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

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SEQUEL TO: "Legacy Of Madness"

Pulling up to the marina, Josh shut off the engine to his truck and looked out towards the dry dock where his boat was. After spending weeks both living and working on it, he'd made great progress and was anxious to show it off to one of his closets friends. Glancing to the passenger seat, he then opened the door and got out as his companion did the same. Running his hands through his hair as he stood in front of his truck, he hooked his fingers behind his head and stared out in the direction of the boat.

"So, what you think, man? She looking any different from the last time you were here?"

Gazing at the sight of the massive boat, Kyle smiled more and adjusted his crutches, moving forward slightly. He'd been out of the wheel chair for almost three weeks now, but he still had trouble getting used to them. In physical therapy, he pushed himself, the desire and determination fueling him to do better. At the end of his sessions, he'd be exhausted, but he was content.

Meeting Josh at the hood of the truck and resting on the crutches, Kyle nodded toward it, "Tons, man. What have you been doing, working on it night and day? It's coming along very well."

"Yeah. I ain't got nothing else to do with my time now," Josh replied as he pointed the way. As they started to walk, he sighed, "At least I can sleep here and work on her when I'm awake. Beats paying rent or a mortgage."

"You're right about that," Kyle answered on a chuckle. He shifted the crutches and then pointed to the ladder, "You won't mind helping a friend up would you?"

Smirking, Josh turned back and looked at him, "Course not, man. Anything to help." Coming to the ladder, Josh made sure it was in place and didn't risk falling before looking at Kyle and raising his brow, "Uh…how we gonna do this? You're ass is too heavy for me to carry up there."

Kyle chuckled and shook his head, eyeing the ladder. Quirking his brow, he sighed heavily, "If you will just spot me, I'll make my way. It might take a long time, but I'll get it." Handing him the crutches, Kyle grabbed the ladder and placed his foot up, groaning as he pulled himself up. The pace was grueling but he finally made it, his chest heaving.

Coming up the first couple rungs of the ladder, Josh then handed up the crutches to Kyle and waited as he moved. When the coast was clear, Josh came up the rest of the way and smiled as he held open his arms, "Well…now that you're on board, whatcha think? Pretty nice, huh?"

Taking a better look around, Kyle whistled low and nodded, "This is sweet, Josh. It must be nice to have your own place and not have to worry about much of anything. Seriously, are you working on this every second you have?"

"No, I wish. In order for me to afford to keep my boat here, well, I worked out a deal with the people that own the marina. I do clean up around the docks and all plus clean there boat's in exchange for me being able to keep it here. It all works out though. All I have to do is buy my food and of course supplies." Going towards the one of the coolers, he looked back at Kyle, "You want something to drink?"

"I'll take one," Kyle said as he started to roam around. He could see that most of the boat was a work area, tools scattered just about everywhere. He meandered his way toward the back of the boat and snickered, "Every spot is practically a work spot. Where do you actually, live?"

"I've got a bunk down below with a small bathroom and a kitchen. It's not much, but, it's home for me," Josh said as he grinned and produced two beers. Coming back to Kyle, he handed him one, "Compliments of one of the guys out here who hired me to clean his boat."

Kyle nodded and popped the cap and placed the can to his lips, "You're doing good, Josh. Things are finally working out for you." Continuing to survey his surroundings, Kyle saw a few tools and materials that he wasn't familiar with and arched his brow, "Josh, dude, that's heavy duty stuff for boat remodeling. Whatcha up to?"

Glancing over to the area Kyle was looking at, Josh shook his head and went over, taking a seat in one of the plastic chairs, "It's nothing, man. Just some shit I thought I'd try to teach myself. Didn't work out though, so…it's just been sitting there." Taking a sip of his beer, Josh watched as Kyle continued to look around and then got up, "Look uh…if you ever need a place to get away from your dad and all, you're more then welcome here."

"I appreciate that, man. Sometimes, it can get a bit…much, if you know what I mean. Dad and his…ah…girlfriend really have a healthy sex life. That's something that I don't want to hear." Kyle took a swig and then smiled, "it will be nice to get away."

Smirking and taking another drink, Josh then pointed to Kyle, "Maybe you should find someone, Kyle. A guy with your looks shouldn't have a problem in that department."

"Well, there was a potential, but that's all over with. I'm not worried about it though. Right now, I just want to start working again."

Blowing out a tuff of air, Josh shook his head and went over to the railing and looked out towards the water, "Work…nowadays that's something that hard to find…worse then trying to find some to be with really." Taking a swig of his beer, he sighed, "At least you got connections with your dad having worked for the city. Me…let's just say it's not as easy when you're family like's to talk about you and how you are."

Frowning, Kyle asked, "What do you mean? Talks about how you are? You're Josh…I don't see anything wrong with you."

Smiling some, Josh raised his brow and then looked down, "Kyle…I'm gay. My family doesn't approve of my sexual preferences…and neither did most of the guys in my outfit. That's one of the reason's I was sent home. Well, that and not obeying orders. But the point is my step mom and sister both thought I was some kind of freak…guess they won't think that anymore."

Arching his brow, Kyle asked, "What is that supposed to mean? There's nothing wrong with being gay. Your mom and sister are assholes. You're not a freak."

Turning back around and looking at him, Josh shrugged with a smirk, "And they won't think that anymore. There dead…they died in that hit at that middle school last month."

