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Now for the good stuff!

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

"The most natural, and, consequently, the truest and most intense of the human affections are those which arise in the heart as if by electric sympathy."

From "The Spectacles" by Edgar Allan Poe

Pushing a strand of her long hair back from her eyes, Adrienne eyed her target and holding the slotted PVC pipe in hand, swung it hard, catching Horatio across the chest and upper arms. His agonizing scream filled the room and brought a smile to her face. Her goal to inflict as much pain as she could being met with each blow she made.

His chest was covered in loud red welts, small streams of blood trickled from cuts made by the heavy plastic pipe. Bruises covered his torso and face as sweat dripped from his body. Placing the pipe down as she breathed heavily, Adrienne then picked up a bottle of alcohol and went over to him. Opening the bottle, she the poured it over him, knowing the stinging effect it would have. When the bottle was empty, she threw it aside and went for the filled syringe.

Approaching, she held it up, a smirk on her face, "Time for some feel good medicine, Horatio."

Horatio looked to her through the sweat and blood that ran in his eyes and shook his head with fear. He had tasted what it felt like not to feel, and now he found himself longing for it. Despite that, he knew he had to keep his mind clear.

Breathing in and out heavily, he closed his eyes and spoke, his voice laced with tremendous pain, "A-Adrienne, don't…Please."

"Begging get's you no where, Lieutenant. Especially with me. Now, Taylor might have given in…but she's long gone now." Bending down, she took hold of his arm and patted it, "It'll only sting for a little bit." Slipping the needle into his skin, she depressed the syringe, the liquid contents slipping into his arm. Pulling it out, she rubbed the area and reached to cup his cheek, "There, there…you'll be feeling the effects here shortly."

Almost instantly, the feeling came over him and he dropped his head and smiled, even at the threat that was now posed to him. He lifted it to look at her and his brow knit in confusion. The pain had started to mix with the now euphoric high that he was experiencing and he chuckled lazily, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Running her hand from his cheek and down his chest, she smiled, "I'm sure it will only get better." Coming to his crotch, she palmed him through towel that still covered him and raised a brow, "You'll grow to enjoy what I give you…that is until I decided to kill you."

The sensation of her touch coursed through him and he continued to smile, his eyes sliding shut as more of the poison pumped through his veins. The more she gave him, the more he hungered for it. Bucking his hips, he asked coyly, "What will you give me…until you decide to kill me?"

"Pain…with very little pleasure," she whispered as her hand suddenly gripped him hard through the towel, causing him to take in a breath. "I have so much in store for you."

Even despite the throbbing pain, Horatio laughed, his head lulling, "I'll take whatever you give. As long as you give me more…"

Standing up, Adrienne went back to the table, getting herself a drink of water. Placing the cap back onto the bottle, she picked up the cattle prod she had purchased online and smiled at it. Turning, she went back over to him, placing it onto his calf muscle and zapped him with it, laughing as his body jumped and he cried out in pain.

As the pain suffused through his body, he could feel it lessening, understanding now why she was injecting him. The heroin was acting like a short term pain reliever, allowing her more time with her torture. His chest heaved with exertion as she zapped him again, cringing as he gripped his fists tighter. The hunger for more numbing came and he looked to her, "Do…what… you want. I need more."

Moving the prod up to his torso, she shocked his side, the cry of pain making her laugh more. Getting an idea, she closed the distance between them, reaching for the towel and opening it. Exposing his manhood to her, she eyed his sac and placed the end of the prod there and raised a brow, "Let's see how this feels."

The pain started to build and was no longer masked by the drugs. It coursed through him like electricity and he screamed unable to control his body now. Stiffening as she kept the prod on his sac, he could feel his heart nearly bursting out of his chest. It was relentless and soon, his screams dwindled to cries and then to nothing as she finally moved away from him. Allowing his head to drop, he shook his head, the hunger for numbness coming over him again. Shaking profusely, he pleaded, "Give it to me, Adrienne…I need it…"

"You cannot have anymore for awhile…don't want you to overdose now." Setting the prod aside, she moved back to him, eying her work. Seeing the marks from the prod on his legs and sac, she snickered, "I'm sure all of Miami is going to love hearing about the great downfall of Horatio Caine."

His breaths became cries as she shook his head, his tears surprising him. They changed to laughter as he continued to stare at the floor, the need eating at him. It was likely that he was going to die at her hand, but at the moment, he could think of nothing else other than the next time she would give him a fix.

