to glance at the other man.

Nick raised an eyebrow slightly at the man. He rolled his eyes, "Is that right?"

Caine raised his head staring at the man before him with a serious look. "It is."

Nick snorted as he shook his head, "Well Lieutenant, I hate to burst your bubble but that's a private matter." Nick crossed his arms across his chest as he stared at Horatio in the eye. "So if I were you, I'd mind my own business."

Horatio glanced down again as his lips curved upwards slightly at the end at the comment. Slowly, he raised his head once more as he stared at Nick with hard eyes. "But Mr. Townsend, I do believe you're quite mistaken." He started to walk forwards, stopping in front of Nick before continuing, "You see, your business with one of the members of my team – is my business."

Nick's face changed to a harder look. "Well, well, well. It seems Natalia has gotten a guardian angel while I was away." His tone was mocking as he glared at the Lieutenant.

Caine didn't react towards Nick's comment; he just stared him down. "I believe she has, Mr. Townsend." He gave him an unfriendly smile, "And I advise you, if you know what's good for you to not go anywhere near her again."

"Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"I believe Mr. Townsend, I just told you."

Nick was angry now. No one came and ordered him around as if he was a puppet. Besides Natalia was his and no one was going to come and tell him he couldn't see her anymore. "Oh no, you don't! Natalia's mine. You got that buddy? Mine." He glared harder at Horatio. "So not you, or anyone else from your little team is going to tell me what to do and what not to do with her."

Throughout it all, Horatio stood still staring at the man before him. He shook his head for a moment, "I'm sorry to hear you feel that way Mr. Townsend. But I must inform you – mess with Natalia and you're messing with one of my own." He pulled out a pair of sunglasses from one of his suit pockets, "And messing with one of my own, is messing with me." He put them on casually, ignoring the shocked and angered man before him as he turned around, heading towards the doorway – exiting. He paused for a moment as he was almost out of the room; he turned around to glance back at a pissed off Nick.

"I really hate it when someone messes with me." With that he turned around, exiting the room before a speechless Nick could even attempt to respond back.