Hrockz
Coroner
Disclaimer:I don't own CSI:Miami or any of it's characters.
Summary:There were rumors about the season 5 finale some time ago, with Horatio going down in a plane crash. Of course, it didn't happen but I just had this idea in my head, what if it did happen? As are all my fics this one is H/Y.
The doorbell rang. It was almost dinner, and Yelina was setting the table. It rang again. In the midst of balancing plates and getting the spaghetti out of the boiling pot of water, she didn't want to be interupted in her dinner preparation.
"Ray!" She yelled, hoping her teenage son would get the door.
The doorbell sounded the third time, but before she could yell for her son again, she heard him hurry past the kitchen to the front door. She heard the door open, and conversation. Their visitor was male, she could tell, and the voice familiar.
"Mom! It's for you." Ray entered the kitchen, not offering a clue of who their visitor might be.
She took the boiling pot off the stove and handed Ray the serving utensils. "Help me out here honey."
Ray grumbled a little under his breath as his mother made her way out of the kitchen into the living room.
Yelina was surprised by the visitor in her living room. Ray had offered him a seat on the armchair and he sat there looking uncomfortable. She wondered if he was here on police business.
"Frank, long time."
The large Texan stood at the sound of her voice. "Sorry to barge in on ya like this."
"It's alright. Can I get you a drink?" Yelina asked, noticing the beads of perspiration on his forehead.
"No, thanks, I'll make this quick." He paused, wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand. "You better sit down."
Yelina took a seat couch. She had a bad feeling about all this.
"I'm not sure how to say this..." He started. Yelina instantly knew what this was about.
"It's Horatio isn't it?" The familiar feeling of dread when Horatio had come to her door about Raymond the first time they thought he was "dead", then the second time in Rio, sank in again. She knew Horatio had to have been shot, wounded, or worse, dead, in the line of duty.
"Yeah." Frank nodded. "He was escorting a prisoner - "
"I know, to a neighbouring county to stand trial. He told me." Yelina cut him off. That was today? It seemed liked a long time ago when Horatio told her of the coming trip he was to make. Now, she didn't want the whole story, just how Horatio was. Did the prisoner escape and shoot Horatio in the process?
Frank looked surprised. "Yeah that. The plane never made it. It was supposed to have landed hours ago. Air traffic control lost contact with it an hour after take off. The pilot radioed in that they were having engine trouble."
A plane crash. He was in a plane crash. The words resounded in Yelina's head. Shot, maybe he would have survived, but a crash? What were the odds of Horatio making it out of that alive? Yelina shook her head ever so slightly, as if trying to convince herself this was a bad dream.
"They think it crashed somewhere over the Glades. Search and rescue are lookin' for them now. We had to inform all next-of-kin. You're Horatio's only family." It was as if Frank felt the need to explain why he was there that evening.
Yelina composed herself. "Thank you for coming to tell me."
Frank stood, not wanting to impose any further. "I'd better go. I'll call once I have any news."
"Thank you." Yelina repeated.
She closed the door behind Frank and stood, staring at the closed door. It couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe the plane would turn up, and Horatio would be ok. Her heart ached, and tears threatened to fall. She cared for her brother-in-law deeply, always had. Deep down inside she loved him. She knew he felt the same way about her, but they had been apart for ao long since she had left for Brazil.
Horatio had taken her comment on him not coming round often during their encounter while she was doing her P.I work, personally. Since then he had made time and effort to drop by, not just to see Ray or take him for an outing, but for dinners as well. Those dinners turned into late night talks where they caught up on each others' lives and culminated in him finally working up the courgae to ask her out on a date. It was a date to her, but he had insisted it was just dinner and a movie, without Ray Jr. That one date. That was a week ago. And now this. Just when she thought perhaps they had stopped dancing in circles round each other, and had a chance at something together.
"Mom?" She heard Ray's concerned voice behind her.
She turned, blinking away tears, but Ray picked up his mother's distress.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Yelina forced a smile. She didn't intend to keep it from Ray, he had the right to know. She put an arm round his shoulder and guided him to the couch, ready to tell her son what Frank ahd just told her.
