''So who is the body in the backyard?''Horatio asked.
They still had a murder to solve. Technically two. But the skeleton's story was going to have to come from Horatio.
''Jason McLine. Age 62,head of a group of terrorists...Hello,what's this?''Eric said as the computer opened another file.
''What?'' Horatio walked around the desk to look at the monitor.
''There's a whole list here of the group and guess who's the 'right hand man'...Johnathon Iris Caine.''
''My father...''Horatio whispered to himself.
''Could that be where he got the idea of beating you around?''
''I don't think so. He never hit Raymond...just me. For some reason he hated me.''
Eric watched the redhead shudder for a moment. ''Sorry,''he said as soon as he realized why Horatio had shuddered.
''It's not you.''
Eric looked at him with a worried expression for a moment before Horatio left to visit Alexx in the morgue.
...
''Well?''Horatio looked at Alexx. ''Not much I can tell from him,Horatio. All I can say is the push down the stairs did him in.''
Horatio's head dropped as his eyes closed. The memory of his drunken father falling down the stairs came flooding back.
''Any idea who killed him?''she asked,breaking Horatio free from his flashback.
''Plenty...All I can say is his death was too quick...He deserved that pushed down the stairs...but he also deserved worse...''
Alexx stared. ''You killed him?!"'she asked stunned.
''Johnathon Iris Caine was no prize,nor gift. He deserved far worse than what he got. I only wish I'd known how to pull a trigger when I was boy. I could have made him suffer.''
Alexx stood in disbelief.
''Stetler is waiting. He wants to hear how my father died and who killed him. He's just going to love my answer.''
Horatio left the morgue,anger building up in his system.
...
Ryan examined the knife that had been found in the basement. Then he looked at the chains,then the shackles,all covered with blood. It was hard to believe that all of the blood came from his boss.
While Ryan continued to examine the blood covered items,Horatio sat in the interrogation room with Rick Stetler.
''I still don't but it that the push was an accident.''
Horatio sighed for a moment,then collected himself before he fell into a fit of rage and punched the man.
''Rick,I was 12 years old. I could not have possibly known that the push down the stairs would kill him. Don't push your luck.''
Stetler glared and smiled.
''You still killed him. It's murder.''
''The man raised a gun at my mother. My intention was to push him and throw off his aim.''
''It was murder,Caine.''
''NO,it wasn't. It wasn't my father that was murdered. It was my mother. I pushed him down the stairs and when he hit the floor,I didn't know he wasn't going to get up.''
''Again,you still killed him.''
''Say what you will. I was trying to protect my mother.''
''I'm saying it's murder and it's going on your record.''
Horatio looked at Rick and smiled one of those evil smiles,which no one at work had seen him use,not even Rick.
And Rick didn't like the smile he was given. It was a dark,cruel,and evil little smile that you could only get from a very well controlled and pissed off redhead with blue eyes.
Horatio was stepping closer,and Rick was stepping back. Suddenly he felt the wall against him,and when he looked at Horatio,he began to squirm under his gaze.
Horatio's hand lashed out and gripped the collar of Rick's shirt,causing the FBI Agent to yelp in fear.
''Go ahead. Try me. I dare you. You'll only bring yourself down in the end,though. You lose your job for falsely accusing me of murder,and since everyone knows you hate me...well...let's just say,I can't wait to see you in court.''
Rick stood pressed against the wall with horror plastered all over his face as Horatio left the interrogation room laughing maniacally.
His strange and deranged laughter got everyone in the lab to stare at him.
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(Smiles at Horatio's deranged laugh) You can almost here it,too. XD