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

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SEQUEL TO: "Legacy Of Madness"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Horatio held a picture of Calleigh in his hands, staring at it for long moments. After exploring the facility more, he had come back to see a small box on his bed, only to find it filled with his toiletries and a few personal items. Coming upon a forensic journal, he had tossed it to the floor in anger, glancing down to see something next to it. Picking it up, he read the note that was written in her hand and exhaled heavily, sitting down. Turning it over, he stared at the picture of her smiling and felt a warmth bloom in his chest then falter at the thought of her and Tim.

"She's where she needs to be," he grumbled as he bent for the disregarded journal and slipped the picture in before setting it back into the box. At the moment, he didn't want anything that reminded him of his life before the addiction took over. Finishing putting away most of his things, he heard the door open and looked over to see Harry coming in with a clip board and sighed heavily. He hadn't had much interaction with the administrator, but from the initial meeting, he knew he was going to have to be on his toes with him.

"To what do I owe this visit, Harry? I've done everything I had to do," Horatio said smugly.

Closing the door behind him and smiling some, Harry sighed, "I know you have…Lieutenant." Seeing the look in Horatio's eyes, Harry held his hands up, "Please, let me explain." Going over and getting the chair Tony had at the window, he brought it over and took a seat. "I recognized you when your friends walked you in here. I've seen you on TV plenty of times to know who you are, sir…and your secret is safe with me. I was coming to see how you're adjusting to your accommodations here."

Horatio shook his head and smirked lightly, "My accommodations are just fine. I would like to have a room to myself, but seeming as if that's not going to happen, I'll deal with my friend Tony." Taking a seat, he scratched at his arm and frowned as he felt his muscles seize, shaking his head, "Are you really the only one who knows who I am? My treating doctor won't know?"

"No one but me knows. That is how it is with any patient that comes in here under an alias. Personally, it's no one else's business." Crossing one leg over the other, Harry looked to Horatio, "But, right now I think Tony will be good for you to be around. He's a good man…friendly and will look out for you."

Looking down at his clipboard, Harry raised a brow, "The young woman that brought you in, she requested that I inform you she'll be staying at your place and taking care of things for you there."

Horatio nodded and then looked to the forensic book longingly, "So she's sticking around. That's a good sign, isn't it?" Holding his stomach, Horatio groaned again and doubled over, the pain coming in waves now. Looking up to Harry, he cried out and then held his hand up to stave him. After it subsided, he nodded, "I'm okay…so…Do I have a schedule to go by?"

Nodding, Harry pulled a sheet from his clipboard and handed it over to Horatio, "Now, the nurse and therapy sessions are mandatory. The others…well, just some things I thought maybe you'd like."

Horatio perused the list and smirked as he shook his head, "Art? Are you kidding me? I'm not twelve, Harry. I'd rather put my head in a gas oven." Frowning, he looked to Harry again, "Stop me if I'm wrong, but aren't I supposed to be here to get myself straight? Why do you have me down for mentoring? I'm an addict just like they are."

"Yes, you are. But, you're also a cop…and a good one from all I've heard. I know you didn't bring this on yourself…it was forced against your will. But, it's up to you to see that. It's up to you to fight against it." Getting up, Harry set his clipboard down and unbutton his sleeves. Rolling them up and showing Horatio his arms, he then looked at him, "I was in the same position you are a very long, long time ago…and I changed. I know you can as well…I can see it in you."

Horatio stared at his arms and focused, fighting the spasms that were beginning. He shook his head and whispered, "How do you fight something that takes over every fiber of you?" Even as he spoke, he could feel the urge growing within him encasing him wholly. Turning away from Harry, he held his head in his hands, feeling as if the world was crowding him. He was tormented not only in his mind but in his heart as well, knowing the damage that he had brought upon everyone. "I can't do this, Harry."

"You can do it, Horatio. You just have to find it within you to beat this. It's there…you know it is. But if you don't fight, this monster will beat you and you don't want that," Harry said as he sat back down. Seeing how Horatio was in pain, he crinkled his brow, "I'm going to have the doctor talk to you and see about prescribing you something to help with the detox. Kinda like what they would have given you in the hospital."

