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

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SEQUEL TO: "Legacy Of Madness"

Horatio shuffled to keep up with Tim as he led him through the doors of the rehab facility, watching Calleigh as she walked with a firm gait ahead of them, her eyes devoid of any emotion. The ride to the facility was laced with thick silence- silence he knew he deserved. He'd made a mistake and in making that mistake, he drove her away, the realization coming on the heels of knowing he couldn't score any more heroin to maintain the high. In a flurry of fury and despair, he tore through his beach home without any regard and settled in the room to die. He wasn't expecting to see Tim and he definitely didn't suspect that Calleigh would care enough to get him into a program. Their concern started to clear the haze he was in, and he sighed heavily beginning to feel the effects of his guilt.

Breathing heavily, he stopped and then looked to Tim with reproach, "Speed…give me a second will ya?"

Hearing the request, Calleigh continued on to the front desk and looked to the man sitting there. Pulling out what they'd need, she handed it to him, "Hi, I'm Calleigh Duquesne. I called yesterday about getting my…friend into rehab here…Horatio Caine."

Looking to the female in front of him, Harry Stanton, he smiled and eased forward, then glancing behind her to see two males, one in hand cuffs. Arching a brow, he smirked, "Your friend's in hand cuffs, you know that right?"

"I know. It was for both our and his own protection. Don't worry, we have the keys to them," she replied softly. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her weight some, "So, is there any paperwork I need to fill out?"

Gathering the packet, he pushed it forward and smiled warmly, "Yes, there is and by the way, the name's Harry. I'm the administrator here." Smiling he nodded towards the hallway, "Staff's on break so I'm manning the office. We'll process him and then get him into a room. When's the last time he used and does he have anything on him?"

Unsure, Calleigh shook her head, "Honestly, I don't know. We came up from Miami…and when I left him a couple days ago he was as high as a kite. But, I don't think he has anything on him. He seems to be going through detox again."

"Again." Harry looked to the disheveled red head and shook his head, "Not your first time to the part, chief? How long have you been using?" Seeing the outright defiance, Harry chuckled, "You know, it's not going to hurt to speak, actually, it's really easy and it's going to go a long way to help you. So, like to try it again?"

Horatio sighed heavily and looked away, the images of Adrienne with the needle assaulting him. "Three to four days. No breaks. And then again when I got out of the hospital. That didn't last very long."

Turning and starting the paperwork, Calleigh sighed and pushed her hair back from her eyes. Trying not to focus on what they were saying, she concentrated on the questions. Finding some she didn't know the answers to, she skipped over them, deciding to let Tim find out the answers from them.

"Good, so we're getting somewhere. You haven't been at it long, but as you already know, heroin's highly addictive, so we're going to get clever on how to get you over this." Looking to them all, Harry leaned back and crossed his arms, "We have a strict no tolerance policy- caught using and you're out. We have a curfew, and everyone, I mean everyone goes to group. No one's too good to get it all out. After four weeks, we'll do an assessment to see where we're at."

"Four weeks?" Horatio asked exasperated. He looked to Tim and then back to the burly administrator and cringed, "Four weeks locked away…Will I be able to have visitors?"

"Yes, but not in the first week. You need to get acclimated and the fewer distractions the better." Getting up, he glanced to Calleigh and saw the blank look and shook his head, "It's going to give you time to start thinking about the people you've hurt."

"There's not enough time in the world for that," Horatio grumbled as he shifted his weight.

Looking to Harry, Calleigh shifted her weight again, "Is there anyway he can use an alias while he's here? Reason being, he's got a lot of enemy's out there that wouldn't waste anytime to try to get to Horatio."

"Sure, pick anyone you want. We have a airtight disclosure policy though. No one but the treating doctor, family and myself knows any personal information about a patient. There are strict laws against that."

"Okay, good." Chancing a glance at him, she sighed, "What do you want your name to be in here, Horatio?"

Feeling her unaffected gaze, he shook his head, his tone bordering on insolent, "How about jackass. That's what I'm known for right? Or maybe fuck up perhaps?"

Getting aggravated, slammed the pen down and turned to him, "Look, you might not care what happens to you but some of us do. Now stop being an ass and help yourself here."

