I am writing a dramatized biography of Horatio Caine. It is based the information found in all 7 seasons of CSI Miami, as well as my own impression of the characters, and a little artistic license! Haha! I like to keep things as PG as possible, so as not to offend anyone. Hope everyone likes it! 1) A Turbulent Childhood Horatio Alger Caine was born in 1957, in Manhattan. He was the eldest and for many years the only child of Mrs. Caine, a home maker, and Detective Caine, a third generation New York City cop. Mrs. Caine was an advert reader and loved literature and poetry, thus naming her son after the famous author. Young H’s life was marred by the bickering of his parents and the constant fear of his father’s tendency to turn to violence when crossed. Neither society nor poverty was an excuse, as Detective Caine was a well established Homicide Detective with many awards and honors, and carried a steady though modest income. Although Mrs. Caine bore the majority of her husbands abuse, trying to shield her son from harm, young H was both a victim of beatings and a witness to countless evils under which his mother suffered. In 1969, Mrs. Caine gave birth to her second and last child. She named this younger son after another famous author Raymond Knister. Young H loved being an older brother and took to teaching and caring for little Ray. Although only twelve years old when his brother was born, H was fully aware of the violence that his father could cause and so sought to protect Ray from it. When Ray was in second grade, his class was putting on the play “The Wizard of Oz.” Ray was thrilled, and H helped him practice many hours for the part of the Wizard. Ray was so disappointed when he came home from school a week later to announce that he had gotten the part of the stupid Tin Man. Ray cried and H consoled him. He explained to his little brother that the Tin Man was also a good part, even though it wasn’t the one he had wanted. He explained to Ray that the best thing to have was exactly what the Tin Man wanted: a heart. The Wizard might be all powerful, but the Tin Man got a heart. After that Ray grew to like his part, and H often called him “Tin Man” affectionately. Bibliography: 1.03 Wet Foot/Dry Foot 4.15 Skeletons 1.13 Bunk 2.08 Big Brother 1.23 Freaks and Tweaks
Interesting so far. I often have a desire to find a way to work Mac Taylor in there somewhere lol. But I think it's indicated they only met when they worked together in Nonstop.
Thanks, Mac's Girl! 2) School and Early Career Being apart of a “family of cops,” H expected himself to enter and prepared himself for a career in law enforcement. Throughout his high school years, H studied weapons, law, and police procedure, yet even so, he tended to gravitate towards the sciences. H also made friends with many of the people in NYPD. Even though H was still a kid, they respected him in a way they could never respect his father although he was their co-worker. One elderly detective in particular was always willing to help H with his homework and science projects for school. H came to nick name him “my ol’ man” although he had to be careful not to in front of his father. As expected, H entered police academy in NY when he graduated from high school in 1975, and joined the police force nine months later. Mrs. Caine always encouraged her sons in their pursuits, yet also wished for them to be away from the constant abuse of their father. She fixed on Miami, a place where she had never been before but that she considered paradise. Warm, sunny, shining beaches, Miami was beautiful and glorious to Mrs. Caine. Under his mother’s encouragement, H proceeded to Florida to work as a uniformed officer and also to attend college. He quickly made Miami his home and his mission. His turbulent childhood gave him an eagerness to assist victims and his general love of justice gave him a determination to do things right. H soon earned the respect and admiration of even the most stubborn co-workers. Although he originally thought of law or criminal justice as a major in college, H’s love and interest in science pulled him to the chemistry lab. H was an advent learner, always attending classes and lectures, and carried high honors to graduation. In one lecture H attended, the guest speaker was a young member of the Miami Dade Bomb Squad. The talk fascinated H, who quickly contacted and made friends with the speaker, Albert “Al” Humphreys. In 1980, at age 23, H graduated with his degree in chemistry. Al lost no time in getting H the necessary recommendations to transfer to bomb squad. Over the next five years, H continued studying and considered Al a great teacher as well as friend and co-worker. H also continued to earn the respect and admiration of his superiors, co-workers, and anyone he came in contact with. Bibliography: 1.02 Losing Face 1.23 Freaks and Tweaks