"I was restrained in the hospital," Horatio mentioned as he looked to Harry. The pangs were hitting harder and his face lapsed into a mask of pain his voice cracking, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Understanding, Harry stood up, "Horatio, do you want me to have you restrained for now?" Pulling out his phone, he could see the pain the man was in.

"Yes." The fear was evident as he looked to Harry and realized that one vitally important aspect was missing- Calleigh. She'd been there for him when he detoxed before, looking to her for strength. Now that he was alone in this place, he wasn't so sure that he would make it. Feeling the cravings clawing at him, he began to claw at his arms, "I need something, Harry. Just a little bit."

Hitting a number on his phone and then placing it into his pocket, Harry got up, going over to him and taking his wrists and holding then firmly, "Horatio…look at me." Staring at the man, Harry raised a brow, "Now I know you want this shit out of you. You don't want it ruling your life…taking what you love from you. Reach deep down inside yourself and you fight this. Fight!"

Horatio struggled with Harry and tried to topple him, the adrenaline flowing through him. Forcing Harry back, he scrambled for the door only to feel himself being pushed against it and held, the coldness of the door suffusing through his body. He breathed heavily as he tried to lift up, feeling the pressure on his arms. He knew this hold more than any other, having put many a perpetrator in the exact hold.

Forcing himself to move, he bit out, "Get…off…of me!"

"No, Horatio. I'm not gonna allow you to hurt yourself or anyone else in this facility." Hearing pounding from the other side, Harry pulled Horatio from the door and called out, "Get me some help in here." As the orderlies came in and got hold of Horatio, Harry watched as they carefully restrained the struggling man so not to hurt him. When one of the nurse came in, he looked to her, "Get Dr. Rhodes in here please, Amy."

Horatio pulled on his restraints and bellowed, "Get these off of me! Let me go!" Straining, he then relaxed, his body going limp as the sweat began to pop. He'd felt this before, the fury mixed with the pain and the craving for the high as it wracked his body. Breathing in and out rapidly, he looked to Harry, "I need to see her. Please…"

"I can't, Ray." Looking down at the man, he looked to the others and nodded to the door. Watching them leave out, he pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down. Leaning forward onto his knees, Harry lowered his voice, "I can't. I have to follow the rules, Horatio. I know you can do this. Show that pretty young woman you can do this. Show her that you're still strong and willing to fight for yourself. Show her you can beat this. Let her be your focus point."

Horatio pulled at the restraints and cringed, shutting his eyes tightly. He wanted nothing more than to die, but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. Just like before, he was going to have to fight to survive this. Behind his lids, he saw her and as the pain eased slightly, he exhaled, "Calleigh…"

"That's it, Horatio…see her in your mind…feel her strength and pull from that. Fight this beast within you and don't let it win." Getting an idea, he looked around at what little Horatio had. Crinkling his brow, he waited until he could see some of the man's pain subsiding, "Horatio…do you have a picture of her here with you?"

Opening his eyes, Horatio whispered, "In…the…book."

Getting up, Harry saw a forensics book and picked it up. Opening it, he found her picture and nodded. Reaching into his back pocket, he brought out a small roll of medical tape and tore off two pieces. Making them both into circles, he placed them onto the back and then leaned over the bed to the wall. Placing the picture low enough for Horatio to be able to see it, he then sat back down, "There you go, Horatio. Open your eyes and look at her. Focus everything on her and her smile."

Horatio turned his head to see the picture, and tried to gather himself, allowing a small smile to come, "Calleigh…" A sudden wave came over him and his muscles seized, causing him to grasp onto the restraints, straining. When it had passed, he relaxed as much as he could and then stared at the ceiling before turning to look at the picture again. She wasn't there to help him through it, but just the sight of her smile was comforting.

