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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 porch, Horatio took in the evening air and exhaled heavily as he tried to keep his cool. He'd just gotten into another fight with the sober house administrator and was now fighting the desire to leave. He'd come to the sober house after two months in the rehab facility with the hopes that he could capitalize on what he learned in order to transition back into his life, but he wasn't so sure of his coping skills. So many things were still wrong about his life, he wasn't working, and his relationship with Calleigh had come to a definite standstill. Being that he was still in the Keys, she couldn't come as often due in part to both her pregnancy and working. The phone calls had slowed as well, leading him to believe that they were on their way to being done. It was something he tried not to think about, but he couldn't help it. His relationships defined him and the lack of love from her was now starting to wear him thin.

Hearing the door open and shut swiftly, he looked up to see the sober house administrator and sighed, shaking his head. When he first came, he appreciated the straightforward attitude that she possessed, now it was serving nothing but furthering the fray of his nerves. Averting his sights to the darkening night, he spoke quietly, "What do you want, Sharon? As you can see, I'm still here."

Coming outside and finding Ray by himself, Sharon looked up at the darkened sky she shook her head, "I see you're still here…but I also see something else going on, Ray. So why not just spill the beans about it and get it off your chest?"

"It doesn't matter," Horatio responded as he stared off into the darkness, "there's nothing to worry about anymore." He glanced to Sharon as she sat down next to him and then rose to his feet to stand at the edge of the porch, his hands propped on his hips. Deep in thought, he shook his head and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would take for him to succumb. "There's no use…"

"That's where you're wrong, Ray. Cause apparently it's still eating at you pretty good," Sharon noted as she looked at the man. Releasing a tuff of air when she was met back with silence, she threw her hands up in the air and got up, "Can't say I didn't try." Heading to the door, she turned back to him as she opened it, "Ray, I'm not here to judge you…I'm here to guide and help you. But I can't do that unless you start opening up."

"She's not coming back," Horatio said sullenly as he exhaled heavily. "I've done what I can, and I've apologized. I don't know what more I can do."

Raising a brow at his admission, Sharon looked around and then closed the door back. Going over to the railing, she leaned onto it and looked out, "I didn't even know there was a woman involved, Ray. How long have you known her?"

"A very long time. We used to work together. She and I share a history." Struggling to continue, he shook his head, "I've thoroughly screwed that relationship into the ground. She'll never trust me again."

Nodding some, Sharon looked up at the night sky, seeing the stars as they peppered the sky, "Have you sat down with her for a chance to prove yourself to her again? Granted I know it's hard to from here…but, there are still certain things you can do."

"Like what, Sharon?" Horatio asked, facing her. The anger was dissipating in the face of a solution, his interests piqued. "What can I do to get through to her."

Turning to him as she continued to lean on the railing, she crossed her arms over her chest, "Start small, Ray. It's the little things that count. Maybe sending her a card…or even flower's if she likes them, maybe giving her a call a couple times a week, even if it's just to say hello and that's it.. Show her that you're trying. Maybe even invite her to sit in on one of your private session with Dr. Creel so she can see the progress your making." Smiling some, Sharon looked back out, "there's lot's of little stuff, Ray, you just have to think about them and do them."

Taking in all the suggestions, Horatio nodded and smiled slowly, "There are things I can do…" Moving quickly, he started for the door and then stopped, turning back to Sharon. Approaching her, he smiled and gave her a quick peck, "Thanks, Sharon. I owe you."

Surprised at the sudden change, Sharron chuckled and nodded to him, "If you need any help, let me know Ray. We're here for a reason…and not to just ride your ass." Giving him a wink, she pointed to the door, "Go on."

With a swift nod, Horatio was through the door, heading for his room. Grabbing the calling card, he then went into the living room, hoping that no one would be on the phone. Luck was on his side as noticed that the living room was empty. That was a feat in itself with six other occupants in the house; everything was communal and sometimes, it was a matter of pure luck to get to use the phone.

Dialing the numbers, he smiled more as he thought of his plan, hoping that it would work. When he answered, Horatio could barely contain his excitement, "Ah…Speed, I've got a favor to ask of you."

