They had a CSI marathon from 9 pm on Saturday to 6 am Sunday, showing the ten most voted on episodes form season 1 to 10. Sounds like heaven right? Well, it is, if you're not forced to go to sleep at noon, and therefore only catching three episodes : (.

But on a happier note: The new promo for Criminal Minds season 7 is out! Just saw it on You Tube (and yes, I do realize I'm a little late to the news). I can't wait! Wonder when the CSI: Miami promo is coming out…

Thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami or the characters in the show. I do however own my own characters and plotline. (I know I forgot this in the last chapter, sorry)

Flashback.

"Hey, how's my godson doing?" Horatio looked up and saw officer Hill come against him. They were currently in the café down the street of the department, where he he'd decided to retreat in lack of things to do.

"Godson?" he asked confused while rocking the car seat in an attempt to get the kid to stop whining.

"Yeah, Amanda made me godfather. It was a real shock!" Hill laughed and looked down at the toddler. "So, how is he?"

"Whining."

"Just hold up the blue elephants, it always shuts him up. Here, let me show you." He started looking through the bag Wolfe (Amanda?) had given him while Horatio tried to get a grip of the situation. Hill wasn't exactly the kind of guy you'd name godfather of your son. At least that was the impression he'd gotten from rumors. The thing about Hill was that everyone seemed to politely avoid him. Politely being the key word. They were all polite to him, but no one seemed to want to have anything to do with him, and they were very open about it. O'Connell had even told them to avoid Hill, who didn't seem to have any problems with being avoided at all. He was strange that way. He was also the one getting into most trouble with Morris, considering that he always seemed to forget or loose something. Therefore being a terrible person to give your son to.

"Here you go." The little boy immediately got quiet when he saw the little mobile with blue elephants on it.

"Thank you!" Horatio said truthfully. Maybe he wasn't that bad of a choice after all.

"You're welcome. So, how did you end up with Ryan?"

"Ryan? That's he's name?"

"Yeah. You didn't know?" Hill asked surprised.

"No. Everyone's just been calling him 'kid' all day." Horatio shrugged.

"Well, yes, his name is Ryan. Ryan Adam Wolfe. The Ryan being after me, and the Adam after his brother, who was originally named after their grandfather, whose name also resulted in Amanda being named, well, Amanda. Or something like that." He shook his head. "Anyway, how did you end up with him?"

"I guess she's punishing me for standing up against her." Horatio heard a few officers laugh further into the café and he knew more than well that it was him they were laughing at.

"I don't really think that she's punishing you." Hill said and smiled.

"Yeah, well she only put me to take care of a kid, which isn't just very exhausting and annoying, but also very embarrassing. Every person in the department knows I've got to take care of him, and they've been calling me Nanny McPhee, or whatever her name was, all day. How is that not punishing me?" Horatio said angrily.

"Look, I know Amanda. If she gave you Ryan it wasn't to punish you, it was because you did something that got her to like you." Horatio shook his head in disbelief. Maybe he was crazy after all.

"Hey Ronny, our shift starts now!" Hill's partner suddenly called out.

"I'll be right there." Hill put the mobile in Horatio's hand. "If he gets bored, just give him the brown one with the dogs and he'll calm down again. And don't worry about other people talking, we both know they would've been to scared to say no if she'd asked them too."

"I wasn't…" But Ronny was already gone. Horatio sighed. "I guess it's just you and me again, kid." he mumbled to the boy. "Or Ryan. Or was it Adam. Hmm… Which one do you prefer, huh?" Ryan didn't respond, he just kept looking at the elephants that were circulating above him. "Great, now I'm going crazy."

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"Come in!" a soft voice responded when Horatio knocked on the door of Wolfe's office. He walked in carefully and closed the door behind him.

He was immediately taken by surprise. He had seen the was the office had looked like when Thomson had been working there and he thought it would take days to clean it up. But still, here he was, and he had never seen an office as clean as this. It was practically shining. But that wasn't what surprised him the most. What surprised him the most was the calm, smiling woman sitting behind the desk, looking up from some papers.

"Oh, there's my little boy!" she said happily and stood up and took the car seat from Horatio's hand. "Caine didn't force you to stay in the car seat all this time did he?" She looked up at Horatio who immediately started stuttering.

"I… Ehm…" Her laugh broke him off.

"Don't worry about it." She picked Ryan up from the seat and went back behind her desk.

"You seem calmer." Horatio said suddenly, not knowing what came over him. But she just shot him a dazzling smile which got his knees to feel like jell-o.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was Horatio Caine, a known ladies man. He was the one who got girls knees to soften, not the other way around!

"I feel better when everything is clean and in place. They say it's because I've got something called OCD, obsessive compulsive disorder. It's no big deal really." She shrugged and returned to her son. "Now, who's hungry?"

To Horatio's horror she started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a white bra holding in her big breasts. He immediately felt his pants tighten and turned away, blushing furiously.

"What's wrong Caine, never seen a child feed before?" she said with an amused voice.

"You're punishing me aren't you. Through making me take care of your kid and then taking you blouse of like that." He responded, his back still turned against her. She started laughing again.