Walking through the doors of the rehab facility, Calleigh took off her sunglasses and placed them on top of her head. For the past week, she'd been staying at the beach house, getting it back in order and trying to come to terms with her pregnancy and with everything that was happening. Every night she cried herself to sleep in Horatio's bed, wishing she'd been able to help him more then she had. Deep down, the CSI in her knew Horatio was where he needed to be and getting the proper help and treatment he needed, but the woman in her, the side of her that needed him there ached for him.

Walking up to the main desk to check in, she saw Harry's familiar face and gave him a smile, "Hi, I'm here to see Ho…I mean Ray Lancaster."

Harry smiled and nodded, tilting his head slightly, "He's in therapy at the moment, but they should be coming out soon. How have you been, Ms. Duquesne?"

"Oh, okay. Uh…how's…how's he doing?" Calleigh asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Has there been any problem's?"

Scratching at his temple, his brow raised and he nodded, "The first few days were hell. He detoxed pretty hard. We ended up having to restrain him, but he came out of it alright. He's been going to therapy and even doing some painting. He's acclimating himself really well. He's had some urges, but we talk him down." Taking a look at the clock, he moved from behind the desk and looked down the corridor to see the people filtering out and smiled as he pulled the card. Swiping it, he nodded, "They're coming out now. Why don't you go and greet him?"

Staying where she was at, she looked to Harry, "Maybe…maybe you should make sure he wants to see me. I don't want to upset him." A nervous feeling came over her and Calleigh shifted her weight, "If he's doing well I don't want to set him back."

"Believe me, Calleigh, if anyone, he wants to see you. He's been talking about you nonstop. I think he's been waiting on you to come." Seeing him emerge from the room, he smiled and gestured once more, "Here's your chance."

Taking in a deep breath, Calleigh steadied herself and walked over to Harry. When he opened the door, she looked down the hallway to see Horatio walking with another younger man. Taking the visitors badge that Harry held out to her, she clipped it on and breathed out. Starting to walk down the hallway slowly, she saw as he looked up and stopped. Swallowing hard, she continued to walk towards him, her eyes not leaving him.

Horatio talked with Tony as they exited the group therapy, smiling lightly. When he looked up to see her standing in the hall, Horatio stopped in mid stride and swallowed, unsure if he'd been imagining this. His detox had been hard on him, but with just one glance to the picture that adorned his wall, he made it through.

Hearing Tony talking a mile a minute beside him, he gestured to him without breaking his gaze with her, "Tony…I'll…um…I'll see you around, okay?"

Looking down the hall in the direction the red head was looking, Tony smiled, recognizing the woman from the picture, "Alright, man. Hey, if you want some privacy to talk…take her out to the garden." Leaving him with that thought, Tony went on to their room.

Seeing the other man leave, Calleigh closed the distance between them and finally came to rest in front of him. Looking up at him, she spoke softly, "Hey."

Smiling more, Horatio glanced at the floor before meeting her eyes, "Hey." Making sure to keep his distance, he glanced around and then looked to the door, "It's nice to see you, Cal. How…how are you?"

Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she nodded, "I'm good…just been wondering how you were. Tim's been wondering also. He called this morning and wanted me to tell you he went by your place and the construction is almost done. He's been making sure everything's on the up and up there for you."

Horatio nodded thoughtfully and smiled, "Tell him thanks for me, okay?" Shifting his weight, he looked to the door again and asked, "Would you like to walk with me out to the gardens? We can have some privacy there."

"Uh…sure. I mean, if it's okay. I don't want you to be breaking any rules or anything," she replied, unsure if they were allowed.

Holding up his wrist, Horatio showed off his blue wrist band and smiled, "This says that I can. I've passed their test, so I can go wherever I want on the campus." Opening the door, he gestured, "C'mon, it's a nice day out."

Going out the door, she then waited as he came up beside her and they started to walk slowly out towards the gardens. As others passed with friends and family, Calleigh glanced up at him and then back out, "You're looking good. Harry says you're doing really good here."