Looking to him, Kyle shook his head, "Man, I'm sorry to hear that. Even though you had a bad relationship, it's still hard to lose…"

"Dude, I fucking had a party when I found out. I'm not sorry that there dead, they deserved worse in my opinion," Josh said with a hint of acidity to his voice.

Taken aback by his admission, Kyle shook his head, "Man…I know that they were harsh, but it's not cool to wish your family dead."

Finishing off his beer, Josh tossed the empty can into a barrel and laughed as he went for another, "Man, Kyle, chill out. Hell, you wouldn't believe how many times they wished I was dead…and even had the balls to tell me to my face."

Unable to fathom the type of relationship that Josh had with his family, he shook his head, "Well, I don't know about all that, but…Let's just chill out. This is my way of getting some air, I want to enjoy it."

Getting out two more beers, Josh carried over another to Kyle and handed it to him, "Then sit down and stay awhile. If you want, I can order us a pizza or something." Going over, Josh turned on his radio and smiled, "Freedom is fucking great!"

Kyle smiled and popped the top on the can once more and shook his head. Despite being disturbed about Josh's demeanor, he was ready to unwind a little and enjoy himself. He watched Josh as he nodded his head to the music, losing himself completely.

Horatio moved about the kitchen methodically, listening out for Cerise as she slumbered in the bassinet, preparing dinner. In the weeks since the bombing at the middle school, he had seen less and less of the lab, especially now that the trail seemed to have ran cold. Despite this, Calleigh still logged in long hours in the quest to find the perpetrator, often coming in late. Horatio had picked up the pace to make sure that she had to do virtually nothing, but even with that, he still saw nothing more than her showering and immediately going to bed. The balance had been off between them, but he didn't blame her, he just did as much as he could with the hopes that it would get better.

Just as he was beginning to cook, he heard Kyle coming and turned to see him still in his thoughtful mood. He'd been that way since coming back from a visit with his friend, and Horatio was starting to worry slightly. Kyle was always personable, but if there was something bothering him, he retreated within himself, locking it away from others. He was like him in many ways, that one especially.

Despite his insistence to remain neutral and out of the way, Horatio felt the need to inquire, hoping that it would lead him to talk more. He was taking a gamble that it would work, but it was gamble worth taking.

Clearing his throat, he spoke softly as Kyle crossed over him to grab a cup, "Hi, Kyle. How's it going?"

Stopping in his tracks, Kyle looked up to see his dad working in the kitchen and nodded slightly as he leaned on his crutches, "Okay I guess. Did you need any help in here?"

"No, not really, but… Kyle, is there something wrong? You haven't been the same since coming from Josh's place." Horatio turned back to his preparations and waited a beat for his answer.

Taking in a deep breath, Kyle struggled with himself on whether or not to say anything. Going over to the table and sitting down the best he could, he set the crutches aside and looked to his father, "Dad…why do some people feel like a death is something to have a celebration over?"

Hearing his tone, Horatio stopped what he was doing and then moved to the table, wiping his hands in a towel. The question revealed the deeper quandary within him and he could practically feel the confusion and slight despair.

Taking a seat, he placed his hands on the table and exhaled, "Some people handle death differently, son. It's a very intense situation, really." Looking to Kyle, he asked, "What happened?"

Licking his lips, Kyle stared down at the floor and shook his head before looking at Horatio, "Josh's step mom and step sister were killed in that school bombing…and he was happy about it. He actually laughed about them dying."

Horatio frowned and narrowed his brow, "What do you mean, he laughed about them dying? Why would he be happy about losing family?"

"He said they didn't like him because…because he's gay." Dropping his eyes, Kyle sat back, "He said they would call him a freak…even out in public in front of others."

Concerned, Horatio looked to Kyle in earnest and asked, "Kyle, has Josh been able to see a counselor. He seems to have underlying issues that are starting to manifest. Does he seem to have the tendency to hurt himself?"

"No, dad, Josh isn't like that. He works at the marina and works on his boat. Hell, he was walking around in shorts and didn't have a scratch on him." Running a hand through his hair, Kyle stared out again, "He just...he's the same as he was before, only, like I said, he started talking about them and was happy about them being gone."

"Well, that's not good behavior at all, no matter how you see it, Kyle. Josh is disturbed." Horatio could still sense the distraught in Kyle and offered, "If his demeanor progresses, will you come and talk to me about it?"

Nodding, Kyle sighed, "Yeah. I will." Looking back over at him, Kyle crinkled his brow and leaned onto the table some, "There's something else, dad. When I was on his boat…I…I saw some stuff he had there. Dad, he had a lot of wire, radio parts and I saw what looked like military grade timing devices."

"Wires and timing devices? Kyle, are you sure?" Horatio asked as his heart stopped cold in his chest. He looked to his son in earnest and continued, "Was there anything put together?"

"It was hard to tell, dad. He had a lot covered with a tarp. He said he was trying to teach himself some stuff but it didn't work out and that it'd been sitting there." Taking in a breath, Kyle swallowed and raised his brow, "Dad, I think Josh had something to do with that school bombing."

Thoroughly concerned now, Horatio furrowed his brow, "Kyle, are you sure? I mean, that's a heavy accusation." The heat started to thrum inside of him at the admittance and he began to think of ways to get his hands on a piece of the materials. Looking to Kyle, he stated somberly, "If he is, there's no way that the team could investigate, there's no probable cause to search his home."

