Hrockz
Coroner
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:Miami of any of its characters. Song lyrics from Hinder.
Summary: Warning this isn't gonna be the like the previous two fics I wrote. It's the angsty H/Y fic I've talked about writing. I was inspired by one of my fave songs 'Lips Of An Angel' by Hinder.
Setting: This is set some time late season 4. Horatio is in Miami with Marisol and Yelina in Rio with Ray Sr.
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
The sound of his cellphone ringing jolted Horatio out of his sleep. He sat out of bed, reaching for his cellphone. He had expected it to be a call informing him that the night shift was swamped and he had to mobilize his team and head for crime scene. He did not recognize the number displayed. Not wanting to wake his sleeping girlfriend, Marisol he walked out of the bedroom with his cellphone.
He flipped open his cellphone and put it to his ear. “Caine.”
There was a pause before the person on the other side of the line spoke, “Horatio.”
Horatio recognized the voice instantly. His heart missed a couple of beats. He had been trying to forget that voice and face for the past year. Now the familiar pain and longing gnawed at his heart. He whispered her name. “Yelina…”
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
He could tell from her tone of voice she was crying. It broke his heart. His concern was for Raymond and Ray Jr. Had something happened to them?
“… is everything ok?” Horatio asked, still in a whisper.
“Yes,” came the reply much to Horatio’s relief. “I’m sorry to trouble you this late, I know you have – “
“No.” He interrupted her, “No trouble. I’m here for you.” Those words sounded hollow to him. How could he promise her that when he had sent her off to Brazil with his brother despite his deep feelings for her?
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
Horatio has spent the past year trying to bury the feelings he still harboured for Yelina. She could never be his. She is his borther's wife. He had tried going out with other women but they never seemed to come close to Yelina. Marisol had been insistent on going out with him initially, and with time she had grown so dependant on him. He felt an obligation to look affter her. He knew that he was with her more out of compassion than love, but he had grown to be used to trying to make her happy. He still caught himself wishing that she was Yelina but he often banished the thought convincing himself that Yelina was happy in Rio with Raymond. Perhaps he had been wrong and Ray had gone back to his old ways.
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
“Horatio…” she said his name again. It was good to hear her call his name again. He felt his knees go weak and he had to sit on the couch. “… I need to see you.”
Horatio could not turn down such a request. “I could be on the next flight out –“
“I’m in Miami.” Yelina corrected him. “On the beach where we always went to take our walks after work.”
“I’m on my way.” Horatio said, hanging up the phone, his heart racing in his chest.
Ok that's all for now... but stay tuned for more.
To the crazy task force from my old fic, feel free to do to Marisol and Ray Sr what you guys did to Stetler :lol:
Summary: Warning this isn't gonna be the like the previous two fics I wrote. It's the angsty H/Y fic I've talked about writing. I was inspired by one of my fave songs 'Lips Of An Angel' by Hinder.
Setting: This is set some time late season 4. Horatio is in Miami with Marisol and Yelina in Rio with Ray Sr.
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
The sound of his cellphone ringing jolted Horatio out of his sleep. He sat out of bed, reaching for his cellphone. He had expected it to be a call informing him that the night shift was swamped and he had to mobilize his team and head for crime scene. He did not recognize the number displayed. Not wanting to wake his sleeping girlfriend, Marisol he walked out of the bedroom with his cellphone.
He flipped open his cellphone and put it to his ear. “Caine.”
There was a pause before the person on the other side of the line spoke, “Horatio.”
Horatio recognized the voice instantly. His heart missed a couple of beats. He had been trying to forget that voice and face for the past year. Now the familiar pain and longing gnawed at his heart. He whispered her name. “Yelina…”
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
He could tell from her tone of voice she was crying. It broke his heart. His concern was for Raymond and Ray Jr. Had something happened to them?
“… is everything ok?” Horatio asked, still in a whisper.
“Yes,” came the reply much to Horatio’s relief. “I’m sorry to trouble you this late, I know you have – “
“No.” He interrupted her, “No trouble. I’m here for you.” Those words sounded hollow to him. How could he promise her that when he had sent her off to Brazil with his brother despite his deep feelings for her?
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
Horatio has spent the past year trying to bury the feelings he still harboured for Yelina. She could never be his. She is his borther's wife. He had tried going out with other women but they never seemed to come close to Yelina. Marisol had been insistent on going out with him initially, and with time she had grown so dependant on him. He felt an obligation to look affter her. He knew that he was with her more out of compassion than love, but he had grown to be used to trying to make her happy. He still caught himself wishing that she was Yelina but he often banished the thought convincing himself that Yelina was happy in Rio with Raymond. Perhaps he had been wrong and Ray had gone back to his old ways.
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
“Horatio…” she said his name again. It was good to hear her call his name again. He felt his knees go weak and he had to sit on the couch. “… I need to see you.”
Horatio could not turn down such a request. “I could be on the next flight out –“
“I’m in Miami.” Yelina corrected him. “On the beach where we always went to take our walks after work.”
“I’m on my way.” Horatio said, hanging up the phone, his heart racing in his chest.
Ok that's all for now... but stay tuned for more.
To the crazy task force from my old fic, feel free to do to Marisol and Ray Sr what you guys did to Stetler :lol: