A/N: I know this chapter is insanely short, but I promise the next chapter will be much longer. I hope you like it! Enjoy!
A few days later, Horatio was processing a crime scene in the "Little Cuba" district of Miami. A young woman had been savagely beaten and her home had been burglarized. Horatio had been there for most of the morning, and they were just finishing up the last of the evidence collection. He was fingerprinting the back door, when Eric came up behind him.
"H, you've been here for seven hours already," Eric said, "Why don't you go take a lunch break? Natalia and I can finish up here and take the evidence back to the lab. We'll meet you there when we're done."
Horatio straightened up and turned to face his co-worker. "Are you sure you guys want to finish it up all by yourselves?"
"H," Eric said, a slight smile on his lips, "I've been processing crime scenes for a long time, I can do it. Besides there's not that much left to do."
"Alright," Horatio said, putting his equipment back in its case, "I'll see you in about an hour."
Horatio loaded his kit into the back of the Hummer, climbed into the driver's seat, and turned the vehicle back towards the center of Miami. He had not gone very far when he noticed a bulletin board on the side of the road. Curious, he parked the car, and stepped out to take a look. It was a series of postings of hurricane victims.
He scanned the pieces of paper, looking for any sign of Ryan or Calleigh, knowing that it was very unlikely at this point, but still unable to stop the spark of hope that burned in his chest.
He was about two-thirds of the way through the postings when something caught his eye. He did a double take as a surge of excitement filled him. He tore the piece of paper off the bulletin board and looked at the black and white pictures again. Although they looked like they had been through hell and back, it was them, he was sure of it! He glanced down the paper for more information. A phone number jumped out at him, and with shaking hands, he dialed the number.
Several hundred miles away in a small Cuban hospital, a beautiful woman opened her sea green eyes.
A/N: Now that you know they both survived, it's time for your input into the story. Do you want to know Calleigh and Ryan's story about what they went through during the last month, or are you just happy with the way things are? If you want to hear their story, let me know and I'll have Calleigh tell H what happened. You input is what will make this happen, so review please!