Sitting back and slouching in his chair some, Kyle frowned and sighed, "Dad…I wouldn't have told you if I didn't think he could be the one." Taking in a deep breath and then biting his bottom lip, Kyle looked back up at his dad, "What if I were to bring something from there? Maybe one of the devices I saw or some of the wiring? Would the lab be able to compare it to what they've found?"

"No, Kyle you shouldn't do this. What you should do is try and get the names of the victims. Let the team follow the evidence. We don't want to ruin the chance of the team getting the evidence legally. We have to do this the right way." Keeping Kyle's gaze, he shook his head, "If you're right, son, we can put this case to rest."

"I already know there names, dad. Michelle Fuller and Tamera Middleton. When I went to use the bathroom I saw their obituaries he'd cut out and had on the wall," Kyle said with a determined tone.

Horatio felt the pull of the job and sighed, running his hands through his hair. Usually, when he got a tip, he moved on it, but now, he wasn't in the position to do anything. The sound of Cerise stirring brought him out of his stupor and he looked to Kyle, "We'll have to notify someone of this tip and have them run the evidence."

Nodding, Kyle reached for his crutches, "Okay, dad. Look, I'll get Cerise and keep her entertained." Standing up, he looked back to Horatio, "Thanks, dad."

"No problem. Thank you for coming to me with this." Standing along with him, Horatio moved toward the stove again and started back on his preparation, ever mindful of the next step to take.

Going out to the living room, Kyle smiled as he neared the bassinet and set his crutches aside. Taking a seat in the chair, he reached and pulled it over to him and then reaching in, he brought Cerise out. Smiling at the baby as she looked at him, Kyle held her close and began to talk to her, "Hey, Cerise. Trying to get our attention? Well, guess what…it worked."

Taking a second, Horatio stepped away from the stove to reach for the phone. Dialing her number, he waited, listening to Kyle and Cerise bond. A small smile came over him just as her voice filtered through to him, his heart beating rapidly, "Hey, beautiful…any closer to getting home?"

Closing and locking up the gun vault, Calleigh smiled and walked back towards her desk in her lab, "As a matter of fact, I'm done. I was just locking up the vault and gonna head out. What's up?"

"Well, Kyle told me something that I think you should know. He went over to his friend's house and stated that he saw a few items of a questionable manner."

Getting to her desk, Calleigh pulled out her purse and keys and smiled, "Really? And what would those items be? Magazines, porno's…"

"Actually, more like military grade timers, wires and radios. All the materials needed to build a bomb, Calleigh." Turning somewhat, he saw Kyle interacting with Cerise and sighed heavily, "Kyle says that his friend has talked about the bombing at the school and was actually happy that his family died in the blast. I think this guy is the one we're looking for."

Stopping what she was doing, Calleigh looked around to make sure she was alone, "Horatio…is Kyle sure about what he saw?"

"He assured me that he did see those items. He wanted to take some but I told him that this needs to be done right." Horatio exhaled and then shook his head, "Calleigh, the only way I know how to get into this guy's place is to follow the evidence. Kyle gave me the names of the victims, if we do a victimology, we can link this guy to them."

Reaching for a pen and slip of paper, Calleigh sat down at her desk, "Okay, Horatio. Give me the names and I'll let Tim know what going on and we'll get started on them now."

Horatio's eyes narrowed and he questioned, "You're staying there? Calleigh…you can tell Tim and come home. You've been there all day…"

"Horatio, you cannot tell me you wouldn't be doing the same if you were here. With both of us working it it's not gonna take all that long. Besides, Ryan and Natalia are out on a scene and Jesse and Walter are doing knock and talks on another case."

"Calleigh, I want you to come home," Horatio said as he felt his temper rising. He leaned against the counter and attempted to calm himself. Realizing she was right, he relinquished his hold and conceded, "Okay…Dinner's going to be in the microwave and I'll leave the light on for you."

"Thank you. Now what are the names?" Writing them down as he gave them to her, Calleigh then placed her purse back into her desk, "I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?"

"Take your time, Calleigh. Just find the connection, alright?" Disappointed, he rubbed his face and added, "I love you."

"I love you too, Handsome. I promise, I'll try not to be too late," Calleigh said as she grabbed the slip of paper and began to head towards the door. Sighing, she added, "I promise I'll make this up to you."

"Don't worry about it, good luck ok?"

"Okay." Saying there goodbye's, Calleigh closed her phone, and headed out her lab and towards the elevator. Pushing the button, she then reopened her phone and dialed his number, wanting to make sure he was around. Hearing him answer, Calleigh stepped into the elevator as the door slid open and hit the button for the upper floor, "Tim, where are you?"

"Getting ready to go home to my daughter and girlfriend, why? Where are you?" Tim answered as he moved from his desk. He walked to the door and paused to turn off the lights, chuckling slightly, "I know, it's freaky, this is the first time in a long time I can get home at a decent hour."

Biting her lip, Calleigh then closed her eyes, "You can't go home yet, Tim."

Furrowing his brow, Tim shook his head as he opened the door, "What are you talking about, I'm five seconds from getting on the elevator and then my bike and going home. Things are done, there's no need for me to be here."

"I have new information on the school bomber, Tim…you need to be here. We have to do a victimology on these names that were given to me and see if they lead us back to this possible suspect," Calleigh said as her elevator stopped and she got off. "I'm heading to your office right now."

