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Chapter 1.
Horatio had been chasing Darius through Miami and now through Manhattan as a messenger approached him about a subpoena. They were dragging the freaking case up again and he’d have to find a lawyer. This sucked, but now he had work to do, a killer to catch, hopefully before he killed his hostage. He caught up with Mac. “You know counsel is provided for work related cases.” Mac. said.
“I know Mac, but this is personal.” Horatio answered and quickly slipped on his sunglasses before looking back at Mac, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
“Oh. If there’s anything I can do…” The man offered, but he already knew Horatio wouldn’t take his help; Horatio never seemed to accept help, just offer it to others. There was a sadness that hung over this man; it was easy to see for anyone, you didn’t need to be very perceptive for that.
“Thank you Mac, but no thanks. I don’t want to bother you with this, there are plenty of killers you should be catching and talking about killers let’s start with Darius.” Horatio said.
“Sounds good to me.” Mac said, then his phone rang, his face turned sad. Another crimescene, probably Darius’ handy work. “He’s been at it again; let’s go see what he left us.” Mac said and walked back to the car, Horatio following him silently.
Horatio walked into the house. On the coffee was a big can filled with all sorts of pills, the teens lying in a row on the floor, executed. Blood was dripping fro above on the floor and upstairs they found their hostage, dead. The rest of the day was hectic, but they did catch him in the end. Tired, but content Horatio moved into a bar, where he didn’t really know. He pulled out his cellphone and called the chief. “Hello chief, I got to take some time off, something’s come up here in NY, a case from a long time ago.” Horatio said.
“I understand, take as long as you’ll need. I’ll see you soon I hope.” The chief said and with that hung up; feeling a little bit worried about the red head lieutenant. He knew very well that Horatio would never ask for help, even if he did need it.
A man walked into the bar and ordered a scotch, then sat down on the barstool next to Horatio. Kind of surprised to find the man he’d been looking for at this bar, but he was happily surprised. The man was easy to recognise, mid forties, red hair, tailored suit and a lieutenant’s badge. “Lieutenant Caine?” The man asked.
“Yes.” Horatio said, shooting a quick, but thorough glance at the man. The man was older then he, Horatio thought the man would be around the age of sixty now. Salt and pepper hair combed to one side, some wrinkles on the man’s face, a strong set nose and bushy eyebrows hanging over two dark brown eyes, also dressed in a suit, with tie and all.
“Hello, my name is Jack McCoy and I heard about the old case that was opened against you.” Jack said, knowing this would surprise the lieutenant. He casually took a sip from his scotch, wondering what the other might say.
“Does whole New York know?” Horatio asked, sincerely, yet jokingly. He was being sarcastic, feeling in a bad mood.
“I don’t think so. I usually prosecute cases, but in this case I would like to defend you. I don’t like an innocent man to go to jail.” Jack said.
“And let me guess, this one landed on your desk?” Horatio said, it was obvious the man didn’t want to talk about it.
“Actually no. A young A.D.A. was bragging about how he was going to get promoted after handling your case.” Jack replied. “And I have to admit his record is impressive, you’re probably going to need a good lawyer against him.”
“But you said yourself you usually are the prosecutor, isn’t that a different field?” Horatio then mockingly asked the older man.
“True, it also knows that I know the mind of a prosecutor, which will make it easier to make holes in the case, besides I have like fifteen years more experience then the young man.” Jack said.
“Well I was still looking for a lawyer and you know I think it will be quite amusing to see two prosecutors go head to head. So why not.” The red head responded.
This wasn’t what the older man had expected, but at least he had accepted his help, from the rumours he’d heard that alone was an accomplishment. “Alright, the case starts tomorrow afternoon, we should go over it.” Jack said.
Horatio downed his drink in one go. “I know.” The red head said and sighed. He bowed his head and put his sunglasses back on.
Jack followed Horatio’s example and downed his drink in one go. “But this is not the best place. We could go to where you’re staying.” Jack said.
“I’m not staying anywhere yet. I was hoping to be back on the plain to Miami by now, until that subpoena came.” Horatio said.
“You haven’t found a hotel yet? Must have been a busy day then.” Jack said, more or less jokingly.
“Catching killers always is busy.” The red head replied.
“So who was it this time?” Jack asked.
“Henry Darius.” Horatio replied, he’d probably heard it on the news anyway.
“I’d heard he’d escaped when the plane crashed, it’s good to know he’s locked up again.” Jack said.
“And he’s facing twelve more murder charges, he’d be getting the needle if he hadn’t already been sentenced to that.” Horatio replied.
“He escaped this morning and he already killed twelve people?” Jack asked. Horatio merely nodded to confirm. Jack felt like he needed another drink, but there was work to be done. “In that case I suppose we can go to my place. If you’d like you can stay in the guest room for tonight, but after that you should move to a hotel room after that before the A.D.A. thinks we’re sleeping together or something.” Jack said.
“Ok, thank you.” Horatio said. He couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. He sleep with a man? That hadn’t even happened in his wildest dreams. He followed Jack outside to fin the man had a motorcycle. Jack put on the leather jacket hanging over the seat and pulled a spare helmet out from under the seat. “Here.” He said.
Horatio was surprised it took him a moment to recover from that and then took the helmet and put it on.
Jack climbed on and started the Harley. “Common hop on.” Jack said and smiled before putting on his helmet. His smile was a charming one, one that had gotten the better of several female assistants already.
Horatio hopped on the back seat, it was a bit uncomfortable because of the briefcase on one side, but he wouldn’t complain. Now where to hold on was another matter, but he had no choice really so when McCoy drove off he put his arms around the other and found it somehow rather pleasant.