Surprised to hear his voice, Tim stumbled, glancing to Emma as she finished her dinner, "Ah…Sure, H. What exactly is it that you would like for me to do?"

Running a hand through his hair roughly, Horatio raised a brow, "Can…can you send Calleigh a bouquet of tulips for me? I'd do it myself, but I don't have a credit card on me right now and they don't allow us to have over twenty dollars cash on us. I'll pay you back, Speed…as soon as I get out, I'll get you paid back."

Relaxing more, Tim chuckled and shook his head, "Finally got it through that you needed to actually do something to get her attention, huh? Don't worry about paying me back, I'll gladly do it."

Releasing a sigh of relief, Horatio took a seat in the overstuffed chair next to the phone and he sat back, "Thank you, Speed. Uh…when, when you do it, can you have them put something on the card for me to please…To the most beautiful woman and mother this world has ever known."

"Sure, no problem, H. Anything else you want on the card?" Tim couldn't help but smile at Horatio's attempts and allowed a short laugh to escape, "She's going to really turn on her heels with this. Do you know how much she loves tulips?"

A smile formed and Horatio nodded slightly, "I do, Speed. How…how's she doing? I know Calleigh's been working a lot lately, but how's she really doing?"

"She's doing okay, she's tired a lot, but won't go home. It's like she doesn't want to face something." Tim's brow furrowed as he thought more and more of Calleigh. He would try and use his position over the lab, but Calleigh was determined to do what she wanted. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed, "I tried to tell her, but she won't go to sleep."

"Then have her removed from the lab for the day," Horatio said, worried about her. "She needs her rest, especially with as far along as she is." Coming up with an idea, Horatio rubbed his eyes, "Speed, you might need to place her on part-time until her maternity leave, otherwise she'll run herself into the ground."

Tim nodded and then exhaled lightly, "You realize what kind of wrath I'm going to incur, don't you?"

"Would you rather have her collapse from exhaustion in the gun lab?" Horatio asked with a raised brow.

"That's the least desirable thing I want to happen, H. Maybe she'll see the need," Tim answered back as he ran a hand over his face. Nodding to Emma, he watched as the little girl cleared her place and then headed for the bathroom. Getting up, he listened for her washing her hands and retained his focus on Horatio, "So…how are you doing? We barely hear from you anymore, things going okay?"

Sighing heavily, Horatio looked around, "I'm okay, Speed. It's just taking a lot for me to adjust to things here. It's nothing like the center was. I've even had to stop painting 'cause they don't supply anything like that." Closing his eyes, he let his head lull back, "I almost gave up tonight."

"That's the one thing you don't need to do, H. We're pulling for you, and we can't wait for the day that you come back. I, for one, cannot wait. As much as I like being over the lab, it's something left to be desired." Tim stood against the door frame and watched for Emma's return, "You have something to come back to Horatio. Don't give up."

Reopening his eyes, Horatio lifted his head, "I'm not coming back, Speed. There is no way I can do that job now. The best man for that position has it now…and that's you. You've got a level head on you and you know what needs to be done and how."

Standing off the wall, Tim's expression dropped, "What do you mean, you're not coming back? You…this job was meant for you, Horatio? How can you not come back to it?"

"Speed, you and I both know I'll be frowned upon with what's happened. I won't be trusted to work many cases…and my creditability is all but down the drain now. Like I told Calleigh before, I'll be selling my house there and will just probably stay at my beach house here."

"It wasn't your fault what happened, H. They can't hold you responsible for what went down. And what about Calleigh and the baby? You're not going to be here for them? There's no reason for you to hide out."

Rubbing his eyes at the questions, Horatio sighed, "Speed, I chose to use after I got out the hospital, that was not forced on me. I've ruined my life and possibly Calleigh's. She knows I'll be there for her and the baby, I've already told her that. But if I can't get her back in my life, then there is no reason for me to come back to Miami."

"It sounds like you've already given up, H." Shaking his head, Tim sighed, "I'll send the flowers for you, H. I hope that you continue to do better and that we'll get a chance to see each other again."

Crinkling his brow, Horatio nodded, "Yeah, Speed. If uh, if you ever have any time…and you're in the area, well, I don't get many visitors."