Peering out into the corridor, he saw her coming and sighed, dropping his head. Stepping back into the office, he hung up the phone and waited for her, stepping aside when she came to the door. Gesturing in, he spoke in a flat tone, "Come on in, make yourself at home."

"Don't worry so much, Tim…I'm staying too," Calleigh said as she went in and then turned back to him. Holding the slip of paper in her hands, Calleigh raised a brow, "Horatio called me with this lead."

Taking the slip of paper, he read the names and sighed, "Okay, so we need to get into victimology. We still have the student and faculty records?"

"Jesse made copies of them," Calleigh said as she watched him. "The boys name on there, he's a friend of Kyle's. Apparently Kyle saw military grade timing devices, wiring and radios…things that can be used for bomb making. Also…those two on there…they were his step mom and step sister."

The information struck him as odd and he scratched his head, "Okay, tell me why this boy wanted his step sister and step mother dead. What was the motive?"

Raising a brow, Calleigh shrugged, "He's gay. From what he told Kyle…they didn't approve of him and even made it publicly known."

"Well, that's a very big motive." Taking a second, Tim ran a hand through his hair and nodded, "We get into it and find the connection and then hopefully, by the morning, we'll have a search warrant." Going to his desk, he picked up the phone and dialed a number, waiting, "I'm going to get some help, go ahead to the layout room and get started."

"Okay…and Tim, I'm sorry, I know you wanted to get home…I did to." Leaving Tim with that, Calleigh headed out and down towards the layout room to get the ball rolling.

Tim sighed and focused as her voice came to him, disappointment filling him. "Chastity, I've got a bit of bad news."

Pulling out the dinner she has prepared, Chastity frowned and sighed as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, "Tim, please don't tell me you have to work. Dinner is practically done and Emma is all but waiting at the door for you."

Running his hand over his face roughly, Tim sat back and held his hand up in defeat, "What can I do, Chastity? We have a lead, we have to follow it. This could be a case breaker. Wouldn't you want me to work at it until it's done?"

Placing the chicken on top of the stove, Chastity closed the oven door and raised a brow, "What I would like is to be able to actually have a night without interruptions or you coming home late." Closing her eyes, she shook her head and sighed, "Stay Tim…I'm sure I can find something for me and Emma to do."

"You act as if I had something to do with this, like I can help this, Chastity. You just don't know how much I want to be there with you and Emma. I was almost out the door when Calleigh came up."

"Figures. Anything to help Calleigh, right. Like I said Tim, stay, we'll make due without you here like we always do," Chastity said and then hung up the phone.

Wincing, Tim then set the phone down and stared at the picture on his desk, feeling as if he were losing. The case had drawn out for weeks and for weeks he and Chastity had been at odds with each other. If something didn't give, he was afraid that Chastity wasn't going to stick around.

Coming out of the office, Tim headed for layout, with the hopes that they could put this case to rest as soon as possible.

Pulling into the driveway, Calleigh shut of her car and looked towards the lighted house. After spending the evening hammering out victimology with Tim, the had found the link they needed along with other information on Josh to be able to acquire the needed warrant to search his boat. Gathering her things, she got out the car and locked it up before heading to the door. Smiling as it opened for her, she saw Horatio standing there waiting and went straight into his arms.

Holding tight to him, she closed her eyes and whispered near his ear, "I'm sorry, Handsome."

Taking in her warmth, Horatio smiled as he held her closer, "It's alright, sweetheart. You're home now." After a moment of standing in each other's arms, Horatio pulled away from her slowly and caressed her chin, "And for the record, no shop talk. I want you to relax and that entails forgetting about the job for right now."

Nodding as she smiled, Calleigh raised a brow, "That goes for tomorrow to then. I'm off tomorrow…so you have me 'til Thursday morning."

Arching a brow playfully, he smirked, "I'll have to see about Alexx taking Cerise. Your neglected fiancé needs some alone time with you." Bending to nuzzling her neck, he sighed softly and whispered, "Dinner's already warming for you, take your time, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered as she let him continue to nuzzle her. Closing her eyes she moaned softly, "I missed you."

"I missed you," he replied as his hands drifted to her waist. Holding her closer to him he chuckled, "I'll let you go so you can eat, but as soon as you're done, you're mine."

"I love the sound of that," Calleigh replied softly as he backed away some. Taking his hand, they walked towards the kitchen and she looked up at him, "How was Cerise for you today?"

Horatio squeezed her hand lightly and nodded, "Things were interesting today. Cerise found her hands and was totally engrossed in them. After a few minutes of that, she fell asleep and then so did Dad." Laughing lightly, he led Calleigh into the kitchen, "I tell ya. She's got me on her schedule now."

Laughing with him, Calleigh watched as he let go of her hand and went over to get her food for her. Getting a drink for herself, Calleigh glanced over at him, "But you know…being a stay at home dad fits you. I've never seen you this happy and relaxed at the same time, Horatio."

"It's so easy with her. She's not a needy baby, often it's me getting in her face to play and she who tries to swat me away. I love our time together." Putting the plate down on the table, he pulled the chair out, "Her smile, and her little coos are addictive."

Getting her drink and carrying it to the table, Calleigh then sat down in the chair he was holding out for her and watched as he took the one next to her. Picking up her fork, she looked at the meal he'd prepared, "This looks wonderful, Horatio."

"Yeah, Kyle was looking after Cerise so I could devote my attention to it. I hope you like it." Horatio watched attentively as she took the first couple of bites and then smirked as she continued to eat, "I'm going to take that as a clue that you like it. There's plenty more if you want it."