Chapter 1.
Horatio had been chasing Darius through Miami and now through Manhattan as a messenger approached him about a subpoena. They were dragging the freaking case up again and he’d have to find a lawyer. This sucked, but now he had work to do, a killer to catch, hopefully before he killed his hostage. He caught up with Mac. “You know counsel is provided for work related cases.” Mac. said.
“I know Mac, but this is personal.” Horatio answered and quickly slipped on his sunglasses before looking back at Mac, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
“Oh. If there’s anything I can do…” The man offered, but he already knew Horatio wouldn’t take his help; Horatio never seemed to accept help, just offer it to others. There was a sadness that hung over this man; it was easy to see for anyone, you didn’t need to be very perceptive for that.
“Thank you Mac, but no thanks. I don’t want to bother you with this, there are plenty of killers you should be catching and talking about killers let’s start with Darius.” Horatio said.
“Sounds good to me.” Mac said, then his phone rang, his face turned sad. Another crimescene, probably Darius’ handy work. “He’s been at it again; let’s go see what he left us.” Mac said and walked back to the car, Horatio following him silently.
Horatio walked into the house. On the coffee was a big can filled with all sorts of pills, the teens lying in a row on the floor, executed. Blood was dripping fro above on the floor and upstairs they found their hostage, dead. The rest of the day was hectic, but they did catch him in the end. Tired, but content Horatio moved into a bar, where he didn’t really know. He pulled out his cellphone and called the chief. “Hello chief, I got to take some time off, something’s come up here in NY, a case from a long time ago.” Horatio said.
“I understand, take as long as you’ll need. I’ll see you soon I hope.” The chief said and with that hung up; feeling a little bit worried about the red head lieutenant. He knew very well that Horatio would never ask for help, even if he did need it.
A man walked into the bar and ordered a scotch, then sat down on the barstool next to Horatio. Kind of surprised to find the man he’d been looking for at this bar, but he was happily surprised. The man was easy to recognise, mid forties, red hair, tailored suit and a lieutenant’s badge. “Lieutenant Caine?” The man asked.
“Yes.” Horatio said, shooting a quick, but thorough glance at the man. The man was older then he, Horatio thought the man would be around the age of sixty now. Salt and pepper hair combed to one side, some wrinkles on the man’s face, a strong set nose and bushy eyebrows hanging over two dark brown eyes, also dressed in a suit, with tie and all.
“Hello, my name is Jack McCoy and I heard about the old case that was opened against you.” Jack said, knowing this would surprise the lieutenant. He casually took a sip from his scotch, wondering what the other might say.
“Does whole New York know?” Horatio asked, sincerely, yet jokingly. He was being sarcastic, feeling in a bad mood.
“I don’t think so. I usually prosecute cases, but in this case I would like to defend you. I don’t like an innocent man to go to jail.” Jack said.
“And let me guess, this one landed on your desk?” Horatio said, it was obvious the man didn’t want to talk about it.
“Actually no. A young A.D.A. was bragging about how he was going to get promoted after handling your case.” Jack replied. “And I have to admit his record is impressive, you’re probably going to need a good lawyer against him.”
“But you said yourself you usually are the prosecutor, isn’t that a different field?” Horatio then mockingly asked the older man.
“True, it also knows that I know the mind of a prosecutor, which will make it easier to make holes in the case, besides I have like fifteen years more experience then the young man.” Jack said.
“Well I was still looking for a lawyer and you know I think it will be quite amusing to see two prosecutors go head to head. So why not.” The red head responded.
This wasn’t what the older man had expected, but at least he had accepted his help, from the rumours he’d heard that alone was an accomplishment. “Alright, the case starts tomorrow afternoon, we should go over it.” Jack said.
Horatio downed his drink in one go. “I know.” The red head said and sighed. He bowed his head and put his sunglasses back on.
Jack followed Horatio’s example and downed his drink in one go. “But this is not the best place. We could go to where you’re staying.” Jack said.
“I’m not staying anywhere yet. I was hoping to be back on the plain to Miami by now, until that subpoena came.” Horatio said.
“You haven’t found a hotel yet? Must have been a busy day then.” Jack said, more or less jokingly.
“Catching killers always is busy.” The red head replied.
“So who was it this time?” Jack asked.
“Henry Darius.” Horatio replied, he’d probably heard it on the news anyway.
“I’d heard he’d escaped when the plane crashed, it’s good to know he’s locked up again.” Jack said.
“And he’s facing twelve more murder charges, he’d be getting the needle if he hadn’t already been sentenced to that.” Horatio replied.
“He escaped this morning and he already killed twelve people?” Jack asked. Horatio merely nodded to confirm. Jack felt like he needed another drink, but there was work to be done. “In that case I suppose we can go to my place. If you’d like you can stay in the guest room for tonight, but after that you should move to a hotel room after that before the A.D.A. thinks we’re sleeping together or something.” Jack said.
“Ok, thank you.” Horatio said. He couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. He sleep with a man? That hadn’t even happened in his wildest dreams. He followed Jack outside to fin the man had a motorcycle. Jack put on the leather jacket hanging over the seat and pulled a spare helmet out from under the seat. “Here.” He said.
Horatio was surprised it took him a moment to recover from that and then took the helmet and put it on.
Jack climbed on and started the Harley. “Common hop on.” Jack said and smiled before putting on his helmet. His smile was a charming one, one that had gotten the better of several female assistants already.
Horatio hopped on the back seat, it was a bit uncomfortable because of the briefcase on one side, but he wouldn’t complain. Now where to hold on was another matter, but he had no choice really so when McCoy drove off he put his arms around the other and found it somehow rather pleasant.