A stroll through the morgue
Jessica and Horatio walked from lab to lab, occasionally encounter another staff personnel and having a brief introduction. It was some where by the morgue that they finally were able to speak freely.
"How long has it been?" Jessica asked.
"How long has what been?" Horatio asked in response.
"Since we were last together?"
"Well you were graduating with your Masters of Science in Criminology and beginning with your Chemistry grad work at Penn State the last time I physically held you."
"Really, seven years. I can't believe it, and you don't look any different."
"Really? I would have expected my age to be showing by now."
"What age? I don't see a single gray hair on your head anywhere! You look the same as you did when you pulled me from the river when I was fourteen."
"I thought you were unconscious. You actually looked at me when I was holding you?"
"Yes, I didn't want the last thing I saw before I died to be James's face. I wanted to see something good, not something evil."
"Don't talk about him!" Horatio turned, held her face in his hands, and looked into her eyes. "I told you to never speak of him again after what he did to you all those years! He's gone now and we're never going to have to worry about him again! We started our lives anew and he will never ruin anything ever again. I love you Jessica, and that's what matters. No matter what happens we'll always have each other, and no one can change that."
Jessica's hands moved up to Horatio's and she stood there looking into the eyes of the man she loved more than anyone in the world. Tears formed in her eyes as they looked into each other's deep blue eyes. Jessica's hands moved down and wrapped around Horatio's waist, pulling her self as close as she could to the older man. Horatio encased Jessica's shoulders within his strong arms and kissed the top of her head.