Taking her napkin in hand, she wiped her mouth and nodded, "This is as good as it looks." Glancing at him, she raised a brow, "Please tell me you ate with Kyle."

"I ate with Kyle," Horatio answered with a slight nod. He crossed his arms at his chest and licked his lips as she took a drink. The sight of her neck muscles tensing and relaxing as she drank sparked a flame but he soon quelled it, remembering that she had a long day. Clearing his throat, he spoke, slightly embarrassed that his voice had grown husky with need. "Uh…do you need some more to drink?"

Noticing his change in tone, Calleigh sat her glass down and licked her lips slowly, knowing he'd be watching, "Yes, please." When he got up, Calleigh smiled to herself already knowing what the night was gonna bring for them, "So uh…did Kyle go to bed already or did he go out tonight?"

Horatio poured the sweet tea into the glass and replaced the pitcher with a small smile and nodded, "He went out with a couple of friends. He said he'd be back later and not to wait up. Cerise is in the nursery." Picking up the monitor, he shook it, "She's been knocked out nearly all evening."

Smirking, Calleigh raised a brow as she watched him come back over to her, "So, it's just us then tonight, huh?"

"Yes, it's just us. Why? Do you have something planned?" Horatio asked coyly. Placing the glass in front of her, he smirked, "Dinner's almost done, should I go ahead and start your bath?"

Remembering his request from weeks before, Calleigh raised a brow as she got another bite ready, "Yes…make sure it's hot with lots of bubbles…and you're in nothing but your robe."

The tone she took infused and aroused him and he nodded dutifully, "Yes, Ma'am." Without another word, he moved deftly upstairs and into the bathroom, starting the bath. Attending to her precise directions, Horatio made sure that the water was hot and there was sufficient bubbles before turning off the water and moving into the room. Quickly, he undressed and donned his robe, tying it tightly about his waist. Listening for the sounds that she was on her way up, Horatio sat on the bed and pondered what was about to happen, unable to stop the smile from spreading.

Finishing up her meal, Calleigh cleaned off her plate and placed it into the dishwasher. Starting it, she then got her glass of tea and turned off the lights. Heading for the stairs, she went up and made a detour to Cerise's room. Going in, she moved quietly to the crib and looked in at her sleeping daughter. Smiling down, she kissed her fingers and placed them on Cerise's head, "Night, night, angel…mommy loves you."

Leaving the room as quietly as she entered, Calleigh then headed to their room and went in, finding Horatio sitting at the end of the bed waiting for her. Without a word, she went over, placing her tea onto the night stand and then moved back to him. Standing in front of him, she raised a brow and spoke softly, "Take my clothes off of me, Horatio."

Looking up to her, Horatio then reached for the buttons of her shirt, taking each one slowly. With every button taken, he spread the shirt away from her body and traced his fingers on the exposed skin. Once it was unbuttoned completely, he reached to slip the shirt off of her shoulder and allowed it to drop to the floor. Running his fingers over her lightly, he made short work of the trousers, pulling them down from her hips and then standing, taking her hand. Helping her step out of the trousers that now pooled, he then walked behind her to take off her bra, freeing her from the lacy material, his mouth practically watering with desire.

After discarding the bra and then the matching pair of panties, he awaited her next directive, his heart hammering in his chest.

Turning and facing him, Calleigh then moved around him and headed towards the bathroom. Looking back to him, she raised a brow, "I want you to wash me, Horatio."

Following, he entered into the bathroom to see her slipping into the tub with the bubbles overflowing and smirked slightly. When she was immersed completely, he approached and then knelt at the foot of the tub, when he reached for the soap, he saw her dismay. Softly he questioned, "Don't you want me to wash you?"

Pursing her lips, Calleigh raised a brow and then pointed to his robe, "Are we forgetting something? I seem to recall telling you the last time then when you bathe me…you are to disrobe before you even touch the soap."

Nodding obediently, Horatio stood and untied his robe, the panels dropping instantly. Taking it off, he folded it once and laid it across the counter and then returned to her side. With her eyes taking in every inch of his body, the arousal and desire grew inside of him, coursing through him like wildfire. He wanted her to take him now, but he knew that waiting would be the sweetest reward.

Remembering from the last time, Horatio again knelt at the base of the tub and awaited her instructions, his heart thrumming wildly. Soon, she would go deeper into the role he'd requested of her, stripping him of his very will, something he was willing to do without doubt. An anxious pulse of electricity burned through him and he exhaled softly as she relished her drawn bath.

Laying back and letting her head rest on the towel at the back of the tub, Calleigh closed her eyes. Lifting her hand, her eyes remained closed as she spoke again, "Get my loofah and my bath gel and start at my feet and work your way up."

Horatio moved into action and gathered the materials and then began to apply the gel generously to the loofah. Starting from her feet, he washed gently, loving the feel of her slickened skin in his hand. He resisted the urge to groan, knowing that any sound would make her irate, resorting to licking his lips. Coming her waist he lingered, feeling his arousal building.

Stretching some in the water, Calleigh then relaxed again and let out a long deep breath as he continued to wash her. Even though this was only there second time with her in charge, she had seen a change in Horatio after the last time, one that she liked. Deciding to be naughty, Calleigh lifted her arms out of the water, folding them and laying her head back onto them. Knowing this lifted her breasts more, she then peaked some to find him staring at her breasts. Licking her lips slowly, she sighed, "Get my tea for me, Horatio…and be quick about it so you can finish washing me."

