I slept on the couch to give him his space. After all, he had just called out another person's name. I woke up to the sound of his phone going off at 6 in the morning. I went to check on him. He had tossed his phone into the hallway and rolled over. I picked up the phone and sat on the side of the bed. I told him that someone was trying to reach him. He told me to get rid of them.

I took his phone into the living room without checking the caller ID. I just answered it.

"This is Sergeant Stelter." That was a big mistake for not checking the caller ID.

A very agitated and historical Horatio answered back, "Do you know whose phone you have?"

I was still unaware of the whole situation and what had happened, so I said, "Yes, I do. Why?"

"You tell me where he is, and don't play games with me! Right now, I am looking at a murder scene!"

"Alright, he is at my place, but you come alone. He is not up for a lot of people, and I'm going to call Lieutenant Martinez to put us both on administrative leave for mental health reasons. I will leave the door unlocked for you to just walk in."

Ryan was confused. "That IA from Fort Lauderdale?"

"Yes, him. I just thought that after I confessed having feelings for him, it would be a conflict of interest for me to put him on administrative leave and me, so I could keep my word on helping him find the help he needed."

I went to the kitchen and made the only thing I knew how to make: sunny-side-up eggs, precooked bacon, and toast. He came out to the smell of food.

I asked, "Breakfast?"

He said, "Yes, please."

Before I could say anything or do anything, he picked me up and set me on the counter. Just as he had his lips around me, Horatio walked in, and I don't think he could move any faster, and waited by the Hummer. When I had climaxed, he whispered in my ear, "That was the most delicious breakfast." He left me sitting on the counter and took the plate of food to the table. I shakily got off the counter, zipped up, and went out to greet Horatio and Martinez.

When I greeted them, they were both not very happy with the scene.

Ryan had a shocked look on his face. "Horatio literally walked in on you and him."

"Yup. Just another reason he hates me."

"OH God!"

"Hey, that's what I was screaming."

We all sat around the kitchen table and got him to start talking about his actions the night before. What he did was ghost ride his bike into a ditch, made drag marks out of the ditch, made shoe impressions next to the drag marks. He even extracted his own blood and used it to make different blood patterns to indicate blunt force trauma and a blood trail leading from the bike to the road and ending at a set of fresh tire treads. He admitted that he was struggling mentally with the loss of his daughter and that night would have been her first birthday. He said the mother had also passed away shortly after giving birth. He said he named his daughter Chloe.

"I think I am beginning to know who your husband was. With the locker that no one touches, known for riding a bike to work, and all this talk about Horatio, I think your husband was Tim Speedle."

"Hmm. My Timmy-Ton. I was only allowed to call him that at home."

Ryan looked awkwardly at him. "That would be why you didn't seem fond of me when I first got there."

I will admit that to me, you were just the next guy trying to take my husband's place, and I know I acted horribly toward you. I truly am sorry for the way I treated you.

Ryan soon realized that Stetl had self-harmed to punish himself for deciding not to say anything about the way he had been treated.

We spent most of the day on the couch. He was napping, curled up on my chest, while I had a laptop open, looking at different therapists who specialize in the subject. I found some groups of parents who also lost a child, and they would get together to talk, helping each other get through the day-to-day.

I heard a vehicle pull into my driveway. I looked at my camera to see who it was and called, saying that Tim was napping, so they could just walk in.

He woke up again to the smell of food as Delko had just dropped off some takeout, some fried rice and orange chicken. Tim started looking at my notes and examining the information about each group and therapists. There were some that met at churches and various other places. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he chose the only one that had an AA meeting in the same building at the same time. Did I know that there was an AA meeting going on when I took Tim to his group? No, I didn't. I was wandering the hallway, looking at all the posters and events in the area. I saw a door that was open, and on the side of the door frame was a piece of paper that said, 'AA: Come One, Come All.' As I peeked in, I saw some empty chairs, but the person conducting the meeting politely nodded towards one of the empty chairs. Just to be that guy, I chose a different chair."

"You would be that guy. And yes, I think he knew exactly what he was doing."

"I was just surprised that nobody scorned me for having alcohol on my breath or that I walked in late. The meeting ran late, but I looked up and saw Tim's face looming in the doorway. His eyes were full of pride when he saw me in that meeting. For the first time in my life, someone looked at me like they were proud."