A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I'm finally moved in now and I've had time to work on the story. Hopefully I'll be able to post a chapter a week from now on, at least that's what I'm aiming for. Thank you so much for all the reviews; its you guys that keep me going! Enjoy!

The week passed fairly quickly, it seemed that the criminals of Miami had taken the week off, allowing the CSIs a well deserved break. Horatio was at the kitchen table reading an article about tropical storm Carmen, when the phone the phone rang. "Horatio." Horatio answered, calmly. "Hi H," a familiar voice answered, "Calleigh just asked me to call you to see if you could take the kids at 2 instead of 3. She wants to make sure we have plenty of time to catch our boat." "Sure Ryan," Horatio said smiling, "See you at 2 then." "Thanks again for everything, we really appreciate it." Ryan said. "Anytime" Horatio said before hanging up the phone. He looked at his watch; only six hours until the kids arrived. He had a lot to do.

Horatio had just finished fluffing the last pillow in the girls' room when the doorbell rang. He hurried down the stairs and opened the door. Outside stood the Wolfe family, the three youngest members carrying duffel bags and pillows. Before Horatio could open his mouth in greeting, a little pink blur had wrapped herself around his legs. He grinned and bent down to pick up the little girl. "Hi Kelsi," Horatio said, "How are you?"

"Great!" the four year old answered. Kelsi was the youngest of the Wolfe children and possibly Horatio's favorite, if he would ever admit to it, that is. She had her father's unruly brown hair and her mother's green eyes. Although she had inherited her mother's natural beauty, Kelsi loved nothing more than running around playing sports and getting dirty, much to her mother's chagrin. "Guess what Uncle Horatio?" she said, nearly bubbling over, "I get to spend three whole days at your house!"

Horatio chuckled. "I know," he said, turning his attention from his goddaughter to the others on the porch.

Josh Wolfe was now almost thirteen and was every bit his father's son, from his deep brown eyes, to the way he stood and talked. Josh was brilliant, as well as athletic, and his parents hoped that he would one day continue the family tradition and become a CSI.

Next to Josh stood eight year old Emily. Emily, with her shoulder length blond hair and sea green eyes, looked like a miniature Calleigh, and she acted like her too. Not only had she picked up her mother's love for guns, but, somehow or another, she had even managed to pick up her mother's distinctive southern accent.

Horatio smiled and invited the family in.

"Here's a list of emergency telephone numbers, and a list of the kid's doctors, in case something happens. If you have a problem, I'll have my cell phone turned on most of the time." Calleigh said, handing Horatio a stack of papers, "The kids have some homework, so make sure that gets done before they go out playing and make sure they brush their teeth before they go to bed, and.."

"I know Cal, I know," Horatio said stopping her mid-sentence, "Trust me, they're in good hands."

Calleigh smiled as Ryan came up behind her and put his arm around her waist. "We'd better be going if we want to catch our boat, Cal." he reminded her gently.

"I know," Calleigh said sighing. Both Ryan and Calleigh hugged each of their children in turn and said their goodbyes, promising that they would bring the kids back something from the trip. Everyone stepped outside onto the front porch and they all waved as Calleigh and Ryan got into their car and drove off. Little did the Wolfe children know that it might be the last time they would ever see their parents again.

A/N: So what do you think? Reviews are most welcome!

P.S. CBS has just posted the "trailer" for next season's first episode of CSI:Miami on their website. It looks totally awesome!