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He came back to awareness slowly, gradually opening his eyes as they adjusted to the light in the room. His mouth felt heavy as he tried to open and close it, his tongue thick and furry. He let out a deep groan and attempted to lift his hand to his head, growling as the tubes in his arms caught themselves on the railing oh his bed.
A beautiful Southern voice crooned in his ear, "Here, let me help you" as she gently untangled him and placed his arm on his chest, she raised a straw to his mouth as he swallowed. "Feel better?" the kind voice asked.
"Much" he replied as he turned his head in the general direction of the voice, he could see a fuzzy outline of long blonde hair and ruby red lips framing a beautiful mouth. He raised the hand on his chest to his eyes and tried to rub them, he winced at the pain his movements caused.
"You're going to be sore and swollen for a while" the beautiful voice spoke again, "Lay back and rest".
He wished he knew who was sitting by his bedside tending to him, as he tried to wrack his muddled brain he found himself unable to match a name to the voice. He hoped that when he woke that the events of this morning would be nothing more than a bad dream, telling himself that he would wake up in his apartment in Queens as if nothing had happened. He couldn't help the bitter disappointment when he opened his eyes to find himself back in the sterile hospital room again. His head hurt and his memory was fuzzy at best, he had no idea how he had ended up in Miami, thousands of miles from where he was supposed to be. He swallowed deeply a couple of times before speaking, "How did I get here?".
He saw the vague outline of the Southern beauty lean closer to him, "You've hit your head. We've been worried sick about you" she said as he could hear her sniffle.
"Who's we? Where's Andy?" he asked, confused by her answer.
"It's me, Calleigh. Eric and I have been here with you since it happened". Uncertainty gripped her as she saw his body tense.
"I don't know any Eric or Calleigh. How did I end up in Miami?" he asked as he balled his hands in to fists and clenched his jaw.
"You live here, Horatio. Don't you remember us?" she mentally kicked herself, of course he didn't remember them. As far as he knew it was still 1993.
"Why are you calling me Horatio? What kind of stupid name is that?" he replied, his voice rising in frustration.
"Horatio, you need to calm down" she could tell by the urgent beeping noise of the machines that he was becoming increasingly agitated.
"Stop calling me that! My name is John. John Kelly" he raised a shaky hand to his head and pulled it away when he touched the thick bandages surrounding his head.
Suddenly it came to her; she pulled a note pad from her purse and began asking Horatio questions. She knew he had done undercover work before and had used an alias, maybe this was who 'John Kelly' was. "Ok, John. Where do you live?".
His swollen eyes narrowed at her before he answered, "Queens, New York".
She wrote that down, "And where do you work?".
"The 15th precinct in Manhattan, I'm a detective there".
She nodded her head as she continued to write, "Can you remember your badge number?".
It took him a moment or two but he finally answered, "4726".
She looked up from her notepad, glad to find that he had calmed down somewhat. She could see his eyes getting heavier as he struggled to stay awake, the short conversation sapping him of what little strength he had. She felt renewed hope when he didn't pull back as she picked his hand up and held it. She ran soothing circles on it with her thumb as his eyes finally drifted shut; she placed a gentle kiss on his hand when she was sure that he was asleep before leaving his room and closing the door quietly behind her.
She met Eric back at the lab, their shift had finished hours ago but both of them were consumed with the need to find out just what was going on with their fallen friend. His hand on her shoulder made her physically jump as he crept up behind her; she smiled as he placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
"What did you find out?" he asked as he sat next to her.
"He's under the impression that he's someone called John Kelly" she replied as she flipped through her notes from earlier. "Says he lives in Queens, New York".
Eric smiled encouragingly at her, "Well, we know he's from New York. I suppose that's something". His smile faded when he saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?".
Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "He says he's a detective in Manhattan, the 15th precinct".
"That can't be right" he frowned in confusion, "I mean, I know he used to be a cop in the NYPD but that would have been under his real name, wouldn't it?".
Calleigh took a deep breath and returned her attention to her computer, "Guess there's only one way to find out" She typed the name 'John Kelly' into the government and federal databases she had tried earlier, after a couple of minutes the computer beeped in response. "Here we go" she said as she clicked on the link, the computer beeped again. Her frown deepened as she read the words on the screen: 'Access denied. You do not have the authority to access this information' the screen returned to the search page, frustrated she typed the name again and received the same message. Turning to Eric she asked, "What the hell is going on here?".
"I've got no idea, Calleigh. But whatever it is, it's big". Eric pulled his phone from his pocket at dialled a familiar number.
"Trip" was the terse answer.
"Frank, it's Eric Delko. I need to ask you a favour".
The gruff Texan voice softened a little, "Sure, Eric. How's Horatio doing?".
Eric spent the next five minutes explaining the situation to Frank; the detective was silent for a while. "I see, what is it you need me for?".
He fidgeted in his seat, not sure how to ask. "I know you have a few contacts with most of the government agencies. I was hoping you could maybe ask around; see what you can find out. Every lead we have turns into a dead end".
"I'll do my best Delko, but I can't promise anything".
Draining the last of his coffee he turned to look a Calleigh; he placed a hand over hers and smiled at her. "We'll sort this mess out one way or another". She nodded her head sadly before her attention returned to her computer screen as it bleeped insistently at her. Accessing her email by clicking the notification she gasped as she read the contents of the message:
"If you want to keep your friend safe, stop digging. Consider this your first and last warning"
"Who would write such a thing, Eric?".
He stared angrily at the message on the screen, "I don't know. I get the feeling that H was into something deep. We'll get Dave to track the ISP in the morning and see if we can trace the sender".
"That's it? That's all we're going to do?" she asked incredulously as her mind began to race at the meaning of the message.
"It's all we can do. We'll go back to see H in the morning and see if we can ask him a few more questions about John Kelly". He held out a hand to her, "Come on, I'll walk to your car".
They left the lab together in silence, unaware of the dark-suited figure watching them from afar.
A/N: I made up the badge number, as far as I know it was never mentioned in NYPD Blue