From here on out there will be brief smut scenes, but again nothing descriptive. Mostly just a "they made love" kind of thing. They last about three sentences at the most.

Chapter Seven: How to Have Your Life Destroyed by Your Past

"Where were you last night?" Lisa snapped as she followed Horatio through the forensics lab.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Lisa, give it a break!" Horatio hissed at her. "I'm not having an affair, no matter what you think I do when I'm alone!"

"I'm not concerned when you're alone," Lisa continued to interrogate him, "I'm worried when someone's at your house!"

"Lisa, Ryan and Eric are my friends!" Horatio snapped. "They've been like family to me for most of the last ten years of my life. I don't know why this is so hard for you to understand, but there's nothing going on between me and anyone at Miami Dade. Just get the hell over yourself!"

He slammed the door to his lab. He watched with a satisfied grin as Lisa stormed away once again.

"I'll get that woman to break up with me one of these days," he muttered to himself as he pulled on a lab coat.

"Or so you think," Marisol grinned from where she stood in the corner.

Horatio smiled at her and shook his head. "I should have known you were there," he said.

"What is she accusing you of now?" Marisol inquired as she watched him work.

"She thinks I'm having a gay relationship with Ryan or Eric or both," Horatio chuckled. "I can't seem to get her to understand that we're monogamous."

"Or so she thinks," Marisol grinned.

"Well as far as she knows my wife's dead," Horatio said. "As far as anyone knows you're dead."

Marisol sighed and looked at him with her brown eyes.

"No, Eric doesn't know I'm alive," she whispered.

"You haven't even told your own brother," Horatio said, the disappointment evident in his voice.

"No, I'm scared," she whispered.

"As you should be, Mari," Horatio said. He opened the door and left the lab.

Horatio walked through the charred building. It was all too familiar. He knew what had happened. He looked at the burn patterns and the center of the explosion. Seven dead bodies were scattered through out the building. He walked to the back of the building and watched as she ran away. He pulled his gun off his belt and fired twice, leaving two bullet holes in the back end of her car. Tires squealed as Horatio watched his wife speed away in the black car.

He copied the report he had made and carried it back to his desk. He unlocked a drawer and slipped the extra copy in. He locked it and made sure it was secure. Horatio sighed as he sat at his desk alone, hoping Marisol wouldn't find the extra copies.

"Something's bothering you," Eric quietly said as he and Horatio ate dinner alone in the restaurant.

"Nothing's wrong," Horatio whispered, "Everything's fine."

"No, something's wrong, H. I can tell. What's on your mind? You can tell me."

Horatio sighed and continued to stare at his food.

"I'm just under a lot of stress, that's all," Horatio whispered.

"The CIA's taking a bigger toll on you then you thought it would," Eric commented.

"Yeah, and this bomber's taking over my life. It's like she controls my every move. Just when I think I have her figured out she changes the rules. I can't figure her out and it's driving me crazy."

"Don't worry about it, H," Eric reassuringly said. "You'll catch him. You always do."

"That's what I'm most worried about," Horatio whispered so quietly Eric almost didn't hear him.

Horatio rolled around in his bed, making love to the only woman in his life that mattered to him. He held her soft body close, savoring the way her skin felt against his own. He thrusted tenderly and kissed her gently. She moaned lightly and raked her nails down his back.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered to her.

"Because I still love you," Marisol whispered in response. "And I know you love me, too."

Horatio screamed and kicked his desk when he found the drawer unlocked, his reports missing once again. He plugged in his USB drive. He knew there was no way it was possible. He shouldn't even have the memory card. It was against CIA regulations to take official documents from the building, but it was the only way he could guarantee she wouldn't alter his original reports.

"Damn it!" he yelled as he slammed his fist onto the desk. He ripped the USB drive from the computer, not even bothering to properly eject it.

He stormed through the building and up two floors. He found her sitting at the computer in her office. He slammed the door behind him and smashed his hands against her desk.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled at her.

Marisol looked at him with a blank expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said in an even tone.

"You're altering my reports!" Horatio hissed. "You keep removing the section of my report about the suspect fleeing the scene!"

"I told you I had to do it," she whispered.

"Marisol, you're interfering with a federal investigation! You can't alter my reports! I could get in major trouble for leaving out an important detail like this!"

"Even if it meant I would go to prison?" Marisol asked him, her eyes hard on his own.

Horatio stared at her, anger still burning through his cool blue eyes.

"I don't care what it would do to your life," he quietly hissed. "I care about saving the lives that you're destroying."