Standing, Horatio silently left the room and retrieved her tea, coming back to her. Her eyes were closed and her body was on full display, her breast lifted decorously. He stood at the door for moments, drinking her in. Once she fell into that dominated role, he would not be able to stare as he did now and he relished it.

Bringing himself out of his stupor, Horatio approached and placed the tea within her reach and knelt, starting back where he left off from.

Opening her eyes as she felt Horatio start back washing her, Calleigh reached for her tea and took a long drink. Setting it back, she laid her head back and watched as he moved slowly over her skin with the loofah, making sure she was clean. When he reached her breasts, Calleigh looked at him and raised a brow, "Leave them for last."

Abiding by her directions, Horatio gently lifted her and washed her back, moving toward her front allowing the loofah to traverse her neck and her shoulders. Coming to her breasts, he washed them lovingly, admonishing them with his soft caresses.

Letting him take his time, Calleigh closed her eyes back and then slowly spread her legs open for him and purred, "You have one last place to wash."

He followed through by reapplying more shower gel and forging a trail to her sex, his heart now running a blistering pace. The effort it was taking to keep him in his role was strong and he fought with every fiber of his body to obey.

Purring as he washed her, Calleigh arched her back slightly and moaned. The feeling that coursed through her was like none other, but, as soon as it began, she ended it. Closing her legs back, she opened her eyes, "Now rinse me."

Hearing the determination in her voice, Horatio did as he was told and began to rinse her. His eye for detail noticed as the water sluiced off of her, the desire clawing at him. Her dominant demeanor rousted him and despite the desire to take over, he remained in compliance. After she was completely rinsed, Horatio took a step back and replaced the loofah, allowing her a moment's contentment.

Enjoying her time in the bath, Calleigh reached for her tea one again and took another sip. Feeling his eyes on her, she set it back and then moved to sit up. Looking to him, she raised a brow and spoke firmly, "Get my towel ready…you will dry me, at no time are you to touch me without the towel being between us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." He answered simply. Getting the towel, Horatio move silently and then bent to help her out of the tub. True to her directions, Horatio did not touch her without the towel, even though all logic screamed to.

Waiting as he dried her off, Calleigh watched him, seeing the desire in his eyes. She knew what this was doing to him and as her eyes traveled down his lean body, her eyes settled on his hardened member, seeing the confirmation. When he finished, she moved from him and turned to leave out, calling back, "Let the water out the tub, bring my drink and then come to me."

Once she left, Horatio folded the towel and then knelt to let the water out. The coolness of the tub glanced across his sensitive member and he stifled a shiver, pausing just for a second before rinsing the tub. With his work done, he reached for the glass of tea and then went into the room. As he pushed the door open, he saw her lying on the bed, waiting for him.

Laying spread out on the bed, Calleigh arched her back some, pushing her breasts up. Running her hands over her body, she looked over at him, "Come here, Horatio. Put my drink on the night stand and then kneel on the bed next to me."

There was no hesitation in his step as he did what he was told, his eyes never leaving her body. His mouth seemed to become insanely dry as he placed the glass down and then knelt on the bed, waiting for her next command. Averting his eyes as like the last time, he could feel the beating of his heart as he breathed, the silence almost deafening. He was anxious for her word and her touch, his body continuing to evolve into a heightened state of arousal.

Looking at him as she continued to let her hands roam her body, Calleigh finally spoke again, "Look at my body, Horatio." When he did, a small smile formed and she purred as her hands drifted down to the small then trail of hair at her mound and she spread her legs, "Does my body turn you on, Horatio? Are you wanting to touch me, lick me…fuck me?"

"Yes," he answered, his voice thick with desire. He watched as her hands drifted around her sex, tantalizing him, pushing him to the limit. Licking his lips, he felt his pulse jump as her fingers glanced over the lips of her entrance but didn't penetrate, the teasing pulling at his control.

Smirking, she then sat up and reached for the drawer on her nightstand. Pulling out a long black silk scarf she closed the drawer back and turned to him as she moved to the edge of the bed, "Lay down, Horatio. I don't want you forgetting you cannot touch."

Horatio laid down and watched silently and calmly as she moved like a predatory cat. He relished the feel of her eyes on him and of the power she was wielding against him. To have the control stripped from him relaxed him in more ways than he could imagine.

The feeling of silk running across his body pulled him from his musings and his body reacted, his member stiffening even more. It was amazing how much she could stimulate him with only the power of seduction.

Starting at his feet, Calleigh ran the scarf up his left leg slowly until she reached his upper thigh. Seeing how hard he was, she let it trail over his hardened member and smiled as a small gasp left his lips. Knowing he was on edge and ready to pounce, Calleigh then moved slowly up his body and took his left hand in hers. Lifting his arm, she began to tie the scarf around his wrist and then placed it behind his head. Reaching for his other, she moved it up with the other and repositioned herself as she began to tie his hands to the headboard.

With her breasts hanging down in his face, she could feel his hot breath hitting her nipples and cocked a brow, "Don't even think about sucking on them, Horatio."

Horatio swallowed as she tested the tension of her work, her bountiful breast making his mouth water with need. He could practically feel the hardness of her nipples that were now budding right before his eyes. She lingered and for a split second, he challenged the thought of not taking her into his mouth, but then he thought twice. He didn't want to ruin a good thing.