Summary:There were rumors about the season 5 finale some time ago, with Horatio going down in a plane crash. Of course, it didn't happen but I just had this idea in my head, what if it did happen? As are all my fics this one is H/Y.
The doorbell rang. It was almost dinner, and Yelina was setting the table. It rang again. In the midst of balancing plates and getting the spaghetti out of the boiling pot of water, she didn't want to be interupted in her dinner preparation.
"Ray!" She yelled, hoping her teenage son would get the door.
The doorbell sounded the third time, but before she could yell for her son again, she heard him hurry past the kitchen to the front door. She heard the door open, and conversation. Their visitor was male, she could tell, and the voice familiar.
"Mom! It's for you." Ray entered the kitchen, not offering a clue of who their visitor might be.
She took the boiling pot off the stove and handed Ray the serving utensils. "Help me out here honey."
Ray grumbled a little under his breath as his mother made her way out of the kitchen into the living room.
Yelina was surprised by the visitor in her living room. Ray had offered him a seat on the armchair and he sat there looking uncomfortable. She wondered if he was here on police business.
"Frank, long time."
The large Texan stood at the sound of her voice. "Sorry to barge in on ya like this."
"It's alright. Can I get you a drink?" Yelina asked, noticing the beads of perspiration on his forehead.
"No, thanks, I'll make this quick." He paused, wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand. "You better sit down."
Yelina took a seat couch. She had a bad feeling about all this.
"I'm not sure how to say this..." He started. Yelina instantly knew what this was about.
"It's Horatio isn't it?" The familiar feeling of dread when Horatio had come to her door about Raymond the first time they thought he was "dead", then the second time in Rio, sank in again. She knew Horatio had to have been shot, wounded, or worse, dead, in the line of duty.
"Yeah." Frank nodded. "He was escorting a prisoner - "
"I know, to a neighbouring county to stand trial. He told me." Yelina cut him off. That was today? It seemed liked a long time ago when Horatio told her of the coming trip he was to make. Now, she didn't want the whole story, just how Horatio was. Did the prisoner escape and shoot Horatio in the process?
Frank looked surprised. "Yeah that. The plane never made it. It was supposed to have landed hours ago. Air traffic control lost contact with it an hour after take off. The pilot radioed in that they were having engine trouble."
A plane crash. He was in a plane crash. The words resounded in Yelina's head. Shot, maybe he would have survived, but a crash? What were the odds of Horatio making it out of that alive? Yelina shook her head ever so slightly, as if trying to convince herself this was a bad dream.
"They think it crashed somewhere over the Glades. Search and rescue are lookin' for them now. We had to inform all next-of-kin. You're Horatio's only family." It was as if Frank felt the need to explain why he was there that evening.
Yelina composed herself. "Thank you for coming to tell me."
Frank stood, not wanting to impose any further. "I'd better go. I'll call once I have any news."
"Thank you." Yelina repeated.
She closed the door behind Frank and stood, staring at the closed door. It couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe the plane would turn up, and Horatio would be ok. Her heart ached, and tears threatened to fall. She cared for her brother-in-law deeply, always had. Deep down inside she loved him. She knew he felt the same way about her, but they had been apart for ao long since she had left for Brazil.
Horatio had taken her comment on him not coming round often during their encounter while she was doing her P.I work, personally. Since then he had made time and effort to drop by, not just to see Ray or take him for an outing, but for dinners as well. Those dinners turned into late night talks where they caught up on each others' lives and culminated in him finally working up the courgae to ask her out on a date. It was a date to her, but he had insisted it was just dinner and a movie, without Ray Jr. That one date. That was a week ago. And now this. Just when she thought perhaps they had stopped dancing in circles round each other, and had a chance at something together.
"Mom?" She heard Ray's concerned voice behind her.
She turned, blinking away tears, but Ray picked up his mother's distress.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Yelina forced a smile. She didn't intend to keep it from Ray, he had the right to know. She put an arm round his shoulder and guided him to the couch, ready to tell her son what Frank ahd just told her.
