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Horatio took the opportunity to go out to the hotel. He wanted to find the agent's son, if he was here, and make sure the kid had his priorities straight.

In all honesty, Horatio feared for his job, if the Feds found out about the hotel.

A few children were playing outside, and down by the beach. He saw Benny laying out, surveying her group and reading a magazine.

"And to whom to I owe this pleasure?" Benny smiled up at him. Horatio sat on the cement curb.

"One of the boys that is missing, is an FBI agent's son."

"Oh shit."

"Is one of the two here named Jack?"

"Yes, he's the blonde one, down on the dock." Benny pointed out.

"Have you talked to him?"

"He really doesn't talk much."

"I bet I can get him to talk."

"Good luck." Benny watched him walk across the cement and down into the sand. He stepped onto the wood of the dock. Jack gave him a short glance before staring down into the water.

"Jack, I'm Horatio Caine, I'm with the police department." Horatio sat next to him, and dangled his feet off the deck. "Your dad is looking for you."

"I know." He didn't look up.

"Don't you want to go home?"

"No."

"Why not?" Jack just shrugged. "There has to be a reason why."

"He was never there for me. I spent a lot of time with my aunt."

"Were you with your aunt when they took you?"

"Yes."

"With his job, he can't always be there."

"He had a chance to be with us. Maybe my mom would be alive if he did." Horatio wasn't sure what to say to that.

"I'm going to give you some more time to think about it, okay?"

"Okay." The lieutenant stood up and walked back up to Benny.

"So?"

"He needs more time, he definitly blames his father."

"Poor kid. I'll call you if he changes his mind."

"Thanks again Benny."

"No problem." Horatio strolled slowly back along the streets, and made a few drug dealers scatter back to their houses, but Horatio paid no attention. He looked at the cracked sidewalk, and knew the state of mind Jack was in. He opened the door of the Hummer and jumped out of his skin, David Rossi was sitting in the passenger side. "You can't scare me like that, I'm an old man."

"Sorry Lieutenant."

"Did you follow me here?"

"Yep. What are you doing in this neighborhood?"

"I was looking in on a friend." He sat in the driver's seat and shut the heavy door.

"I'm sorry about Hotch, he's in a dark place."

"You don't have to apologize, I've been in his shoes." He started the Hummer.

"Oh really? How so?"

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"No."

"I know this great place out on the Southside. It's a long story, and a long story deserves good food."

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"Have you read any of my books?" Rossi inquired and took a bite out of his swordfish.

"I'm not much of a reader, but I have heard of you. I went to a few of your seminars." Horatio shrugged.

"So, tell me about your son."

"Let's see. About two years ago, Eric Delko was working on a case where a teenager named Kyle Harmon had violated his parole by drinking, and his parole officer had been murdered. We found out he was in the foster care system, and I found out I had dated his mother when I was undercover. So I checked, and it turned out he was my son. Kyle was blackmailed into kidnapping a woman, and went to jail for a few months. Right now he is serving a tour in Afghanistan." Horatio took a sip of his Coke. "He got tangled up with the Mala Noche, has been kidnapped, participated in an escape. He's proved to be a handful."

"I'd say. Do you know where Jack is?"

"You know I won't answer that."

"Does he blame his father?"

"I wouldn't know, but I bet he does."

"You would say that." Horatio didn't like where this was going.

"I'm done discussing this."