Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival
The sun had set a few hours ago, Horatio was sitting in the dark out on the bedroom balcony. It was cold, autumn setting in. He pulled the blanket tightly around his shoulders as he stared out into the ocean and the dim light of a full moon hidden behind clouds. In a few hours, a major drug bust he helped plan would be put into motion. As much as he wanted to see it through to the end, he knew he couldn't.
Nor could he begin to let go of the investigation.
Rick stepped out into the night air, he was clad in only a robe. "Come to bed, Horatio. I'll make it worth your while".
The redhead just shrugged.
Softly, the younger man knelt down between Horatio's knees. "You let SWAT handle it and you're better off having done so".
"I don't think I can go to sleep or be in the mood for anything else when I know that there are good men putting their lives on the line".
Standing, Rick took Horatio's hand and gently guided him to his feet. "Please, love. Just lie by my side for a while. We don't have to do anything. I just don't want you worrying by yourself. Besides, there's a storm coming in".
Horatio quietly agreed as Rick led him over to their bed and dropped his robe.