He could feel her presence and he finally looked up at her and smiled, "You'll like that I'll die a slow death. Just give me some … please…"

"No, my dear." Leaning down and placing her hand under his chin, she gave him a soft kiss to his cheek, "Now be a good boy while I'm gone. There's more things I need to get."

Anxiety hit him and he looked to her pleadingly, "Please don't leave me like this." He struggled to get out of his binds and then ceased as she began to walk away from him. "Adrienne…"

"I'll be back soon, Horatio. Try not to use up all your energy, hun. The calmer you stay, the longer the high stays with you," she replied as she got her purse and turned back to him. Blowing him a kiss, she sighed, "Poor, poor, Horatio. Maybe tonight we'll take more pictures. I'm sure Blonde would like seeing them as well." Leaving him with that thought, she walked out the door, closing and locking it behind her.

"ADRIENNE!" Horatio bellowed as the sound of the locks being thrown hit him. He searched the expanse of the room, frustrated that there was nothing. Remembering what she said, he settled himself and relaxed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Determined to keep whatever high he had, he kept his eyes closed and smiled, relishing the euphoric feeling that was encasing him.

Leafing through yet another file, Walter slapped the folder closed and sat back, allowing his eyes time to readjust before getting back to it. They'd been at this for hours, trying to find a link, any link to Taylor Davis and her now known name. So far, it seemed as if Adrienne McIntyre didn't exist in any form or fashion, yet neither did Taylor Davis. Just when it seemed that they were feeding off of a lead, they'd run into a brick wall. It was disheartening that they couldn't maintain a continuous thread that would lead them to Horatio.

Rubbing his eyes heavily, he exhaled and then looked to Jesse as he concentrated on the file in front of him. "Any luck there, Chief, or did you just run into a big ass brick wall like I did?"

Rubbing his chin some as his eyes continued to scan the file, he raised his brow, "Actually, I think we might have something here, Walter." Handing him over the file, Jesse sat back and rubbed his face roughly, "See a name you recognize there?"

"Adrienne McIntyre." Walter's brow crinkled as he focused more, "But, who is Amanda McIntyre? It says that the real estate holdings were in her name until a few years ago. Could this be a relative?"

"I think we need to find out. This might be our best lead at the moment." Getting up and going to the computer, Jesse typed in the name and watched the screen as they waited. "Any word when Ryan and Natalia will be back from that callout?"

"I haven't heard, but they've been gone for a while now. It shouldn't be long." Narrowing his brow, Walter nodded slowly, "There's probably a slew of properties out there that can be connected to Adrienne McIntyre, but if she's as clever as I'm afraid she is, she's probably got them hidden. This is one slick cat we're dealing with here."

As Amanda McIntyre's license came up with her information, he sighed as he read the bottom, "Deceased. Died a few year's ago. Shit."

"Mr. Cardoza, I'd like to introduce you to said brick wall," Walter responded sarcastically. Standing, he paced slowly, rubbing his chin and then stopping at Jesse's back. Smiling widely, he clapped him hard on the shoulder and then chuckled, "There's more than one way to skin a cat. How about use the address on the license and then run a reverse directory on the owner. If Amanda was a relative to Adrienne, she could have given Adrienne the house. I'll work on probate records and see if there's a will. If there's an Adrienne, there had to be a Mama and a Papa."

"Get on it. If you have to, see if Frank can give you a hand," Jesse replied as he began a reverse directory. Waiting, a license photo of Adrienne popped up as the owner of record. Laughing, Jesse shook his head, "Well, well, look what we have here. Adrienne McIntyre owner of record at 1625 Gail Winds Drive since 2006."

"Finally, a break in the case," Walter exasperated as he started looking as well. He smiled as he found something, and raised his brows, turning the screen towards Jesse, "Not only did I find the last will and testament to Amanda McIntyre, but also Bradley and Michelle McIntyre. Apparently, Brad and Michelle died and gave full custody of one daughter, Adrienne, to Amanda McIntyre, grandmother." Manipulating the mouse more, Walter highlighted Amanda's name and then smiled even more, "Amanda had several properties, giving the house to Adrienne but the others…"

"Look's like she sold them off. Todd Bryant, Peter Sergeant, Pamela Rittenburg…" Sighing heavily, Jesse shook his head, "We're gonna need to talk to all of them and see what they know and who exactly sold the properties to them."

"Looks like we have work to do. I'll get on the horn to Tripp and see if we can get some knock and talks done. Let's hope one of these leads us to H. He's been gone for too long now." Silence encroached upon them and Walter shook his head, "I can't imagine what H's been through, or what he's still going through."

