The Miami sun glistened across the calm waters. It rose slowly over the calming ocean waters, spreading rays of orange, yellow, and pink into the sky. The air was cool from the previous night, only to slowly warm with the rising sun.

Amber eyes opened with the sun shining through the window. Waves of brown hair tumbled beside a soft, cream colored, face. She gently rubbed her eyes, waking herself up. The room slowly came into focus around her.

Marisol Delko Caine sat up in her bed, propping herself up on her elbows, and watched the sunrise through the window. With a small smile on her face, she rose from the bed and walked to the window. She sighed sadly, wishing for her husband to enjoy the sight with her. But such was the life of a detective's wife.

Horatio had left for work no more than two hours ago. Marisol had heard him and felt him move from the bed. She'd wanted to rise with him, to wish him a good day, but then a simple kiss on her cheek and her hair brushed from her face, Horatio seemed to tell her to go back to sleep. Before the bedroom door had closed, Marisol had drifted back to sleep.

Marisol turned from the window, deciding it was time to get dressed. She strolled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Allowing the water to warm and fill the bathroom with steam, Marisol stripped her red cotton nightdress and stepped under the warm water. She stood under the water for a few moments, adjusting to the heat, waking herself further. She washed away the previous night from her hair and body, readying herself for whatever may come today.

Marisol turned off the water and reached out for a towel. She lightly dried her body and wrapped her hair up in the towel. Reaching out again, Marisol grabbed her silk robe and wrapped up her body. She stepped out of the shower and walked back into her bedroom.

She picked out a light pink halter top and simple jeans. Marisol kept the towel around her hair until she'd dressed herself. She walked back to the bathroom and towel dried her hair. Her dark brown strand hung around her face. She ran her brush through her hair several times and walked back out of the bathroom.

Out in the living room, Marisol inhaled the deep aroma of coffee. She walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot, still half-full of coffee. A small white coffee mug was set by the coffee pot. Marisol smiled at the mug. Horatio had given her the mug two days after they were married. A pink rose was the background picture with gold and red writing, 'Have I told you how much I Love You?' Below was the word, 'Wife' in purple. Marisol had purchased a mug for Horatio, not that he needed a new one, with clouds as the background saying, 'I Love You Husband'. Marisol found Horatio's mug drying next to the sink. She picked up the coffee pot and filled her mug.

With her mug in hand, Marisol walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. She took a small sip of her coffee before setting it down on the coffee table in front of her. Marisol picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, unintentionally dragging something from the table. Marisol looked to the ground, finding a small envelope on the floor. She set the paper beside her and picked up the envelope. It was addressed to both herself and Horatio.

Marisol lifted the flap of the envelope and removed the card from within. The top layer was sheer white, with indigo blue writing. Below the top layer was a picture. Marisol gently lifted the sheer sheet up to inspect the picture. Her eyes widened in surprise. It was a picture of her and Horatio on their wedding day. Marisol placed the top sheet down and read the card.

"Marriage is ever made by destiny"

~George Chapmen

Please join us for a

Celebration Dinner

honoring

Horatio Caine

&

Marisol Delektorsky Caine

"May my heart be your shelter,

and my arms be your home."

~ Marianne Williamson

Marisol looked into the envelope but all she found was the time. No directions of any sort. The dinner was set for tonight! Marisol placed the invitation back into the envelope and sat back on the couch. Why wouldn't Horatio tell her about this? Was he planning not to attend?

Marisol stood from the couch and searched for her cell phone. She retrieved her phone from her purse and scrolled to Horatio's number. "You have some explaining to do Horatio Caine."

She hit the call button and waited. Marisol briefly checked the time, maybe it was still early enough to catch him off a case. But after the fifth ring, Marisol realized that Horatio must be on a case. Instead of leaving a message, Marisol simply hung up.

Sitting back down on the couch, Marisol picked up the invitation again and reread it. The time for the dinner was seven thirty. Marisol leaned back on the couch, wondering who had told her family about the wedding. Yes, Marisol had told them, but her parents had hinted that they'd already known. Marisol was certain that Horatio had never met her parents before, which left only one other…Eric.

Marisol looked at the wedding picture beside the couch. This one was of the three of them in front of the courthouse. Eric stood to Marisol's left with Horatio to her right. He smiled that same smile he'd been known for when he was younger. It was his, 'I have a secret' smile. Marisol smirked. "You are so dead little brother."

She picked up her phone and started searching for Eric's number. Before she hit 'call', Marisol stopped herself. There had to be a reason for neither one to tell her about the dinner. Was it supposed to be a surprise? If so, then Marisol was just going to play along with them. Marisol backed out of her address book and set her phone down. She placed the envelope and invitation back on the coffee table, setting the newspaper back on top.

Marisol finished her coffee and walked back to the kitchen. She cleaned her mug and set it beside Horatio's. Marisol leaned against the counter in the kitchen. The sun was dancing over the calming waters. She watched the colors dance over the rippling water.

Marisol turned from the window, heading back into the living room. She gathered her phone and keys into her purse. Marisol slung her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. She slipped on her black flats for work. She opened the door and checked the lock. Marisol closed the door behind her and headed down the hall.

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