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**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

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SEQUEL TO: "Legacy Of Madness"

Lying in bed, Horatio stared out into the darkness of the room, the anticipation eating at him. He'd survived the drive down to the beach house and managed to function with the anxiety thrumming through his veins all the while waiting for the moment to slip away. Calleigh hadn't suspected anything, but she managed to keep him busy with unpacking and preparing for dinner.

Trying not to be so obvious, he kept his eyes on her, watching for the moment she'd begin to fade and when he unassumingly suggested an early night, he could see the relief in her eyes. He had been scared that she would want to sleep with him, but he was pleasantly surprised that she went into the guest room after saying good night. Now as he listened for the ambient sounds of the house, his hand slipped under the pillow and brought out the syringe and the packet, staring at it through the muted moonlight. A smile inched over his lips and he clutched the packet, getting up slowly. He had to be careful not to wake Calleigh or else everything would be for nil.

Walking slowly through the beach house, he made his way to the patio door and slipped out, the fresh sea breeze hitting him and giving him a new sense of purpose. Taking a seat on the chair, he pulled out the spoon and the lighter readying himself almost giddily. As he cooked the heroin, he glanced back at the door to make sure she wasn't coming, and then prepared the needle. Slipping his hand back into his pocket, he pulled out a long elastic band and tied off his arm, squeezing his fist to surge the blood forth.

Turning over in her bed, Calleigh stared out at the window, unable to sleep. Since coming to bed, she'd been lying there, her thought's going to Horatio. She'd missed being in his arms and being able to open her eyes and see him there. Sitting up in the bed, she looked towards the door, wondering if she should even try. Getting the courage up, she tossed off the sheet and got out of bed. Heading tot eh door, she went out and across to his room. Finding the door ajar, she slipped in, finding his bed empty.

A smile came to his face as he slipped the needle under his skin, pushing the drugs into his vein. Instantly, he began to feel lighter and taking the needle out of his arm, he untied the tourniquet and sat back, closing his eyes and letting the wave cover him. An easiness suffused him and he chuckled lightly, as the sensation of the breeze tickling at his body encased him. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out and then opened his eyes to see her staring back at him.

Moving through the house in search of him, Calleigh found herself in the living room. Seeing the patio door open slightly, she went over and looked out. Seeing him sitting with his back to her, she smiled and wet out. When she came to his side and could see what he was doing, anger pursed through her. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Horatio?" she asked as she moved forward and snatched the syringe from his hands.

"Relieving myself," he said slowly as he smiled. Raising his brows, he nodded, "It's just what I needed. I feel much…much better now." Laughing, he reached for her and her hand, "Just a little bit to help me."

Stepping back from him, Calleigh shook her head, "How could you do this, Horatio? You practically had this beat!" Running a hand through her hair, she glared at him, "Maybe it would be best for you to go to rehab…it's apparent you don't want my help."

"Rehab…that's gonna be great," Horatio said as he began to blink slowly. He smiled lazily and pointed, "You're…upset. I can see that clearly."

Making sure to stay back from him, Calleigh shook her head, "It figures you'd go and do something like this. So much for trusting you." Turning from him, she began to walk away and then turned back, "I'm calling the police and gonna let them deal with you and this shit."

Horatio tried to move but couldn't, laughing as he fell back against the chair. He watched as she stared at him with disgust and pointed again, "SEE! There it is! The way you really feel about me. I knew it was down there somewhere."

Fuming, Calleigh breathed out, "I loved you, you son of a bitch! But it's apparent you don't give a rats ass about me or our child!" Realizing what she'd said, Calleigh's breath hitched as she stared at him.

Horatio looked down and then slowly met her gaze, his brow crinkled, "You're having a baby? Congratulations…you and Speed will be happy."

"Dammit, it's not his…it's yours. Although right now I wish it was anyone's but yours." Turning to leave, she looked back at him, "You really know how to fuck things up, don't you?"

"Yes," he sighed heavily as he glanced away and shook his head, "I do. It's all I've done. Adrienne was right, I am pathetic."

Reaching for the door, Calleigh opened it and looked back at him, tears in her eyes, "No, you're not pathetic…but I thought you were a lot stronger. Guess I was wrong about you. Goodbye, Horatio. I'll be out of your hair in a few minutes." Going in, she closed the door behind her, her tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Calleigh, wait… Don't…don't go," Horatio called out as he tried to get up. Unable to stand, he called out to her retreating form, "Calleigh!"

Unable to look back at him, Calleigh kept walking, heading to her room. Going in, she turned on the light's and looked around. Going for her bag, she then placed it onto the bed and opened it. Starting to gather her belongings, more tears came, the knowledge that they would never be able to have a life together tearing at her.