3) Home Again Being in Miami, H kept in constant contact with both his mother and his younger brother, Ray, yet neither one of them told H the truth about their circumstances. Although holiday visits back to NYC continuously told H that the situation with their father was steadily accelerating, he was not aware of nor could he have realized the magnitude of the problem. H’s “ol’ man” at NY PD contacted him by phone one fateful day in 1985, and H immediately responded by taking a plane north back to NYC. The detective informed H that his father for the third time had put Mrs. Caine in the hospital and yet he had been unable to convince her to file a domestic violence charge against her husband. To make matters worse, Ray was up in arms, swearing that he would kill their father. H arrived in Manhattan and found Mrs. Caine badly burned and hardly conscious. He quickly arranged for her to be moved from the general ward to a private room, as well as other ways of making her more comfortable and safe. Sitting quietly by her side, H coxed the truth out of her. Det. Caine was angry over being side stepped for a promotion. That was all. H insisted that his mother file assault charges against her husband and that she also file for a divorce and come to Miami to live with him. 30 years of suffering was enough. Slowly Mrs. Caine agreed and H called he’s “ol’ man” on the phone and arranged for him to come over and take her statement. The “ol’ man” also provided H with more bad news. Ray had followed they’re father into the police department and had attacked him. Because of the circumstances, Ray was arrested, yet although Det. Caine was put on administrational leave, he was free to go. H and his “ol’ man” switched places, H going to the department, and the detective paying Mrs. Caine a visit in the hospital to take her statement. H found Ray in temporary holding, angry and defiant. H calmed his little brother, and convinced him that killing their father was not the way to go. That Ray could ruin his life by it, and that that was not what their mother wanted. As many of the people in NY PD knew what a monster Det. Caine was and respected H for his dedication, H was able to get Ray released from holding and take him to his hotel room. H then met up with his “ol’ man” to discus a course of action. The detective told H that he had taken down Mrs. Caine’s statement and had left a uniformed officer at her door to protect her. H explained his plan of getting his mother and brother on a plane to Miami as soon as Mrs. Caine could fly, and his “ol’ man” agreed that that was best. The “ol’ man” then left to get the warrant for Det. Caine’s arrest, and H returned to the hospital to be with his mother. Bibliography: 4.15 Skeletons 2.08 Big Brother 4.17 Collision
Me too. I cried when I saw "Rio." 4) Tragedy of the Worse Kind On arriving at Mrs. Caine’s room, H noticed that the door was ajar and that the uniformed officer who was supposed to be keeping guard was no where to be seen. H rushed inside to see Det. Caine bent over his wife’s bed, his large hands gripping her about the neck. Mrs. Caine struggled and scratched at Det. Caine’s hands, but he would not let go. H threw himself on his father, grapping at his collar and face. Det. Caine pushed H to the floor and pulled out his gun. H drew his own weapon out and fired two shoots into his father’s chest. Det. Caine fell to the floor, blood spilling from the wounds and from his mouth. H stepped over his father and came to the bed side, where Mrs. Caine lay white and motionless. H put his ear to her heart, but there was no pulse. He moved her head and neck to make it easier for her to breath, and gave her mouth to mouth. Her eyes lids did not move nor did she make a sound. Slowly, the horror of the truth came to H, and he realized that she was dead. She had loved him and protected him and encouraged him all those years and now she was gone, the ultimate victim of the terror which she had tried so hard to shield her sons from. H laid his mother straight on the bed and folded her hands across her self. He then turned his back on both of his parents and left the room. As H walked down the hall, he could hear the screaming of the nurses and yelling of the security guards. The whole hospital was in a panic from hearing the gun shots. He did not heed them, but rather walked on, down the steps and out the glass doors. Bibliography: 4.08 Nailed 4.17 Collision
wierd...what part is from Nailed? I've watched that several times but don't remember any H backstory.
