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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami/CSI: New York/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight

Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.

Atie has requested a Harry/Horatio pairing from CSI: Miami with "Jealousy"

It wasn't really avoidance if you thought about it. It was more... being needed in other places at the times when Horatio tried to locate him. Harry had so far succeeded in staying in places where Horatio had yet to go to because he knew that the older man had taken one of the police officers being overly-familiar to Harry, although Harry saw it as just being friendly, as an encroachment onto his territory. And now Harry was dashing from place to place working a case, keeping out of Horatio's line of sight as he did.

"Potter!"

Harry stifled a yelp and whipped his head round to stare up at laughing brown eyes. The black haired man took a panicked step back before realising that it was Ryan that had snuck up on him. With a glare, Harry straightened up, ignoring the now-laughing criminalist.

"God! You should have seen your face!" Ryan pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself down.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry scowled. "Laugh it up, chuckles."

"Oh, I will." Ryan grinned.

"Was there something you wanted." Harry asked instead.

"Huh? Yeah, actually," Ryan cleared his throat. "Firstly, I just want to say that I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Harry frowned, a feeling of dread curling in his stomach. "What did you do, Ryan?"

"Secondly," Ryan said, rubbing his hands together and ignoring Harry's question, "is that avoidance never sorted out anything."

"Ryan..." Now Harry was feeling anxious.

"And thirdly... he made me do it." Ryan glanced over Harry's shoulder and grimaced. "He wasn't too happy with your disappearing act."

"He?" Harry's voice came out more of a squeak. "He as in..."

"Me." A familiar deep voice rumbled from behind Harry.

Ryan gave Harry an apologetic look and nodded to the man standing behind the pale Harry. "See you later."

Harry glared murderously at Ryan as his friend beat a hasty retreat, leaving Harry with his angry partner. Harry stiffened when a hand clamped down on his shoulder and spun him round, the other hand coming up to grip Harry's chin and tilt it up sharply.

"You've been keeping yourself busy, Harry." Horatio stated, eyes dark and stormy.

"I'm working on a hot case." Harry bit the inside of his cheek. "And - And, Horatio?"

The older man backed Harry up against the latter's Hummer, boxing him in with no chance to escape. Harry licked lips nervously and stared up at Horatio through his lashes, waiting for him to do... something.

"You were being quite friendly with that officer earlier." Horatio commented, his body dwarfing Harry's slimmer frame as he leaned in. "And then you ran off. It's not acceptable."

"We were just talking." Harry defended, breath coming out in short gasps when Horatio moved impossibly closer. "That was all."

Horatio's lips brushed Harry's jaw, a hand moving down to hold the young wizard's hip. His thumb slipped underneath Harry's shirt to stroke the pale skin, receiving a shiver in response at the action.

"Horatio..." Harry trailed off with a shudder when the blue-eyed detective sucked at Harry's neck, drawing a whine from his throat. "We're on the clock."

"Eric has taken over your case, and I have free time." Horatio answered, trailing his lips to Harry's jaw.

Harry shivered and his arms reached up to wrap around Horatio's neck, arching up when fingers moved round to his lower back, pulling him closer to Horatio's body. Trying to focus through the haze that seemed to have cocooned Harry in.

"I thought he wasn't - wasn't working on the team anymore?" Harry forced his voice to remain steady, internally kicking himself when he didn't quite succeed.

"He's back." Horatio pulled back a little. "For good. Now, stop distracting me."

Harry barely had time to process the order before Horatio's lips met his in a fierce kiss. Whining, Harry clung tight to the other man and opened his mouth to let Horatio in, which the latter took advantage of as he delved in, briefly battling and dominating Harry's tongue. Keeping Harry blissfully distracted, Horatio groped for the handle for the car door, directing Harry a little to the left so that he could pull on the handle. With a quick maneuver Horatio backed away from Harry just enough to bundle him in the front passengers' seat. Still reeling from the kiss, and feeling a little dazed, Harry could only watch as Horatio made his slid behind the wheel.

"Uh, Horatio?" Harry asked hesitantly while Horatio reversed out of the parking space. "Where are we going?"

"Home." Horatio stated.

"Oh." Harry licked his lips nervously, shifting as he realised that later he wouldn't be able to comfortably sit down.

"I have made a few calls so no one expects us to be in for work tomorrow." Horatio continued.

"But we have open cases!" Harry exclaimed.

"The team will be able to deal with them." Horatio said, he glanced over at Harry. "It is also called having a sick day."

"A sick day?" Harry repeated.

"You're going to need it." The detective smirked.

Harry stared at his lover for a moment, feeling both excited and nervous at what was about to come when he and Horatio got back to their home.

:) One more prompt until I reach 100 chapters that I'll need to do. I hope you've all had a good Christmas!