Finally making it to his feet, Horatio stumbled through the door and looked around, slightly confused at his surroundings. Gaining his bearings, he headed for the guest room and leaned against the door, pounding on it, "Calleigh…you're not leaving me. Don't…don't."

Going to the dresser and pulling out her things, Calleigh took them back over to her bag and called out, "Go get high, Horatio. I don't want you near me or my baby."

"Calleigh…please," he pleaded as he pounded on the door more. He could hear her crying and he put his hand on the doorknob, "Calleigh…I'm…I'm sorry."

Rolling her eyes, Calleigh finished packing and slipped on her shoes. Getting her purse and keys, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Opening it, she found him leaning against the frame, his eyes dilated from the drugs, "If you were sorry you would never have done this." Pushing past him roughly, she began down the hall, "Have a good life with your drugs."

Falling against the door, Horatio watched as she moved through the darkened home and tried to follow her, his body seemingly not wanting to cooperate. Bellowing throughout the house, he held on to the door jamb, his heart starting to thump more, "CALLEIGH!"

Ignoring him, Calleigh threw open the front door and headed down the steps. Unlocking the car with her remote, she went to the back door and placed her bag inside. Closing it, she then got in behind the wheel, her hands shaking as she held the keys in hand. Looking back up at the house, she shook her head and then started the vehicle. Backing up, she then put it into drive and stepped on the gas, heading down the dirt drive leading towards the main road.

Horatio stood at the door and watched as the car meandered down the dirt path and held on to the sides of the door. When her lights disappeared into the darkness, Horatio slammed the door and then slid to the floor, cradling his head in his hands. The silence surrounded him and he suddenly felt the binds of loneliness as they took over. Looking out into the darkened house, his eyes slid closed and he allowed the darkness to invade him, settling over him like a thick blanket.

Driving down the road with Tim in the passenger seat, Calleigh held her head up with her arm that was resting on the door while her other remained on the wheel. The past couple days had been hard for her, the truth about the pregnancy being confirmed by her doctor. After confiding in Tim what had happened at the beach house finally, he'd agreed to go with her to get Horatio and bring him back so he could enter rehab.

Pulling off the interstate, Calleigh slowed the vehicle down as they headed for the town, "You sure you don't mind doing this, Tim? I mean, he thinks this baby is yours and will probably be pretty pissed seeing you."

"Well that's just going to be his problem," Tim said as he looked to Calleigh. He couldn't believe his eyes when she'd shown up at his door in the early morning, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Having had Alexx look after Emma, he traveled with her back to the beach house to collect Horatio and put him into rehab. Reaching for her hand, he squeezed it, "I hardly think he's going to do anything now that I'm here."

"Just…be careful, okay. He could still be strung out. I don't know if he had anything else…or even where he'd get it from." Thinking more, she shook her head, "No one's been there…I checked his room when we arrived to be sure."

Perplexed, Tim arched a brow, "And you're sure he didn't get it before you guys left? Do you recall where you went before leaving the city?"

"Just to the store and we stopped to get something to eat, but we didn't get out." Realizing something, she sighed, "Shit…I left him alone in the car when I went into Ocean. Before we got there he had his cell phone out. Dammit…he did it right under my nose."

Tim shook his head and chuckled slightly, "He's dangerous and clever. Which is why you should watch yourself in there, H is very resourceful." Noticing that they were getting closer to the beach area, he swallowed and then looked to her again, still astounded that she was pregnant, "How are you feeling right now?"

Turning onto the road that lead out to the area they needed to be in, she sighed, "Scared…hurt…disappointed. Other then that I'm fine." Glancing at him as they traveled the paved road, she shook her head, "Ask me later…it might be a different story."

Hearing her determination and smirked, "Wouldn't want to be the one who pissed you off. You know you're going to have to take it easy, right, Cal?" The steely gaze showed her determination and he squeezed her hand again, "Calleigh…you know you should relax."

"I'll relax when all this is over." Seeing the drive coming up, Calleigh slowed the car and then turned onto the sandy path. Taking it slow, she took in a deep breath to steady herself, "Cuffs are in the glove box incase you need them."

Tim leaned forward and opened the glove box, plucking a pair of cuffs out. Gathering them in his hands, he looked to see the house coming into view, shaking his head lightly. The beach house was quaint yet formidable, sitting in majestic solitude. Whistling, he chuckled, "That's his beach house? He's got it made, it's…nice."

Pulling up, she shut off the car and looked towards the house, "I'll wait out here. I really have no desire to talk to him."

Tim gave her a parting look before getting out and heading for the door. As he walked, he listened for anything that would tip him off as to what could be happening, not hearing anything. Moving slowly, he finally made it to the door, putting his hand on it and pushing. The door creaked open and he arched his brow at what he saw, disbelieving that this was the same house that he saw from the outside. Everywhere there was destruction and he looked around as he emerged fully, he saw the entire scope of it all.