Horatio absently scratched his head and sighed, "Yeah, after the first few days. I had to detox and they had to restrain me. It was worse this time, Cal. The only thing that kept me sane was to look at your picture."

Looking down as they walked, Calleigh breathed out softly, "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone." Lifting her head back up, she looked to him, "But you made it through. That's good."

"Yeah, now comes the easy part." Chuckling as they walked, Horatio nodded, "You know I've been doing some painting. It's not Picasso, but it helps to center. They're in my room if you want to see."

Giving him a small smile, Calleigh nodded, "Yeah…that'd be great. Do you think you'll continue to do that when you get out?"

"I dunno, it's something that calms me, so I guess so." Slowing his gait as they came to the gardens, he glanced to her to see if anything had changed and sighed, "So…how are you really doing, Calleigh?"

Looking around at the flowers as they passed them, Calleigh sighed, "Okay I guess. I've been starting to have some morning sickness and all, but that's normal. They doctor said everything look's good and has me on prenatal pills, so I've been taking them now."

"That's good." Listening for the ambient sounds, he smiled warmly, "Harry tells me that you're staying here? How's the beach house? I know I left it in not so good shape."

Nodding some, Calleigh sighed, "Tim helped me get it straightened up before I took him back to Miami. He didn't want me moving any furniture by myself. But uh, it's back to the way it was. I hope you don't mind me staying there. If so I can get a hotel room…"

Horatio shook his head emphatically and frowned, "You know you're always welcomed there, Calleigh. It was my foolishness…you shouldn't have had to clean up behind me. I'm glad Tim was there to help you." Taking in the surroundings, he sighed and shook his head, "There's so much that I have to apologize for-I'm sorry doesn't even cover it."

"All we want is for you to get better, Horatio." Looking at some of the wildflowers they had growing in one area, Calleigh raised a brow, "Tim's putting in for day shift supervisor until you're able to return fulltime. Apparently Stetler's been trying to get the position too."

"Tell Speed…" Horatio started as he stopped and thought for a second. He seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowing deeply. Only Calleigh's tentative touch brought him out of it and he looked to her, a small smile coming. "Sorry, I tend to get lost for a second. But about Stetler, tell Speed that his bark is worse than his bite. Tim's a smart guy, he should be a shoe in."

"I'll let him know," Calleigh replied and then looked around some. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh air, she looked back up at him, "This seems like a nice place."

"It is for a rehab." Horatio looked around and chuckled, "I didn't think so last week. But I've grown acclimated to it and the people…the people are fantastic. When you look over their addiction, they are just like you and me. These people…they help me."

Nodding some, Calleigh pushed her hair back again and looked out, "That's good though. You're getting the help you needed…pretty soon I'm sure you'll be able to get out on your own."

"Two weeks to go and then we reassess." Looking to her, he asked, "Will you be there for that? I know…I know I've betrayed your trust, but…I was kinda hoping you'd be there."

Thinking about it, Calleigh slowly began to walk again. Feeling him coming up at her side, she looked down at the path, "I'll try to be here for it. I've got another doctor's appointment around that time as well so I can have an ultrasound done."

Horatio glanced to her and nodded, "How far along are you?"

Stopping and looking up at him, she sighed, "Around two months…possibly two and a half. That's why they want to check me. They did some blood work and found I have the negative RH factor…so I'll have to have a couple shots."

Concern touched him and he sighed heavily, "And I'm adding to your stress. You shouldn't worry about me, Calleigh. The health of your baby is what matters."

Noticing he didn't claim it as theirs, Calleigh nodded and then looked back towards the canter, "It's uh…it's getting late. I'm sure you have things to be doing anyways. I should get going…"

Reaching out for her, Horatio pleaded, "Don't go, Calleigh. You just got here. I think we need to talk more." Seeing her expression, he dropped his hand and then exhaled, "I can't make you stay… But if this is about your pregnancy…I just don't know if it's mine or not."