"Fine, how about Ray? "

"Ray will do just fine." Moving away from the counter, Harry came around and surveyed the tall red head, "You'll bunk with one other person, and make nice. We're not tolerant of trouble makers."

"Meaning, you can't kick someone's ass for just looking at you, H," Tim interjected as he leaned toward him. He met Calleigh's intense gaze and shrugged his shoulders, "What?"

Pursing her lips, Calleigh turned back to the paperwork, "Ray Lancaster. Remember that, Horatio." Finishing up the papers, she handed then to Harry, "I'll be close in case you need any more information or he gives you a hard time. My contact information is on there, as is Mr. Speedle's."

"Good. I don't think that we're going to have problems, are we, Ray?" Ignoring that Horatio was not responsive he turned to the duo and started walking, "If you want, we can get a sense of where he'll reside."

Glancing at Tim and seeing him nod, Calleigh began to follow Harry. Walking towards a set of locked double doors, she asked, "Will he be prescribed medications while he's here? The doctor in Miami had given him a prescription before we left."

"Yes, we'll asses and then go from there. He'll go through a physical so we can see exactly what we're working on. We take care of our own, Ms. Duquesne."

Waiting as Harry slid a card through the electronic lock, she stepped back as the door opened and then flowed him through with Tim and Horatio behind her. Looking around some, she inquired, "So, besides the meeting he has to attend, what else will there be for him to do? He doesn't like just sitting around."

"He'll be going to therapy. We're going to find the reason why he medicates. And, he'll be busy with volunteer work, but that won't start until his third week. The first two weeks we'll work on him," Harry said as he looked back at them.

"So you know, this addiction wasn't one he started himself. He was kidnapped and forced to take them while he was being held. He was also severely beaten and put through emotional abuse as well," Calleigh said as they continued to walk. "He'd never touched drugs before then…he was totally against them as a matter of fact."

"Well, that's a horse of a different color. It makes thing…interesting. The heroin is acting like a pain reliever instead of something he wants to do." Seeing her expression he explained, "He was forced on the stuff, after being beaten and emotionally abused. He seeks heroin to medicate the pain. Once there's a taste, however, it's over from there. The addiction is tight. We're just going to have to find a way to steer him away from the pain."

Coming to a room, they stopped and Calleigh looked around some, seeing numbers on the doors, "Is there anything he is allowed to have while he's here? Besides his clothes that is?"

"He's allowed to have books, that's just about it. No outside medication whatsoever. If he has a headache, our med tech will get him something for it. He needs to focus on himself while he is here. Little to no distractions if possible."

"Okay. What about toiletries? Electric razor…toothpaste…things like that?" she asked, knowing she'd have to go back to the house to collect them and his clothes.

"Oh yeah, he can have that. No straight razors, okay? We learned the bad way not to have those around. Our goal is to bring him back in the most comfortable way possible. He is allowed to have pictures of family members and loved ones." Looking back, he spoke, "You have a big family, Ray?"

Horatio almost forgot his new name and then sighed, "What you see is what you get, Harry. It's just me."

Harry nodded as he pursed his lips and then gestured to Calleigh and Tim, "Not necessarily true, Ray. You've got these two. They obviously care for you enough to get you here, so let's start from there, okay?"

Lowering her eyes to the floor, Calleigh then took in a deep breath and looked at Harry, "I'll have to bring his things by later, if that's okay. We didn't bring anything along being he needed to get here as quickly as possible."

"You'll have to leave them with me. After you leave him here today, you won't be able to see him again for another week. So….I guess," Harry said as they came to another bank of doors, "this is where you say good bye. The residential halls are beyond this door, and you can't have access until he's completed a week."

Horatio looked to Tim and then to Calleigh, pleading with his eyes, but then just nodding, "I guess I'll be seeing you. Maybe I'll be able to hold my head up when talking to you again, Calleigh."

Unsure of what to say, Calleigh looked to Tim, seeing his nod and then to Horatio. As much as it hurt her to leave him there, she knew it was for the best. Biting her lip, she took in a deep breath, her voice coming soft "Take care, Horatio. Do what they say and let them help you being we can't."

As they turned to walk toward the door, Horatio held up his still cuffed hands, "Um…I need the keys."

Tim went into his pocket and grabbed the keys, tossing them to Harry, "Take it easy, H."