"Damn," he whispered under his breath as he took in the over turned furniture and the shattered glass. Apprehensively, he called out, "H! It's Speed…C'mon, H, come out."

Sitting on the floor at the end of his overturned bed, Horatio stared at the picture in his hand. He'd taken it the last time him and Calleigh had stayed there, her smile shinning trough on that day. His heart ached for her now, even as his body trembled in need of the drug he'd come to love. When a voice broke the silence of the house, Horatio jumped slightly, recognizing it. Furrowing his brow, he reached for the gun next to him and cocked back the hammer.

Continuing to meander his way through the house, he called out again, "H, it's time to get you some help. This isn't like you in the least bit, Horatio."

Taking aim at the door, sweat dripped from Horatio's brow and he blinked hard. The anger in him made birth and he growled out, "Leave me the fuck alone, Speed. I'll fucking kill you."

Hearing his voice from the room, Tim turned his attention there and then moving slowly, Tim offered, "I'm not armed, Horatio. I'm just coming to talk, that's all." He placed his hand on the door and rested the other on the knob turning it slowly, "I'm coming in and we'll talk, okay, H?"

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK!" Horatio bellowed as he tossed the picture of Calleigh aside. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Opening the door more, Tim saw the gun trained on him and held up his hands, "H…I'm just here to talk. Everyone's concerned, Calleigh… she's out in the car. She's worried about you." Wincing slightly at the lie, he took a step forward and spoke calmly, as he took in his demeanor, "No one wants to hurt you."

"Calleigh isn't worried about me…she hates me!" Horatio growled out as he kept the gun trained on Tim. Holding the gun up more, he shook his head, "And I don't want to talk to you!"

Eying the gun, Tim nodded, "I understand, H. I just wanted to see how you're doing. Have you had anything since that night?" Tim could see the signs of withdrawal and sighed heavily, "Horatio, you need help. We can get it for you."

Clenching his jaw as his muscles began to spasm, Horatio's eyes crinkled at the pain as it coursed through him. Shaking more, he tried to keep the gun up, "Just…leave me…alone…" Unable to take anymore of the pain, he closed his eyes tight and his arms seemed to buckle under the weight of the gun.

Moving quickly, Tim took the gun from Horatio and put it behind him and then reached for the older man as he began to slide to the side. Holding him up, he spoke softly, "It's okay, H. We're going to get you some help, get you better." As he looked upon him, he saw nothing that remained of the proud Lieutenant, his body and mind being ravaged by the affects of the drug. Helping him up, Tim slapped the cuffs on him and then looked to him intently, "Sorry, H. It's for your own good."

Looking at the younger man as his body seemed to sway back and forth, Horatio shook his head, "She don't love me anymore, Speed…I lost her. I loose everything I love…"

"She does love you, H. You just have to find each other again. You need to get better so you can be there for her and…and your child."

A smug smile formed and Horatio shook his head, "It's not my kid…you know it's yours. You two were fucking behind my back."

"I haven't touched Calleigh, Horatio. She doesn't love me, we're just friends," Tim tried as he held Horatio up. "I don't know what's it going to take for you to understand that, but she's not pregnant with my kid, it's yours."

Laughing some, Horatio's knees buckled and Tim caught him. Giving the man a crooked smile, Horatio whispered, "It's okay to be in denial. I won't tell."

Becoming angry, Tim shook his head, "You don't know what you have, Horatio. You're wasting a wonderful relationship and killing a future with your family. Calleigh loves you, and it's tearing her apart to see you going through this. You're breaking her heart." Shuffling Horatio in his arms, he huffed, "Believe me, if she would have me, I would take her, I'd love and protect her, but…she loves you. She'll never love me."

Huffing, Horatio moved slowly with him as Tim began to walk, "I'm sure that'll change soon." As they moved into the hallway, Horatio stumbled some and slurred, "She…she's good in bed…you know that though…"

Ignoring the comment, Tim jostled Horatio and sighed, "You're stubborn and hard of hearing, you know that? Once you get yourself together, we'll find a way to get you some hard evidence to show you. But for right now, you have a choice, you can either come with us, or we'll have the cops transport you. It's your choice, H."

Not liking either, Horatio bit out, "Just leave me the fuck alone will ya? I don't need any of you."

"Clearly," Tim responded sarcastically as he moved toward the door. Stepping over glass, he sighed, "You went rock star on your place, H. It's thrashed."

Looking around some, Horatio laughed, "Then get to work, Speed. Clean this crime scene." Squinting as they neared the door, Horatio could see the car with Calleigh inside, "She don't need to be here. I repulse her."