"We'll have to see about changing that then," Tim responded lightly. "I'm sure Emma would love to see the funny red head again." Smiling, Tim added, "Take care of yourself, H."

"You too, Speed…and thank you for everything," Horatio replied softly. "Do me one other favor please, Speed. Make sure Calleigh has everything she needs or wants for the baby until I can get my credit cards in order."

"It's what friends, do, Horatio. And don't worry about paying me back, I won't hear of it." A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head, "Everyone misses you, Horatio, and we're all pulling for you to get better, okay?"

A small smile formed and Horatio looked down, "Yeah, Speed…thank you." Taking in a deep breath, Horatio breathed out, "Night, Speed…"

"Night, H." After hearing him hang up, Tim paused a moment before dialing, making his way to his bedroom. Retrieving his wallet, he hoped that he still had time to make the order, thrilled when a woman answered the phone. He was going to do whatever he could to bring his good friend and mentor back.

Looking through the comparison microscope, Calleigh adjusted the lenses with one hand as she held her pen in the other. Since coming back to work, she'd been balls to the wall, getting in all the hours she could and then some. Feeling the baby kick, she leaned back up and placed her hand onto her stomach, "I know, I know…we'll eat as soon as it get's here." Making a few notes about the bullets she was comparing, Calleigh then took one off the scope and placed it back into the evidence bag.

When the door to her lab opened, she glanced over to see Tim walking in with a bouquet of tulips and a smirk on his face, "Well, well…just in time for my results from that bullet you sent to me."

Tim chuckled and shook his head, narrowing his brow, "So, I walk in with a vase full of tulips and all you can think of is results. Can you leave the job for just one second and focus? This is important."

Smirking, Calleigh set her pen down and took a seat on her stool, "I noticed the tulips…I was just waiting to see what you're gonna try to con me into."

"I'm not conning you into anything. They're not from me," Tim said as he sat the vase down in front of her. Standing back, he frowned and crossed his arms, "And didn't I tell you that you work too hard? You should think about taking some time off."

"Can't…" she replied as she plucked the envelope from the tulips. "I have too much stuff I have to get along with medical bills I have to pay for somehow. Insurance only covers so much nowadays." Opening the envelope, she read the note and a small smile formed. Biting her lip, she looked back at the flowers, "Have you talked to him?"

"Briefly, he wanted to know how you were doing. I told him you were refusing to stay home. You can only imagine what he told me."

Rolling her eyes she placed the card into her pocket, "What? To put me on early maternity leave? I don't think so, Tim. I have bills I have to pay and all."

"You act as if you don't have anyone's support. There's nothing to worry about, Calleigh. Besides, he told me that anything you need to tell him. He's willing to provide for you." Turning to leave, he smiled, "Oh, and this isn't a request, put in for maternity leave, Calleigh. It's time that you start thinking about you and your baby's health."

"I am thinking about me and my baby, Tim…and I will not put in for maternity leave until my eighth month, like I planned," she said firmly as she watched him.

"Calleigh, you're working yourself to death. Take the time," Tim answered back as he stood his ground. His tone grew intense and he stood straight up, "Calleigh, I don't want to pull rank, but I will. You have to see that this is best."

"Best? I don't think so Tim. My doctor's say I'm fine…the only problem is you and Horatio thinking you can dictate how I run my life," she all but yelled at him.

"I'm not dictating how you run your life, Calleigh. I'm looking out for your well being. You can't continue on this path and expect to have a healthy pregnancy. You're wearing yourself out." Feeling the tension in the air, he approached her and softened his tone, "We care about you, Cal- I care about you. I don't want to come in here and see you slumped over from exhaustion. Horatio had nothing to do with this, this is all me."

"No, but I'm sure he planted the bug, didn't he?" Shaking her head, she stripped off her lab coat and tossed it at him, "You want me out, fine, I'm out." Going to the desk, Calleigh got her purse and keys, "I'll just get a job elsewhere."

Following her, Tim grasped her arm and brought her close, holding on to her. Staring into her eyes, he could feel his fury mixing with his annoyance and shook his head, "Calleigh, why do you have to be so head strong? No one wants to tell you how to run your life, we're just concerned. You are what's important to us, not results, not medical bills- you… you and the child you're carrying. All this other shit is meaningless if we lose you. Just listen to reason, Calleigh."

