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Horatio's eyes grew wide for a moment in response. He wanted to ask some questions, but he did not want to appear like he was grilling Rick for information, which the sinking feeling that suddenly came down to his stomach indicated to him that this was exactly what his instincts were begging him...

One kiss led to another and to another, causing both lovers reluctantly after a while to pause. "Talk about pulse pounding...I DO declare!" the brunet said grinning, using his southern accent in a teasing way as he pointed a telling finger at the ginger haired man, causing him to growl sensually...

That wasn't Smokey, the brunet thought as he put his slight snack down in puzzlement. I'd better get this mess cleaned up before Horatio gets home, he sighed and thinking the better of it, went to a drawer in order to get a pair of latex gloves to put on. Rick cleaned the feeding area and a...

"Well... it's been a long time coming, Mama," the brunet said he took the device out and turned it on again, while at the same time, he saved the text message and proceeded to speed dial the taxi service that he liked to use. As he waited on hold, he gazed once again into her eager and very...

"Be sure to get something that will relieve you of those symptoms, son..." she responded quietly as her fingers played briefly with the lone fritter. After enjoying the tiny treat, Adelle decided that it was time to depart. As she went towards the door, her son was grateful that she had her...

"I'll just take a very small portion," Adelle requested. "After all, these would make a nice treat for uhhh... Lieutenant Caine, don't you think? As a native Northerner, he's probably never eaten any fritters...at least some truly great homemade ones. I hope I didn't use too much cinnamon...

" I think...that he would enjoy some of the Argentine grilled style of meats from Flemmings...he enjoys his meats cooked rare..." although the words were said innocently, the brunet could feel the blood rushing inwardly throughout his veins. "You have a penchant for rare meats too so... did he...

Rick finished swallowing, not taking his eyes off of his mother as his nimble mind worked on a believable excuse. "Heaven knows, I love you and Daddy being here and wanting a nice meal with me, but unfortunately... the landlord picked this time to totally paint my apartment- the smell and the...

Horatio's dark haired lover knew he had to think quickly; Mama didn't make those cinnamon fritters for nothing- as the tempting smell of the spice through the wrapping made his nicely shaped nose pay attention, he got an idea. "Mama, I am so happy that you made the fritters for me; would you...

Not wishing to cause her son any more discomfort, she gave him an apologetic look, one that gradually put her son at ease. I'll need subtlety to solve this mystery, she mused as she could feel the gears in her mind beginning to spin...

"Yes," the brunet got his voice under control. "Now, why don't we sit down? I'm famished actually," he began to purposely focus his eyes upon the fresh sandwich. "Famished...that's a very versatile word," his mother said as she gave the Monte Cristo sandwich to him.

**** In the Lab- Horatio's office **** Horatio was voraciously reading over all of the new rules and regulations that related to same sex partnerships. There would certainly be a lot of papers to read and sign and of course he would make sure that such material would be kept strictly...

The brunet kept his hands away from his hair, refusing to run his long fingers through it in a gesture that would surely betray not just a sense of nervousness, but rather, out right bewilderment over the succession of events that had occurred over the past few hours. "Someone told me you were...

**** At the Lab, in the break room**** Horatio was glad that he decided to drink his small, but refreshing container of Ensure away from his office and desk. The break room he had chosen was a new one, far away from others, there he could drink calmly with little or no disturbance. I'm glad I...

**** At the Lab, location: in Trace**** Speed was silent for a moment; he was used to straining his ears to hear Horatio's 'more-softly-than-ever-spoken' words and was prepared to answer him, however, his eyes were giving his red headed superior an unspoken admiring of his form, draped as it...

*****At the Lab, location: in Trace***** Tim Speedle had finished working on his notes and evidence from the earlier crime scene; some of it he had even taken to DNA and the results had come in; he had those papers too, he smiled at the thought he'd have a great deal ready when his boss and...

**** Just after 1:30PM at Home**** Rick was right- I was on the 'move' today, he pondered as he began to remove his clothing. He had decided around just a bit after the normal lunch hour to make a detour home for a brisk shower and a change of clothing- the perspiration from the exertions of...

I too, will be glad to see Rick Stetler back into the thick of things. In fact, I saw him on Friday night on an older episode where Calleigh has proven that Horatio was not guilty of police brutality. Seeing the 2 men in that elevator one could feel more than just annoyance and tension, there's...

****At the lab, in the Hummer**** You don't mind if Eric sits up here with me, do you?" Speed said in his usual business voice as Horatio and the Cuban were finally within earshot. "No, not at all," Horatio replied as he opened the back passenger door on the right handed side and got in...

****Location: At the lab at the same time **** “Why do certain crimes always happen around lunchtime?” Eric shook his head and asked almost jokingly as he looked at Speed. “Fast food withdrawl symptoms perhaps?” he responded in his usual deadpan manner as he gathered up his equipment and other...