Summary: A series of random H/Y oneshots. Moments in time, taken from H's or Yelina's POV, stuff we never get to see on our TV screens. Read. review and enjoy! I knock on the door, uncertain of a reply. I try to calm my nerves. I wait for a minute, two. No answer. "Kyle?" I call out. Still no reply. I knock again and wait for a response. Getting none I turn the doorknob slowly. I'm surprised to find it unlocked. I open the door slowly. A pair of familiar blue eyes stare back at me. Eyes familar, yet foreign. Familiar because they remind me of someone I hold dear, foreign because they are on a face that's thirty times younger than the one I'm used to. "Hey," I hazard a greeting. I wasn't really expecting a response. "Can I come in?" A shrug. Kyle is seated on his bed, staring back at me. Experience tells me a shrug from a teenage boy usually means "yes". I shut the door behind me. "Kyle," I begin, trying to find the right words, realising how tenuous the situaiton is. "I'm - " I'm cut off. "I know who you are." I nod and offer a smile. "Dad sent you." Kyle stated simply. I nod again. An awkward silence fills the air. I decide to lean against the wall. I take a breath. "Your father asked me to come talk to you." An eye roll. "Kyle, believe it or not your father loves you very much." He bites his lower lip, as if bitting back a reply. I sigh. "He's worried about you. He says you refuse to talk to him." Another shrug. "I know you're angry at him, and it's because of your mother." I seem to have hit a nerve. "He sent her to jail!" "Your mother broke the law." Wrong reply. Kyle clams up again. I soften my tone. "Listen. I have a son about your age. And when I hit a brick wall with him, your Dad is usually the one I call. How about you give me a break and let me return the favor?" Kyle seems to process the information. "I just want to have a family." "So does your father." "Then why'd he arrest Mom?" "You know why." I allow him a moment to think again. "You know, your father knows what you're going through." Kyle looks skeptical. "He went through a similar situation as you when he was your age." "Really?" "Yes." I nod. "But that's for him to tell you." I repeat what I said earlier. "Your father loves you Kyle and.... I know you've heard it many times from him but he wants what's best for you. He wants to give you what you've never had, love, stability." Kyle sighs. "I guess." "You think you can cut him some slack?" "I guess." I smile and to my surprise, he smiles back. "I'm going to go talk to your Dad now." I turn to leave. "If you need someone other than your Dad to talk to.... " Kyle offers a familar smile. Another tug at my heart. The boy reminds me too much of Horatio. "I'll be sure to get your number from Dad." I nod and smile. I make my way to the kitchen and slide into the dininng chair opposite the older version of Caine I just spoke to. "I think Kyle's gonna start talking to you now." Horatio gives me a head tilt and smile that makes my heart flutter. "Thank you." His voice rumbles. "You'd do the same for me." Horatio clears his throat. "I was thinking... I was thinking... Kyle needs the stability of a family. Of a father and mother." Is he trying to tel me he's gonna try to make things work with Julia? "Julia's obviously the wrong choice..." He allays my fears. Blues eyes pierce mine. I stare back and detect a tinge of longing? We sit, starring into each others' eyes, unaware of passing time. "Dad?" Kyle's voice breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I'm interupting..." "Not at all." Horatio glances up at his son and smiles. He gestures for Kyle to join us. I get up. I know that Horatio needs to work things out with his son. There'll be a time for us, just not now. "I better get going." Horatio stands. "I'll let myself out." Horatio nods. "Thank you." As I open the door to Horatio's apartment, I hear him call my name. "Yelina!" I turn. "I'll call you." Horatio gives me knowing stare. I exit his apartment with a smile on my face.