As they walked toward the door, Harry sighed and started to unlock Horatio's cuffs, "Now if ever there was a reason to get better, those two are. You realize you're lucky, right?"

"I suppose," Horatio sighed heavily, watching as they disappeared down the corridor. He was now on his own and it was up to him to make the best of it and get better.

Walking down the hallway with his hands in his pockets, Tony Wiser nodded to the few people he passed as he headed towards his room. Stopping suddenly, he began to count softly as he closed his eyes, the numbers running front to back over and over. Without warning, he stopped just as suddenly as he started and began to walk again. Whistling as he went, he went to his room door and went inside.

Going straight to his foot locker, he didn't notice the other person in the room with him that was sitting on the bed. Getting out a pack of smokes, he went over to the window and opened it. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of matches, he noticed movement out the corner of his eye and jumped. Staring at the red head sitting on the bed, he looked around the room before looking back at him, "Who…who the fuck are you, man?"

Horatio glanced to him briefly before letting a breath escape, "Apparently, I'm your new roommate. Ray Lancaster. I just got here today."

Eying him nervously, Tony's hands shook from his withdrawals and he stayed back, "What you in for, man?"

"Heroin," Horatio looked to see him shaking and gestured with a nod, "You?"

"You name it, I've done it," Tony said and then pulled out a match. Striking it, he lite the cigarette and took a long drag before blowing the smoke out the window. "You smoke?" he asked offering him one out the pack.

"No," he answered back as he felt his leg jumping. He watched the guy intently and then shook his head, "How long have you been here?"

Taking in another drag, Tony sighed wearily, "Two fuckin' weeks. My old lady had me admitted when she found me passed out and half dead in the bathroom." Shaking his head, he snickered and sighed, "Never knew she cared so much."

Horatio watched as the young man smoked and blew it out, "My girlfriend left me and came back with a friend and handcuffed me." He didn't want to get into it about Tim's presence and he shook his head, "They couldn't handle me, I suppose."

Twitching some, Tony reached for a chair and pulled it over, "The councilors say if they bring us here it's cause they care. Personally, I think there full of shit…but, that's just me." Taking another drag, he then flicked the ashes towards the window, "How long you been usin'?"

Rubbing his neck roughly, Horatio bit his lip and shook his head, "Three to four days before getting caught with it two days ago. They don't understand… I needed it…" Scratching at his arm, he shook again, "My girlfriend's pregnant, she says that it's mine, but she's been with someone else. They put me here to get rid of me."

"Bummer, dude," Tony replied as he shook his head. Holding the cigarette at the corner of his lips, he nodded to Horatio, "My best advice…get one of those um…uh…paternity test things done. Prove she's lying."

Horatio thought about it and nodded standing slowly, "She keeps saying that they are just friends, but I can see differently." Wincing in pain, he could feel the need roaring within him and groaned, "What do you do all day? You gotta do something to keep your mind off of it."

Putting out his smoke, Tony pointed to him and then the door, "They have a gym for us here…but, we're supervised. Then there's the library and of course group which we have daily." Smirking, Tony got up and went to his footlocker and opened it. Finding what he wanted, he closed it back and tossed the magazine over to Horatio, "I've got a buddy who got me that and several others like it. It uh…helps pass the time."

Horatio smirked and leafed through the magazine and then chucked it back at him, "Good to know, but I have a good memory. The last woman I was with…" Laughing, he held his stomach, "Do they ever give us any time to ourselves? I mean, I know right now, but…you know…if someone comes?" He thought of who he could get to come down and then looked to Tony again, "This doesn't look as if it's so tough on security."

Shaking his head, Tony walked to the window and looked out, pointing, "They got hidden camera's all around to monitor the place. No one comes in or out without them knowing about it." Turning back to Horatio, he chuckled, "But, if you're looking for a good time with you're girl…let me know and I'll make sure to stay out the room for awhile."

"I'll keep that in mind." Becoming agitated slightly, Horatio stood abruptly and stumbled, "What are we supposed to be doing now? I can't just sit here…" Even as he said that, he eyed the door and then looked back to Tony, "Two weeks…is it working for you?"

Going towards him some, Tony shrugged, "Well, I ain't stumbling around like you are, am I?" Smiling some, Tony nodded to the door and went for it, "Come on, I'll show you around, man. Introduce you to some of the cooler peeps here."