"Horatio's resourceful. Let's just hope wherever he is, he's okay. Last thing I want is to tell Calleigh something bad happened," Jesse said as he began to print out the information they'd gathered.

"One thing's for sure, he's going to need us all when he gets back. There's no telling what this lunatic is putting him through." Walter stood and then started out of the lab, "I'll grab Tripp and head out. I'll call you if we come up with anything."

"Alright, I'll start looking into the family and see if there are any other relatives alive," Jesse replied and then pulled out his cell. Watching as Walter headed towards the elevators, Jesse turned, his eyes focusing on Adrienne's picture on the screen. Hearing him answer, Jesse sighed, "Speed, look's like we might have a break in the case."

"A break?" Tim asked as he looked over to Calleigh, his brow furrowing. After spending several hours at the range, they were now driving back home with the intent on doing some digging themselves. Keeping his eyes on her as she drove, he could see her hands tensing on the steering wheel and the surprise and anxiety in her eyes. Pulling the phone down, he explained, "Jesse says that there's a break in the case."

Hearing him telling Calleigh, Jesse smiled, "We've tracked down an address on Adrienne McIntyre...a house her dead grandmother left her and several business that were owned by Amanda McIntyre and we think were sold by Adrienne. Walter and Tripp are on there way to do some knock and talks with them now."

The news of progress brought a smile to his face and he chuckled, "It's going to be hard as hell to keep her away from the lab now. We'll be there in about ten minutes, you can fill us both in when we get there."

"Alright, see you then. Just meet me in the layout room," Jesse said and then ended the call.

Looking over at Tim and then back to the road, Calleigh glanced back, "Well, what did he say? Do they know where Horatio is?"

"They have an idea. They found some potential locations, but they're going through them extensively." He could see the hope in her eyes and gestured to the coming turn, "I told them we'd be there in ten minutes."

"Okay." Turning on her turn signal, Calleigh began to feel anxious with the news. It'd seemed like an eternity since she'd seen Horatio and now, more then ever, she wanted to be there for him when he was found. Making the turn, she got into the lane she needed and speeded up some, "Are they out checking them now? Who's leading the investigation?"

"Walter and Tripp are going out, Jesse's in the lab with the other information. We shouldn't get our hopes up, but at least it's a break."

"It's more then what we had this morning. Maybe they'll be able to track them down now," she replied, her tone filled with hope.

Not wanting to damper her hope, he nodded and smiled, "We're a step closer to him, Calleigh."

"Tim…I have to be there when they find him. I…I have to tell him…" she replied, unable to finish.

"Calleigh, I don't know if that's such a great idea. We don't know what he's going through," Tim said as he saw the lab come into sight. "We don't know what he's going to be like when he's found."

Slowing her speed, Calleigh glanced at him, "He was there for me, Tim…I have to be there for him. He…he has to know I still love him."

Realizing that he was going to get nowhere with this, he relented, "I'll see what I can do, Calleigh. I won't promise you anything."

Pulling into a parking spot, Calleigh shut off the car and reached over to the glove box. Pulling out her ID, she closed it back and glanced at him, "I keep it in here now…just in case."

Tim nodded and then got out, looking to her as she did the same. The wind whipped at her hair and he smiled lightly at the new image of her. The long blond hair had been a staple of her look for so long, he had a hard time adjusting to her new style. But just as that had changed, so had she and now he had to grapple with that.

Walking around to meet her , he brought her closer, "You're gonna come back here in a few weeks, months, whatever, and it's going to be like you never left, Calleigh. Just as much as things have changed, they've stayed the same."

Staying close to him as they walked, Calleigh took in a deep breath and focused on why they were there, "I'm gonna see if Macy can release me soon. I need to be back here."

"I agree, but only if you're ready, Cal. Let's see how this pans out, you might need Macy to help you deal with Horatio's return." He could feel her tense as they made it up the steps to the lab and then to the door, stopping her before she entered. He could feel her quivering and asked, "Cal...are you okay?"

Looking up at him, she nodded slightly, "Yeah…just anxious to see what they've found. I'll be okay, Tim. If I need some space, I'll let you know."

"Alright. I'll run interference if I see the need to." Tim allowed her entrance and then followed behind her, the both of them heading for the desk sergeant. The exchange was fairly easy and as soon as Tim had gotten his visitor's pass, they headed for the labs.