Starring at him, she pried off his hand and stepped back, "Bye, Tim. I'll have my badge and gun on your desk before I leave." With that, she turned and walked out, tearing off her name from the board as she passed and letting it drop to the floor.

Determined not to let this be the end, Tim followed and caught up with her, stopping her. Turning her around, he kept her out of sight of the lab and spoke through clenched teeth, "I don't understand why you do this, Calleigh? Why do you fly off the handle and make such rash decisions on the fly? No one wants control of your life. We care about you so much that we have to tell you when you can't see for yourself what you're doing, and what you're doing is severing yourself from the people who love and care for you." Releasing her, he nodded, "if you feel the need to leave, then leave, but don't mistake our concern as control."

Seeing as Rick came around the corner, Calleigh rolled her eyes and looked at Tim, "Find someone else to be concerned about." Walking away from him, Calleigh clenched her jaw as she walked towards Rick and raised a hand to him as he got ready to say something to her, "Bite me, Rick."

Passing by Rick, Tim shook his head and spoke in a low tone, "Don't ask."

Watching as the two left, Rick smirked deviously, a plan hatching. It seemed as if Horatio's team was unraveling and he was going to do all he could to capitalize on it.

Working in his office, Tim couldn't help but think of what happened earlier today. In a bid to get Calleigh to slow down, she misunderstood his actions and had walked out on him and the job. He'd tried to call her afterwards, but continually got her voice mail. When he was tired of talking to her machine, he had given up, deciding that if she wanted to talk, she would call. He wasn't going to make any rash decisions, but if she continued on this path, he was going to have to find someone to take her place.

Flipping a file close, he opened another and sighed heavily, wondering if he'd gotten in over his head. He loved the work, but he wasn't appreciative of the paper work. Despite that, however, he was determined to do the job that he was led to do.

Hearing the phone ring, he released a long exhale as he swiveled his head to loosen his neck and then picked up the head set, speaking succulently, "Speedle."

After spending most of the afternoon at the beach, Calleigh had returned home and had retreated to her room. Sitting in the middle of bed and thinking about things more, she had realized what all she'd done and was now regretting it. Starring at the phone, she then dialed then number and waited for him to answer. Wiping at the tears that were running down her cheeks, she closed her eyes as he answered and spoke softly, "Tim…"

The sound of sadness coming from her startled him and he sat up more, narrowing his brow, "Calleigh…are you okay? What's wrong?"

Sniffling, Calleigh looked around her room and shook her head, "I…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to blow up on you like I did…I just…" Beginning to cry more, Calleigh closed her eyes, "I don't know why I'm like this."

Tim couldn't listen to her like this without doing something about it and he rose to his feet, "Cal, I'm coming to you, okay? You shouldn't be alone right now."

Shaking her head, she continued to cry, "I'm sorry, Tim…" Laying down on her side, she stared through teary eyes at the picture of Horatio that she had next to her bed, "I miss him, Tim…I've been such a fool."

Walking toward the door, Tim exhaled heavily and opened it, making his way towards Emma's room. He'd just put her down for the night, and he was sure she'd stay asleep through transporting. Refocusing, he offered, "It's not too late, Calleigh. It's never too late."

Closing her eyes back, Calleigh let out a small sob and then breathed out in a whisper, "I still love him…"

"I think it's time for you to show that, Calleigh. Let him know," Tim answered, pushing Emma's door open. Moving slowly, he whispered, "He's waiting for you to tell him that, Calleigh. He needs for you to tell him that."

"I have to tell him…" she whispered almost to herself. Opening her eyes and rolling onto her back, she sniffled, "Tim…can…can I call you back?"

Sure, I'll be right here."

"Thanks, Tim." Hanging up with him, Calleigh reached over to her night stand and got the piece of paper she kept there. Dialing the number she had for him at the sober house, she then placed it back and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for someone to answer.

Hearing the phone ring, Sebastian arched a brow as he reached for it, reading over the paper. As with all the other inhabitants he had a bit of free time before sitting down with Sharon for their nightly meetings. Picking up the phone, he sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing them, "Hello, Sebastian speaking, how do I direct your call?"