Following Tony out into the corridor and asked, "They let us mingle on our own?"

"In certain area's." Glancing down to his wrist, Tony pointed to the wrist band Harry had placed there on Horatio's arm, "See that, yours is yellow, means you cannot have visitors yet, and you'll be having bed checks along with piss tests every day. Don't worry about that though, the nurse that does those is smokin' hot. Gave me a boner the whole week I had to go see her."

Horatio smirked and licked his lips, "Did she…ah…help you out with it?"

"I wish," Tony smiled. "Had to go jack off in the bathroom afterwards. Nope, she's married and apparently faithful…but damn, hot as hell. You'll see what I mean." Pointing to one of the rooms they were passing, Tony whispered, "That's Gary Evans in that room. Stay the hell away from him if you ever come across him. He's bordering nuts."

Horatio gazed at the room as they passed it and asked, "What's the deal with him? What did he do to get here?"

"Alcohol, drugs…you name it…only worse then me. He'd been doing it for years. Plus he has flashbacks sometimes. That's why you need to just stay away from him. From what I've heard, they're trying to find a place to take him. He's too much of a threat to everyone here," Tony said as they kept walking. Taking another hallway, he pointed to another room with several people in it, "That's the art center…if you like that type shit. Me, I can't draw a stick figure."

Intrigued about Gary, Horatio shook his head and frowned, "There's no fucking way." He looked a head and saw a group of people heading for the doors, "Where are they going?"

"Ah, that's one of the group therapy sessions. If it's really nice out, sometimes they let us have them outside. It's cool and all…least I can smoke then." Going to one of the hall windows, he pointed across the way, "Over there is the cafeteria. Food's pretty good. Beats hospital food, that's for sure."

"I wouldn't know, I didn't eat when I was in the hospital. Do they make you eat here?" Horatio looked around to see most of the people they pass, staring at him. He leaned in and asked, "Is there something on my shirt? Why are they staring?"

Chuckling some, Tony shook his head, "You're the new guy. Don't let it bother you, man…they are harmless for the most part." Putting his hand up and stopping them both, Tony pointed down towards the end of the hall, "Now, take a look at that babe and tell me she's not hot."

Horatio followed Tony's sights and gulped at the sight of the woman, licking his lips absently. He grinned as he felt the flush of arousal and then coughed, "Who…who is she?"

"Nurse Claire Roberts…the hottest thing on a pair of leg's. She was the one I was tellin' you about, dude. Instant boner material, huh?"

Barely hearing Tony, Horatio nodded and continued to stare blatantly, taking in the woman's slim form. Her long dark hair contrasted nicely with her pale skin and he could see from where he was standing, that she had alluring pale blue eyes. Catching her eyes, he smiled at her and was somewhat surprised that she smiled back and even more so as she began to approach.

Licking his lips and smoothing back his hair some, Tony cleared his throat and turned some, "Oh I'm gonna be hitting the bathroom again soon."

Seeing the red head and not recognizing him, Claire figured he was the new guy that Harry had told her about. Coming to him and Tony, she gave Tony a smile and then looked at the red head, "Hi, I'm Claire Roberts…you must be our new resident…Ray, correct?"

"Yes, Ray Lancaster," Horatio responded smoothly. He smiled and glanced down at the floor before retaining eye contact with her, "You must be the nurse that I've heard so much about." Hearing Tony groan, he snickered, "And may I add, I've heard nothing but good things about you."

Giving him a smile and glancing at Tony, Claire looked back at him, "Well, I hope so." Tilting her head, she looked over at Tony, "Tony, could you give me and Ray a few minutes please? Ray, if you will follow me, I have a test you need to do."

Raising his brow, Tony looked at Horatio, "Have fun, man. I'll meet you back in the room."

Horatio nodded and ran a hand through his hair and followed Claire as she led him down the corridor. He watched from behind as she walked, her hips swaying slightly and he shook his head. When they stopped at her office, she opened the door and he entered turning just as she closed the door.

"I didn't think I'd have to test so quickly. I just got here," Horatio said as he looked to her. He couldn't help the smile that rode his lips and he rubbed his neck, his eyes roving over her body.