"No Caine, I'm not punishing you. I only punish the people I don't like."

"So… You like me?" he said and shot her a quick glance, which he immediately regretted when he felt the pants tighten once again when he saw her free breasts. Turning around again he tried his best to think of anything to calm himself down.

"I respect you. It's pretty much the same."

"Why do you respect me? I stood up against authority. Against you."

"Yes, but you did it to help a friend out. That's something I respect." He heard her shift in her seat and he couldn't help imagining her long legs wrapped around him.

Think of what happened to Thomson. Think about how she kicked him in his privates. Think about how strong her sexy, long legs are… Wait! No!

"You can turn around now, they're tucked in." Horatio heard her stand up and turned around and faced her. She was holding Ryan by the shoulder, his back against Horatio.

"What are you doing?" he asked, surprised at the way she was holding him.

"Burping him. If I don't do it he'll just throw up. Although, sometimes he throws up anyway." Her eyes were shining with what Horatio recognized as motherly love as she kissed her son's head. "Did you really keep him in the seat all day?"

"Well, yeah. I was afraid that if I picked him up I'd drop him, and you said that if he'd get hurt you'd…"

"Ok, stop. I get it. I was just as scared as you at first."

"That you'd drop him?"

"No, that his father would. And I was right to; he almost did drop him once, I caught him in the last second. I haven't let him touch Ryan ever since. Not that he's complaining." she said bitterly. Seeing Horatio's confusion over her sudden change of mood got her to smile again. "Here, take him." she said suddenly.

"I don't think…"

"Come on, you won't drop him. If Ron can do it anyone can."

"But you just said his father…"

"His father doesn't count. He's an idiot. Come on, take him. He won't bite, I promise." She came close to him and carefully put the little child in his shaking hands. Horatio calmed down as he realized how little he weighed. This wasn't hard at all. "And now hold him by your shoulder like I did so he won't…" A little burp sounded by Horatio's ear and he felt something wet come down his shoulder. "puke…" Wolfe finished, before she started laughing. Horatio was lost at words. He could feel the puke sliding down his back and the horrible smell that came with it, but the lieutenant just kept laughing.

"Ehm, Wolfe… Help?" he said carefully and she slowly stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, it's just… I mean, you should see the look on your face." she grinned. "Come here honey." she took Ryan away from him. "As I said; he throws up anyway sometimes. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it's natural I guess." Horatio mumbled, longing for a shower.

"You know, I think Thomson kept one of his shirts… Here we go!" She pulled up a blue shirt from the desk and threw it to him.

"Thanks." He waited for her to tell him to go to the locker and change, or at least turn around. But she didn't move, eyeing him with an amused look. "Could you, ehm…" She raised one of her eyebrows at him but thankfully she didn't say anything, she just turned around and started putting Ryan back into the seat. He changed quickly and kept the dirty shirt at an arm's length from his body. It really smelled.

"Want me to wash that for you?" Wolfe asked kindly as she turned and faced him again.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"If you say so." She picked up the car seat with the now sleeping Ryan and Horatio made a motion to take it from her. "You don't have to take him, I'm going home now." She walked against the door but before she opened it she turned against him with a bright smile. "I know that you got a lot of crap for looking after Ryan today, but see it this way: Now, I owe you, and to have a lieutenant owing you isn't something bad." Then she left.

Horatio noticed himself smiling stupidly after her and turned his head into the room quickly. He immediately noticed the blue bag at the desk and grabbed it quickly.

"Wait, you forgot you bag!" he said and grabbed her arm when he caught up with her on the parking lot.

"Oh, thanks Caine." she said surprised and opened the car doors.

"You're welcome L.T Wolfe." he answered quickly.

"Please, I'm off duty. It's Amanda." she smiled.

"Then I'm Horatio." Her smile suddenly turned into a frown.

"Horatio…" she said carefully, almost like she was tasting his name. Then she shook her head. "Nope, can't do it. Do you have any nicknames?" She leant in to the car to put her son in.

"Not really, no. Why can't you just call me Horatio?" She retreated out from the car and made a face.

"OCD doesn't just make you want everything to be clean. It's got other effects too. For example, I can't stand names with more than three syllables. It's sound weird, I know…"

"Harry." Horatio interrupted. "My friend in High School used to call me that." he explained when he saw her confused face.

"Well, ok, Harry." she smiled again. "I know I seem crazy, but I just prefer shorter names. Like Harry, or Ryan, or…"

"Adam?" Her smile fell again and she swallowed.

"Yeah. How did you…?"

"Hill mentioned that was Ryan's middle name. And your other son's given name. Where is he anyway, is he with your husband?"

"Graham and I aren't married. Never will be. He lives in Boston." she said coldly and closed the car door.

"Then where is he?" Horatio asked again, cursing Wilson for infecting him with his curiosity. Amanda looked at him and he recognized the look of pain that shot through her hazel eyes.

"He's dead." she said shortly before getting in the car and driving off.

I promise the Adam thing will be explained in the next chapter. And just to give you a heads up: I Am Not A Terrible Person. I just watch too much death and stuff on TV I guess…

And as always: RnR away!