Gathering herself the best she could, Calleigh wiped at her eyes and spoke softly, "Uh…can…can I speak to Ray please? It's important."

"Ray…hmm, I haven't seen him this evening, but if you can hold on, I'll go see if he's in his room. " Getting up, he trudged down the hall towards his room and stood at the closed door. Knocking lazily, he called out, "Ray! You gotta phone call. It's some chick and she's crying…"

Placing his book down, Horatio got up off the bed and went to the door, tucking in his shirt as he went. Opening it, he looked to Sebastian as he went out into the hallway, "Did she say her name? And what do you mean she's crying?"

"I mean the water works are flowin' man. She said it was important and no, she didn't give me a name." Arching a brow at the older man, he asked, "Are you going to take it or what?"

"Yeah, I'd better." Heading towards the front rooms, Horatio's brow furrowed, wondering what could be going on and who would be calling him at the late hour. Going into the room, he saw as Sebastian made a bee line for the kitchen and Horatio took a seat in the chair, picking up the handset, "Hello?"

Sniffling, Calleigh heard his concerned voice on the other end and more tears began to flow, "H-Horatio…"

Gripping the phone tightly in his hand, Horatio could feel his heart sinking at the sound of her tears, his expression becoming strained. The worst thing that he could hear was Calleigh crying, and him unable to comfort her was making everything just that more unbearable.

"Calleigh…sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly, trying to contain himself.

More tears flowed from her eyes and Calleigh placed her free hand onto her protruding belly, "Horatio…I…I love you. I've always loved you and…I…I need you in my life. I've been such a fool denying it…"

Listening to her pour her heart out, Horatio cringed, the sadness and regret in her voice cutting through him like a knife. Shaking his head, he rubbed his forehead, "Calleigh, you shouldn't blame yourself. I didn't give you anything to believe in."

Shaking her head, Calleigh breathed out, "Neither did I…I've been such a bitch to you…"

"You've had reason, Calleigh. I've done everything wrong," Horatio responded lowly, "I've made so many mistakes."

Rubbing her stomach, Calleigh shook her head, "I still need you, Horatio…so does our baby. We need you with us."

Startled by her admission, Horatio opened his eyes, "Calleigh…you…you want me?"

Nodding her head, Calleigh wiped at her eyes and took in a shaky breath, "Yeah…I do. I love you…"

A small smile traced his lips and his heart began to thump in his chest, "That's good, you know, because I love you. I've always loved you, I've never stopped." Relaxing more, he smiled widely and then sighed, "You've given me something to come back for."

"We want you back here, Horatio. You belong here with us," Calleigh replied as she placed her hand back onto her belly. Rubbing it, she sniffled, "Our daughter is gonna need you soon."

"Daughter?" Horatio responded in a whisper. "Calleigh, you're having a girl…We're having a girl?"

A small smile formed as her hand continued to move on her stomach, "Yeah, we are. The doctor did a ultrasound yesterday and said it looks like were having a girl." Turning onto her side some, she closed her eyes, "He said everything is looking good with her."

"That's good, Calleigh. That's very good. " Unable to stop smiling, Horatio leaned back and stared at the ceiling, the joy he felt doing more for him than any drug could ever do. "Calleigh, you're taking care of yourself, right? You're not over doing it?"

Becoming quiet for a moment, Calleigh lowered her eyes and sighed, "I…I got into it today with Tim and…well…I kinda quit my job." Closing her eyes, she reopened them slowly, "I also told Rick to bite me."

"Calleigh, you did what?" Disbelief ran through him as he exhaled and shook his head. Calleigh wasn't known for losing her cool so this was a departure for her. "How did this happen, Calleigh?"

Reopening her eyes, she sighed, "Tim was gonna make me go on an early maternity leave. He thought I was working too much. I just…blew. There is no way I cannot work though. I have bills I have to pay and there are still things I have to get for the baby…"

"Calleigh, I won't be here forever, I'll be able to help. I think he was expressing concern over your well being. You can't fault him for that." Running his hand through his hair he sighed, attempting to find solutions. Arching a brow, he asked, "Do you think you'd be better with part time? You'll still work but not as much."