"She loves you, H. She's just disappointed right now. But you can get yourself together and try again. She's going to have your baby, and you…you have to be there for her, Horatio. She's going to need you." Glancing up, he saw Calleigh's gaze trained on the house and sighed, taking a look around. Pulling him back to the banister that lined the front door, he unlocked the cuffs and slipped one around it. "Stay put."

Shaking his hand some, Horatio looked at him, "Where am I gonna go?" Laughing some, he whispered, "You tell your girlfriend I'll be along shortly."

Shaking his head, Tim left Horatio and then stepped outside of the door, heading for the car. He could see the longing in Calleigh's eyes and he exhaled heavily, hating what this was doing to his friends. Coming to her side, he bent and knocked on the window, waiting for her to roll it down. When she did, he glanced to the house, "He's restrained, but he's refusing to go either way. I say we call the cops and let them deal with him here." Reaching behind him, he showed the gun, "You could've told me that he had a piece. He had it trained on me when I went in."

Seeing the Glock, Calleigh shook her head, "I…I didn't know he had that here. He must have had it hidden." Looking towards the house again, she looked back at Tim, "If they take him he'll never work at the lab again, Tim. We can't let that happen to him."

"Cal, the house is trashed, and he's coming off of his high and into withdrawals. What are you planning on doing?" Tim arched his brow in irritation and trained his eyes on the house. He didn't trust Horatio at the moment and he was anxious to get back to him, "Cal, we have to do something, but in your condition…"

"Keep him cuffed and in the backseat. We need to be the ones to take him…and I'm fine, Tim. I might be pregnant but that doesn't mean I cannot drive." Raising a brow at him, she sighed, "Look, he would do the same for either of us…we at least owe it to him."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." Standing, he sighed heavily, "I'll go and get him. Can we at least knock him out, I seriously don't want to drive hours with him in the state he's in."

Pulling out some papers, Calleigh brought them up so Tim could see, "We don't have to. There is a really good one down here. I've already called and they have an opening and will take him."

"Alright, we'll take him there." Looking to her, he asked, "Are you sure you can do this? He's going to be in the backseat."

Nodding, she placed the papers back, "Keep him on the passenger side and I'll be fine. You uh…you might want to sit back there with him though."

"Any way you want to do this, Cal." Leaving the car, he went back into the house and crossed over to Horatio, uncuffing him from the banister and then cuffing him back, "Looks like it's time to go. Calleigh says there's a spot here at a local rehab center. We're going to take you in."

"Anything to get rid of me," Horatio replied as he cringed, another spasm hitting him again. Faltering, he leaned onto the wall and breathed heavily, "Just shoot me…put me out of my misery."

"There's not going to be an easy way out of this, Horatio. You're going to have to work for it." Pulling him off the wall, he heard him groan in pain and grimaced, "Sorry about that, H. You're going to go somewhere where you can be helped. You can get past this, I know you're strong enough."

"I'm weak…" Horatio said in defeat and closed his eyes as the pain grew. Feeling nauseous, he began to dry heave and then threw up bile that was on his stomach. The acidic taste made him gag again and more made way, out of him and onto the floor.

Tim moved quickly to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and then returned to him, wiping his face off. Concern laced his eyes and he asked lowly, "When is the last time you ate anything, H?"

Shaking his head slightly, the coolness from the cloth was refreshing to him. Swallowing, he whispered, "When…when Calleigh…cooked…"

Tim held him close to keep him from faltering and shook his head minutely, his voice strained, "Are you trying to kill yourself, H?"

Breathing heavily, Horatio looked at him, his eyes drooping, "I…don't deserve…to live…"

Seeing the need to move, he started off, taking most of Horatio's weight on him. Walking slowly, he stepped out onto the small porch, taking the time to close the door. Gathering himself, he pointed him to the car and started off again. As they walked, Tim encouraged Horatio each step of the way and held him close to make sure he didn't fall. Getting there, he opened the back passenger door and slipped him in, then quickly going to the other side to get in next to him. Once in he looked to Calleigh and nodded and then glanced to Horatio, noticing his stiffening demeanor.

Putting the car in reverse, Calleigh used the mirrors to guide her so she wouldn't have to look back towards Horatio. Turning the car around, she started down the drive, heading for the road. Turning the ac up some, she glanced to Tim in the mirror, seeing him attending to Horatio. Putting her eyes back on the road ahead of them, she placed a hand on her stomach, hoping and praying her child would never have to go through any of this.

Horatio's eyes drifted to her form as she drove, seeing the determination in her. She was stiff and refused to make eye contact and he sighed defeated and sat back roughly, "I've lost her, Speed. She can't even look at me."

Trying to ignore his comment, Calleigh kept her eyes forward, determined to get them there as quickly as possible. Turning onto the paved road, she took in a deep breath, the rehab center only fifteen minutes from there. Trying not to let her emotions come through, Calleigh took in another deep breath, hoping that for his sake, they would be able to help him.