Satisfied with her work, Calleigh slowly moved back, letting her nipples scrape over his face. Sitting up and kneeling next to him, she then ran a hand over his chest, watching as his muscles caved under her touch. Turning herself to face him, she then straddled his hips and began to rub her sex over his hardened member. Leaning down to him, her lips hovered over his and she whispered, "You're so hard, Horatio. Can you feel how wet you've made me?"

The proximity was maddening, the desire to lift up slightly to complete the journey to her lips coursing through him causing his blood to rush through his veins. Her heat was addicting and the aroma of her enveloped him, a groan escaping his lips. His control was waning, and he wanted nothing more now than to thrust into her willing body.

Pulling at the restraints, Horatio grumbled in a rough tone, "You're soaking wet…I have…to have you."

Wanting to push him to the edge more, Calleigh kissed him softly and then moved off him, "No." With that she laid down next to him, her head resting up near his arms and she let her hands start to roam her body again. Closing her eyes and moaning softly, she reopened her legs, draping one over his and slipped one hand down her body.

Tortured by the sound of her moans and the feel of her skin, Horatio felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into madness. He gripped the restraints as his heart hammered in his chest as his member stiffening impossibly harder. Gritting his teeth, he bit out, "C-Calleigh…please."

Her fingers on her right hand circled her clit as her other hand reached up and squeezed her breast. Hearing his request, Calleigh smiled and slowly opened her eyes, "No talking, Horatio…or else be punished tonight."

Frustration built along with the desire to see how far she was willing to take it, taking a deep breath and then releasing it slowly. He was warring with his carnal lusts that kept him at the mercy of her, and logic that told him that he was nearing the point of no return. His body thrummed with excitement and he began to breathe heavily when he heard her begin to moan again, opening his eyes to see her touching herself in all the sweetest places. He longed to touch her, to thrust into her as she moaned his name, but he knew that the control wasn't his.

Her fingers circled her now sensitive clit and Calleigh gasped in pleasure as her body responded to her menstruations. With her breathing picking up more, Calleigh felt her wetness growing and lifted her hand from herself. Reaching back to him, she brought her fingers to his lips and whispered, "Taste, Horatio."

The taste of her hit his lips and he nearly lost himself, groaning as his eyes slid shut. He sucked on her fingers greedily, as if he couldn't get enough of it and refused to let go. When she took it away from him, he reached for her, cursing that he was restrained, his lustful desires growing.

"Be a good boy, Horatio and I might let you have more," Calleigh said as she moved her hand back down to her mound and began to fondle herself again. Circling her clit, she arched her back up off the bed and moaned softly. Licking her lips, her fingers began to move faster and she panted, "Horatio…I'm so wet…"

Horatio couldn't contain himself as he bucked his body against hers, defying her dominance. The need coursed through him and he couldn't contain himself, "Calleigh…I need you."

Stopping, Calleigh sat up and looked to him, seeing the lust and desires in his eyes. Cocking a brow and remembering what he had told her the first time, Calleigh then got up off the bed and picked up his robe. Putting it on and tying it around her body, she reached for her glass and took a long drink, finishing it off. Heading towards the door, she called back, "Let's see if you can calm yourself down by the time I get back, Horatio…or you'll go longer without."

Staring at her proud stance in his robe, Horatio clenched his teeth and struggled against the restraints, pleasure morphing into pain. She was pushing the limits and he hated and loved it. "Calleigh, don't leave me like this."

Wondering if she was pushing him too far, Calleigh took a step back towards him and then stopped, "Horatio…I'm only going to get me a drink…that's all. I'll be back in a few minutes. But I need you to calm down for me some."

Closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself, feeling the blood rush through his veins. The sensations bombarded him and he was alive, more alive than he'd ever been and he didn't want to lose the feeling. Shaking his head slowly, he bit out, "I need you, Calleigh…"

Seeing he couldn't take much more, Calleigh relented on going to get herself a drink and went back to the bed. Realizing that once she untied him she wouldn't be able to control him any longer, she decided to give him the best show she could. Getting up onto the bed with his robe on, she stood over him, straddling his body and spoke softly, "I need you to be still, Horatio so I don't fall. Can you do that for me?"

Struggling for control, Horatio nodded and then opened his eyes, "I…I can." The sight of her infused him with insurmountable pleasure and he groaned, wanting to move more. His head lulled at her warmth and he exhaled, "I really need you…Calleigh."

Standing over him, Calleigh smiled down at him and purred, "I know you do, Horatio…but first…" With that, she began to slowly untie his rode and let it fall open. Running her hands over her body, she began to move sensually above him, doing a dance to nonexistent music. Slowly taking off the rode, she tossed it aside and then lowered herself down onto him. Continuing to move her body, she knew what she was about to do would be the end of her control and she was ready for it.

Reaching up, she gently untied his hands and whispered, "How much do you need me?"

"A lot," he answered huskily as he felt the restraints slacken. A feral grin made berth across his lips and he groaned, the feeling of her body moving over his driving him, "So much that I want to fuck you into the mattress."

Removing the ties, she then looked down into his eyes and saw a primal look she'd never seen before. A slight shiver ran through her body as she prepared for his on slot.

Once he was free, Horatio moved swiftly and toppled her over, sending her on her back. Her blond hair spilled over the edge of the bed providing him with an alluring sight. Pinning her with his weight, his fingers caressed her face, moving the stray strands away. Thrusting against her body, he growled, "Your scream is what I need, Calleigh."