"I doubt he'll let me even do that, Horatio," she groused as she sat up and reached for her drink. Taking a sip, she sighed, "It's like he doesn't want me working at all…like I'm gonna keel over on him or something."

"Speed's always been over protective, Calleigh. He's just concerned, but I think that he would consider part time for you. He just wants you to take it easy, you're getting closer and closer to your due date."

"Well, he doesn't need to make me feel like I can't do anything. I'm having a baby, not dying," she groused again and then took another sip of her milk. Setting it back, she pushed her hair from her eyes, "I'll ask and see…that's if I'm still on payroll."

"Tim's not unreasonable, Calleigh. I'm sure he'll listen." Hearing someone clear their throat, he turned to see Sharon standing behind him with an arched brow and a knowing look. Giving her a small nod, he sighed and returned his focus to Calleigh, "Calleigh, I have to get going, sweetheart. I want you to rest and not to worry, okay?"

"Okay. Can…can I come see you?" she asked, unsure if he'd be allowed visitors at the sober house.

"Yes, you can, but you can't bring anything with you. You know temptation…"

"Okay. Well, I guess I'd better let you go then. I'll try to get down there in the next couple days." Looking at his picture again, she smiled some, "I love you, Horatio."

"I love you, Calleigh. Always," he answered back. Feeling the warmth bloom in his chest, he smiled widely, "Tell my baby girl that I love her too."

Looking down and placing her hand back, she rubbed circles onto her belly, "I will. Night, Horatio."

"Goodnight, Calleigh. Rest well." Not wanting to hang up, Horatio sighed and smirked, "I don't want to let you go, but I know," he said looking to Sharon, "I know I have to. I love you."

"I love you. I'll come see you soon…I promise," she replied, also not wanting to hang up.

Hearing Sharon groan slightly, he chuckled, "I'm sorry, Cal, I've got to go. Goodnight, sweetheart."

Watching as Ray hung up the phone, Sharon crossed her arms over her chest with a smile, "Well, that looked like a good conversation. Sorry I had to cut you short, Ray, but it's time for your session."

"Yeah, it was a good conversation. I think things are going to start looking up," Horatio responded as he smiled at Sharon. He stood and stretched, "You were right, as you always are. She's going to come and see me."

"That's good. Well, whatever she said to you sure have brightened you up some…that's good to see, Ray." Walking with him towards the session room, she smirked, "So, when will she be coming? Maybe I can see if Carl can take the guys to play basketball or something."

"She said in a couple of days, I don't know exactly." Horatio smiled more and glanced down, "She's having a girl, Sharon. I'm going to be a father."

Smiling more, Sharon nodded, "Well, congratulations are in order then. Looks like you have something to focus all your energy on then and a great starting point for getting out of here. Just stay focused on that and the sky will be the limit for you."

"I have something to live for now, something more important than drugs." Horatio followed Sharon down the corridor and smiled, unable to believe the rate at which things were changing. He chuckled lightly and shook his head, glancing to Sharon, "I never thought that I would be able to see this day come. I was sure that I was through."

Coming to the door, she opened it for him, "And here you thought it was all over for ya. I told you to just keep your chin up and things would work out…and they are." Going in and closing the door behind him, she went over to her chair and took a seat as Ray did the same. Getting his file, she opened it and looked at him, "So, do you have any new goals you want me to add for you?"

Thinking deeply, Horatio nodded, "I would like to be able to do the volunteer work now. I think I'm ready to go to work outside of this home." He looked to see Sharon staring back at him and he arched a brow, "Is that too lofty of a goal?"

Thinking for a minute, she shook her head, "I don't think it is. If you stick to everything, I think you'll do just fine. I'll call the church tomorrow and see if Father Daniels has an opening there. It'll be a good start, and you'll be in a controlled environment."

Horatio nodded and then smiled, "It's a step in the right direction. I'm going to make the best of it."

"Good. I know he teaches a self defense class for women on Thursday mornings and he'll need help with set up for that. Then there is also the food bank the church has." Making some notes, Sharon looked back at him, "I'm sure he'll keep you busy."

"That's something that I need more than ever." Looking around, he thought about his future and how bright it was with her in it.