Ah! Noooooooooooo! I always thought that "Nailed" had one of the most important parts to H back story! Stetler tells H about his trip to NY. H tells Stetler that he was subpoenaed for a murder. He tells Stetler that he tried to save his mother and that because of that his mother's murderer died. It is one of those Stetler/H moments where Stetler actually sees H's side of it. I'll try to get ahold of that episode but I that it is "Nailed." 5) The Mission H was in a daze, shocked, hurt, num. He could neither think nor act, but simply walked on, until he came to the hotel room. H sat down on the chair by the bed and stared at his young brother, who laid there asleep. The moment had changed H inside. Deep within his soul, something was different. Slowly, H awoke from his daze. He knew that he had to do something, yet what? Their parents were dead. There would be an inquest. He would have to answer questions. He would have to explain the necessity of the shot. Deep with in him his emotions were at war. Each part of him cried a conflicting story. “You should have protected her more! You should have never left NY!” “It is wrong to kill your own father, irregardless of the circumstance!” “He was a monster and you knew it. You should have shot him long time ago!” Tears filled H’s eyes and streamed down his cheeks. They were bitter tears of grief and guilt. As he wept he could not find healing or comfort in his soul. Only the vast cavity of suffering. Looking over at Ray, young, reckless, still in high school, H realized that he needed to protect Ray now more then ever. Protect him from the horror of what their father did, both for Ray’s sake and for H’s sake as well. H was on a mission now. Not just to protect the people and put perpetrators away, but also to find the personal fulfillment, the inner peace, which this tragedy demonstrated that he so severely lacked. Bibliography: 4.01 The Grave 4.08 Nailed 4.17 Collision 2.08 Big Brother
oh ok. I wonder how long ago it was. They gave him a summons in Manhattan Manhunt and then never finished the story darnit.
Yeah. Too much stuff left up in the air. But then he might be subpoenaed again, and have to go to NY. Mac and H together fighting crime! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I hope they go back to this story in season 8. 6) Bad News The phone by the bed side rang and H quickly answered so that the ringing would not wake Ray. It was his “ol’ man” down in the lobby and needing to talk. H grabbed his jacket and headed out, with one back glance at his little brother. The detective told H that Det. Caine had strangled Mrs. Caine to death and then had been shot to death. He was sorry for what happened and blamed himself, as he had left a rookie to guard Mrs. Caine. Apparently when Det. Caine was put on leave, the captain had failed to confiscate his badge. Armed with the official identification, Det. Caine was able to convince the rookie who was guarding to take a break and let him talk to Mrs. Caine. The verdict was that a long stream of errors resulted in Det. Caine being alone with his wife. It was unknown who had fired the fatal bullets. Before H could speak his “ol’ man” asked for his gun, and H handed over his weapon with two bullets discharged. The detective told H that it would be best to get Ray out of NY as soon as possible and that he would help with the funeral arrangements. With that he left, and H returned up stairs to his room. Ray was awake though groggy, and H then had to relay the bad news. Their mother was dead. Ray went into hysterics. He blamed H, he blamed the detective, he blamed the captain, he blamed their father, he blamed God. How could this happen? Their mother was the sweetest kindest most caring woman in the world, and now she was dead. Ray screamed and wept, wrapping himself up in the blanket. H tried to talk to him, and reminded him that it was their mother’s wish that they go to Miami, how Ray could go to the police academy there. Slowly, Ray calmed down and agreed to go with H back to Miami.
7) The Cover Up The evening came and the “ol’ man” arrived to take the brothers out to eat. Ray was hungry, but H could hardly touch his food. To H’s surprise, the detective explained that the department could neither find the murder weapon, nor did they have any suspects. H was floored; he could not understand how that could happen. Hadn’t the detective taken H’s gun just a few hours before? H stared at his “ol’ man” in shock, unable to ask the question that was spinning in his head. The detective looked over at H long and hard, and said, “These things just happen. Sometimes we just don’t have any leads.” Ray was glad, as he thought that their father deserved to die, and so didn’t want to see the killer go to jail for it. The “ol’ man” explained that the funeral was set for Saturday and that he was getting them on a plane south on Sunday. Ray was angry that their parents would be buried next together, but H and the detective both agreed that it was for the best. The funeral was long and extensive as there were many honors that had to be done for someone who was both a veteran and a member of the police force. Mrs. Caine had many friends from the neighborhood, church, and PTA who came and wept. Everyone had a story to tell about how nice and kind and what a good friend she had been. On Sunday, the “ol’ man” saw the Caine brothers off on an early morning flight to Florida. As they walked up the steps to the plane, H stopped and stared at his old mentor. Words failed him, but again the “ol’ man” gave him no room to think of something to say. “You know what they say, Horatio,” he said. “If you don’t have a back up, you don’t have a plan.” Filled with grief and anguish the Caine brothers left for the sunny south. Ray, young and angry with the world, and H mature yet overflowing with confusion at what he had done. Bibliography: 1.02 Losing Face