Breathing heavily, Calleigh starred into his eyes and nodded. Licking her lips and knowing it would drive him wild, she then whispered, "And if I don't scream?"

Lifting her leg and placing it on his shoulders, Horatio leaned into her more, "Oh…I have my ways." Completing the journey, Horatio sunk into her heat and groaned as he began to set a punishing pace. He could hear her moan with abandon as he began to pound into her almost relentlessly.

Clawing at the sheet under her, Calleigh's neck and shoulder arched off the bed some and her eyes closed as a gasp left her lips. Never had she seen him in such high state of arousal, but it was something that she liked. With each thrust he made into her, she pushed up with her hips, meeting him. Reaching up to him, she opened her eyes to see him lost in his sexual need and hunger, and ran her nails over his shoulders and down his arms.

Horatio bent as he slid easily through her dropping her leg to allow him room. Nuzzling her neck roughly, he inhaled her addictive scent pushing him even further, nipping at her skin. His free hand roamed between her legs and found her clit and circled it rapidly. Her groan met his ear and he smirked even more, setting a blistering pace.

Calleigh's lips parted as she breathed heavily. Opening her legs to him fully, she contracted her inner muscles when he thrusted into her hard and heard his growl. Biting her lip, she reached for her breasts, pushing them together and pinching her nipples, "Harder…Horatio…yes…"

Slamming his hips against her, he lost himself within her, the friction driving him up the wall. He was overwhelmed with sensations and pushed himself harder, attacking her skin almost brutally. He became something entirely different as he began to buck into her, his eyes sliding shut at the sounds that were coming from her now.

Grunting and then crying out, Calleigh held onto him as he set a punishing pace. Arching her back off the bed, she writhed under him, his powerful thrusts hitting her to the core. Loosing herself in him, his name left her lips, echoing through their room. Sweat began to form on her body and her senses were on overload. When her womb began to tighten, Calleigh began to thrash under him, her orgasm hitting her suddenly and hard. Her eyes closed tight as wave after wave of orgasmic high ran through her entire body.

As her orgasm took control over her, Horatio continued to push through, the feeling of her clamping down on him thrusting him to the edge of his own release. Powering through, he stiffened as his seed flowed into her strongly, his back bowing at the action. It seemed as if he was spending forever before he stopped and came to rest over her, breathing heavily.

Holding his weight over her, he looked at her skin and saw the markings, petrified, "Calleigh… I'm…sorry…I went too far…"

Shaking her head as she tried to regain her breath, Calleigh slowly opened her eyes, seeing his horrified look, "N-No…I…I'm fine…you didn't…you didn't hurt me…"

"Calleigh…I practically mauled you. Take a look at your skin," Horatio answered as he glanced to her. He could see the markings more and sat away from her, shaking his head, "I shouldn't have let it go that far."

Sitting up, Calleigh caught her breath and swallowed as she breathed out, "I'll be fine…Horatio…it doesn't even hurt." Moving to him, she place a hand onto his shoulder as her other one went to his chin, turning his head to look at her, "Sweetie, really, I'm okay. You did nothing wrong. I enjoyed it."

"You enjoyed it?" Horatio searched her eyes and found that she was genuine and shook his head again, "I don't want to lose control like that, Calleigh. What would've happened if I would've gone too far? I could've hurt you." Moving from her, he went to the window and gazed out, hearing the sounds of the surf as it crashed to the shore. He had given up control totally for her to give it back at the very point she should have kept it. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed, "I'm…I guess I don't know what I want. I want you to have control, and then I don't…I'm screwed up, Calleigh."

Getting up and going to him, Calleigh rubbed his back as she spoke softly, "You're not screwed up, Horatio. You're going with your desires. I knew what could happen…and I let it. I wanted you like that. You needed that release and I could see it."

"That's dangerous, Calleigh. I didn't realize I was being that rough," Horatio responded as he turned to her. He looked to her and saw the haphazard markings and sighed, "It looks as if I attacked you, Calleigh. You can't go into work like that."

Smirking, Calleigh raised a brow, "Sweetie, have you seen my make drawer? I have stuff to cover it. And if it bothers you that much…then we have a safe word that we'll use. Then you or me will know if we're going too far."

"A safe word." Quirking his brow at her, he smirked lightly, "You're sure about that?"

Shrugging, she looked up into his eyes, "I trust you so much that I know if I needed to use it that you would stop."

Pondering the suggestion, Horatio exhaled as he tentatively wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. His fear was that he would hurt her, but seeing the trust in her eyes, he relented, "Okay…we have a safe word. What will it be?"

Thinking, Calleigh's smile grew and she giggled, "What about bullet?"

"You would think of that," Horatio smirked as he ran his hand through her hair. Exhaling, he nodded, "Bullet it is. And don't try and take it, if you need to use it, use it, okay, Calleigh?"

Nodding some, she whispered, "I will, Handsome." Getting up on her toes, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered against his lips, "I love you."

"I love you," he answered back as he kissed her again. Pressing her against him, he sighed, "So…now what are we going to do? We've got the night…You wouldn't want to go another round would you? You could finish what you started."

Smiling, Calleigh wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes and let her tone turn serious, "Carry me to bed, Lover."

Horatio bent to take her into his arms and walked her back to the bed, keeping his eyes on her. With just one command he was back under her spell, and willing to do her bidding.