"All new residents must be tested upon entering rehab." Going over and getting a new file and paperwork, she wrote down his name. "Okay Ray, just a few basic questions…" Sitting own at her desk, she motioned for him to sit in the other chair. "I need you age, height and the last time you used and what you used."

Starting off with the basics, he sighed, "I'm fifty one, six feet tall and I used heroin two days ago. Prior to that, I was using for three or four days straight with no rest."

Nodding as she wrote, she then looked at him, "And before that three to four days…how long had you been using?"

"Never," he answered as he looked away. The thoughts came and he readjusted himself to get comfortable, "I tried to stay away from anything addictive, my family…"

Understanding, Claire continued to write, "So addiction runs in the family then? Okay, well…" Getting up, she got her blood pressure pump and stethoscope and went over to him, "I need you to roll up you sleeves so I can check your arms and take your blood pressure."

Rolling up both his sleeves, Horatio offered his arms to her, "See, no fresh track marks.'

Looking at them and then to him, she smiled, "I'll have to check your feet next too." Placing the blood pressure cup into place, she then put the ends of the stethoscope into her ears. Pumping up the cuff and taking his vitals, she then peeled it off, "Well, your blood pressure is slightly elevated which comes from withdrawals as is your heart rate." Stepping back, she motioned to his shoes, "If you would remove them and your socks please."

Doing as he was told, Horatio took off the socks and waited as she inspected his feet. When she was done, he asked, "So…everything on the up and up, Claire?"

"So far…" she replied as she wrote a few notes onto the paper. "Okay, if you will stand up and get on the scales. I need to get your weight also." When he got on, she logged in the information, writing it down and went over to the cabinet. Getting out a specimen cup, she went back to him and pointed to the corner of the room, "Behind the curtain please. I need a urine sample."

Horatio chuckled as he took the cup in hand, "You mean go and find a bathroom, don't you?" The stoic expression taunted him and he glowered, "You don't expect me to do a piss in a cup in front of you, do you?"

Raising a brow, Claire looked at him, her head tilted slightly, "Mr. Lancaster…trust me when I say you have nothing I haven't seen on other men before. Now, there is a urinal behind the curtain…so you can finish when you're done filling the cup."

Glaring at the shapely nurse, Horatio sighed heavily and started for the curtain. Never had he felt as embarrassed as he did at that moment. His mind recalled all of the investigations he had been apart of, and all of the suspects he helped bring down. He couldn't help but correlate the feeling of victory in solving a crime with the shame he now felt being treated just as he had treated suspects.

Finishing the sample, Horatio stepped from the curtain and returned back to Claire, handing it over, "It's clean."

Placing a set of gloves on, she took the specimen cup and went over to the sink. Opening the cup, she got a small plastic strip and dipped it into the urine. Bringing it out, she then watched as it turned colors and glanced to him, "You can put your socks and shoes back on now, sir." Writing down the results, she then took the cup back over behind the curtain and flushed it down the urinal. Tossing the cup in the trash, she stripped off the gloves, "Okay Mr. Lancaster, your urine shows there is still a trace of the drug in your system…which would be normal being you last used two days ago."

"Yeah, just a trace," Horatio said as he licked his lips. Staring blankly, he licked his lip and then came to himself, frowning, "Is that all, can I go now?"

Turning to him, Claire nodded, "Yes. But I'll need to see you back in here in the morning…nine am please. All I'll need to do is check your BP again and get another urine sample." Seeing his look, Claire tilted her head slightly, her voice becoming soft and understanding, "Mr. Lancaster, all new residents have to go through this. Please don't think you're the only one."

Disbelief ran through him but he shook it off and smirked, "As long as you're the one administering the tests, it's fine by me." Giving her a wink, he opened the door and walked out, taking a look around. The surroundings were unfamiliar and he didn't see Tony. Deciding to go about it on his own, he left the door and started walking, taking in his environment. For the most part, the place was quiet, save for the few people that passed by. He would be happy if he could last his stay here without having to interact with anyone as far as he was concerned.

Stopping at a window, the presence of the bars that were attached on the outside of the windows wasn't lost on him and he sighed heavily as he stared out into the blue skies, the doubt and the cravings hitting him all at once. He was alone and addicted, something he'd never thought he'd find himself. As his body began to tremble, he groaned and leaned more against the window, just wishing, at this point, that he could die.