Horatio and Kyle had been home about half an hour. Horatio was in his office, looking at an old photo album at his desk. Kyle was standing outside the doorway, not knowing if he should go in or not. He had been standing at the door for a good ten minutes. He didn't get to talk his father on the way home because they had each driven a separate vehicle.
"You can come in, Kyle," Horatio said, not taking his eyes off the photo album. Kyle was some-what surprised. "We need to talk. And you probably have questions, don't you?"
Kyle entered the office and took a seat across from his father. "Dad," Kyle began. "Who is he?"
Horatio looked up at his son, not surprised that he was curious. He turned the photo album around and pushed it towards Kyle. Then, he pointed to a young boy in one of the pictures. "His name is Cameron Rye, my godson."
Kyle looked up and caught his father's gaze. "Wait, what?" Kyle asked.
Horatio just sighed. "Cameron's father, Mike Rye, was my best friend. He and I worked together in New York, years ago. One day, during a case, I saved Mike's life. After that day, Mike quit the NYPD, saying that he wanted his family to have a father. That is when I found out that his wife, Helen, was pregnant. Almost nine months later, she gave birth to a boy," Horatio said. Kyle listened with eagerness. "Because I was Mike's best friend, and he had no other family, he asked me if I would be the godfather. I accepted. When I went to visit them, after they had the baby, I learned that Mike's life, Helen insisted they name him after me because I saved Mike's life. That was over twenty-eight years ago."
"But, his first name is Cameron, isn't it?" Kyle asked, curiously.
"It is, however his full name is Cameron Horatio Rye," Horatio answered.
Kyle changed his position in his chair. "He said something about his sixteenth birthday. What was that about?"
"The last time I saw Cameron was on his sixteenth birthday. I had just transferred to Miami and they had moved to Georgia, to be closer to Helen's family. However, I lost contact with them after that. The place they were staying was only temporary. And, unfortunately, I didn't know that until a month later when I tried calling them, only to get someone else on the other line."
"They didn't try to call you?"
"I don't know," Horatio answered. "Where I was staying was only temporary, until this house was finished.
Kyle leaned back in his chair. He looked up at the ceiling. "Why is he here?"
"Cameron is a CSI agent from Atlanta. He is here investigating a murder," Horatio said. He didn't want to tell Kyle that his mother was the prime suspect. He didn't know how Kyle would take it.
"There is more to is, isn't there?" Kyle asked. Kyle could tell that there was something his father wasn't telling him.
Horatio nodded. "There is, but I'm not allowed to tell you for legal reasons."
Kyle sighed as he looked over at the clock that was on the wall, next to the door. "Is that clock right?" Kyle asked. "There is no way it's almost eleven."
Horatio just laughed. "Yeah, it is," he said to his son. "You should head on to bed. You have school tomorrow."
Kyle nodded. But before he could even get up, Horatio's phone went off.
"I have a text message." Horatio said. He flipped his phone open and saw it was from Cameron.
Meet me tomorrow at Ham & Eggery for breakfast at seven, Horatio read to himself, and bring Kyle.
Horatio hit the reply button and, a few seconds later, hit the send button. "It looks like we have breakfast plans."