Saved by the Boss
"What do I do, H?" Ryan said, panicking staring down at the crying two-month-old baby boy in the infant carrier on the table in front of him.
Ryan's sister, Jill had dropped her son off to her brother for all of 45 minutes while Ryan was on his break so she could run some errands. She had told Ryan that the boy "should" sleep through her absence, if not, his bottle and other baby essentials were there. The baby wasn't hungry and didn't need a new diaper so Ryan didn't know what to do.
"Pick him up, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio said with an amused expression.
"Do what?" Ryan said.
"Pick him up," Horatio repeated.
Ryan shifted on his feet uncomfortably;
"He's so small; I-I've never held a baby before, H."
Horatio raised his eyebrows in surprise, he would have plagued the CSI with questions on the topic but the poor baby on the table was getting more and more upset.
"Can I?" Horatio asked, turned the carrier towards himself. "Hey buddy," he cooed to the baby.
"Sure," Ryan said. "Go ahead."
"What's his name?" Horatio said, undoing the seatbelt of the carrier.
"Spencer."
"Hello Spencer," Horatio said to the baby. "What's the matter? Did you just want to come up?" The dismals of the Spencer's tears went down in seconds and his crying stopped. He even started to coo in Horatio's arms.
"You're good," Ryan said.
Horatio smirked. "I'd better be."