Tears began to fill her eyes and Calleigh shook her head, "You don't even remember where we were almost two and a half months ago? Wow…" she breathed out and looked down, "guess it wasn't that important then. Guess I was just an easy lay, huh?" Walking away from him, Calleigh took in a deep shaky breath, trying to steady herself.

"Calleigh…WAIT! Don't…don't go," Horatio pleaded as he started for her. When she snatched away from him, he stopped walking and watched as she continued on, feeling his heart breaking. She turned her back to him and now she wasn't coming back. Looking around, he started pacing and then bounded for the door. He couldn't lose her, but he couldn't make her stay. He was bound by his mistakes and now, he felt cornered.

Coming into the corridor, he saw that she had disappeared quickly and the anger at himself infused within him. Stalking towards his room, he ignored the people around him, his focus set, he had to find a way out of here. Without her, he had no chance of beating this.

Standing in the hallway and watching as the blonde woman came back inside and they headed for the exit door, Gary's eyes then went back to the red head. He'd seen him around some during the week, not liking the looks of the older man. Seeing him heading back, Gary sucked his teeth and waited.

Continuing to stalk through the corridor, Horatio gave no heed who he passed, his thoughts on one thing only. Just as he came to his hall, he saw Tony emerging out of the room and shook his head, not wanting to face the young man. Stopping and turning, he then hit a solid form, his anger becoming more evident.

Pushing the older man back, Gary crinkled his eyes and sneered, "Watch where the fuck you're going…gramps."

Horatio didn't think as he stepped back up to Gary and pulled his fist back, connecting with the younger man's jaw. The thought of Calleigh leaving him fueled his rancor and he pounded relentlessly into Gary, despite knowing the circumstances.

Falling back against the wall, Gary began to see red and his anger unleashed itself. Placing his arm up to block, Gary drew back and swung, catching the red head in the jaw and sending him stumbling back. Growling, he stalked over to him, grabbing the older man by the shirt and lifting him before tossing him into the other wall.

Landing heavily against the wall, Horatio took a breath before coughing and stood, charging back to Gary. He threw punches that were being blocked and he could feel each one that landed on him. His blood began to pour and the adrenaline started to seep from him, leaving him to the mercy of Gary. Taking the hits, Horatio groaned and allowed himself to let go.

Hearing the commotion in the hallway, Harry jumped up, running to the security door and opening it. Seeing the two men fighting and others standing around yelling and rooting them on, he pulled the emergency call on the wall next to the door and took off running. Getting to them, he reached to pull Gary off only to be push back hard by the younger man. Groaning some, he clenched his jaw and lounged at the man, tossing himself on to him and knocking him down to the floor.

Feeling himself being picked up, Horatio looked to see Tony as he held him up against the wall. Eyeing Harry and Gary, Horatio growled as he lunged for the two, only to be held back by Tony. Trying in vain to fight him off, he bit out, "Tony, let …me go."

"No, Ray…let it go…let it go, man," Tony said as he looked into Horatio's eyes. Nodding, Tony whispered, "Save the fight for your inner monster…not this piece of shit. He's not worth it, man."

"There's no need, Tony." Wiping his mouth, he saw the blood and exhaled heavily, his brow knit deeply. Attempting to stand on his own, he winced and groaned, feeling the pain wafting through out him, "She's gone…she's never coming back."

"Come on…let's go get you fixed up," Tony said as he moved to help Horatio walk. Seeing Harry and four orderly's getting Gary under control, he snickered, "Well, he's gone now for sure. At least you were able to walk away…well…kinda."

"I wish he could've finished the job," Horatio mumbled as Tony helped him. Trying to push him off, he shook his head, "I've screwed it up badly, Tony. There's no need for me to finish this."

Keeping hold of him, Tony walked him towards the medical wing, "No need for that, Ray. You've come a long way in one week. Further then most guys. Do this for yourself if you have to, man. Prove it to yourself that you can do this and finish."

Horatio took in what Tony was saying and nodded. Focusing more on walking, he eased up and gave Tony a small smile. Even if it didn't make him feel that much better, it was motivation to at least get through the next few moments.