The crazy-ass task force is back :lol:
You guys are really funny.
Don't worry H's one and only is Y. As you'll see:
In the time that Horatio had been in Miami, Ray and Yelina had showed him around enough for him to know where all the tourists spots were. He took Claire to those same spots. He found that he still enjoyed her company, but the feeling wasn’t the same as he felt with Yelina. He dutifully made small talk but he knew things were no longer the same as when they were dating.
The night ended with her inviting him to her hotel room. Something he did against his better judgment but he didn’t have the heart to turn her down.
“Thanks for showing me around,” Claire said offering Horatio a drink. They stood at the balcony of her hotel room, enjoying the night view of the city of Miami.
Horatio took a few sips of the drink Claire had offered, mindful that he would have to drive home later. “My pleasure.” He replied.
“Horatio, do you know why I came to Miami?” she asked as she stood next to him.
“I wouldn’t say I know for sure.” Horatio thought he could guess but he didn’t want to say it.
“I was hoping... maybe, just maybe we’d have another chance at being together again.” She said confirming his suspicion.
“That’s not possible.” Horatio said, turning to look at her.
“Look, we had our differences, but while you were gone, I realized I needed you more than anything.” She said.
“I’m sorry Claire,” Horatio said apologetically. He tried to find the right words to cushion what he really wanted to say. “You’re a nice person, and I like you...”
Claire laughed. “But only as a friend. That’s the worse thing a man can say to a woman. I suppose you’re going to add that it’s you and not me.”
Horatio shifted his weight uncomfortably. “I was going to say… that I’m in love with someone else.”
“It’s that Hispanic detective isn’t it? I could tell, the way you two were looking at each other.”
Horatio nodded. He suddenly realized he hadn’t even told Yelina before that he was in love with her. Lost in his thoughts, he was caught off guard when Claire leaned towards him in an attempt to kiss him. He managed to turn his head in time.
“I err…” Horatio stepped back from Claire. “We broke up in New York. Let’s leave it at that shall we?”
Claire sighed. “Just leave ok?”
Horatio nodded, happy to make a hasty retreat, he left her room and the hotel. As he got into his car, Horatio dialled Yelina’s number. There was no answer. He tried her cell. Twice. Yelina didn’t pick up. He decided he wanted to see her and took the road to her apartment.
He stood outside Yelina's door. He had rang the doorbell twice but the door didn’t open. He began to worry that something had happened to her. Perhaps he should go back to PD to check. As he turned to leave he heard the door open behind him. Turning he saw Yelina standing with the door slightly ajar, not enough for him to enter.
“You sure are persistent.” She said.
Horatio offered a sheepish smile. “I was worried something had happened… you didn’t answer my calls.”
“Did it occur to you that I didn’t want to?” she said, sounding angry.
“Ummm.. yeah.” Horatio hated that she had that effect on him. She could make him feel like a guilty suspect. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not happy with me taking Claire out and canceling our dinner…. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”
Yelina decided that he seemed sincere enough. Perhaps there was really nothing to be jealous about. That was before she spotted the lipstick mark on Horatio’s shirt collar. She rolled her eyes and gave him a bitter smile.
“You’re a cop. One would think you’d be smart enough to hide the evidence.”
“What?” Horatio asked, not following.
“The lipstick mark on your collar. You didn’t think I’d notice? You should at least have the decency to go home and get changed before coming here for more sex.” Yelina said unable to hide her anger anymore. She fought the tears of betrayal that threatened to fall.
“Yelina,” Horatio began, “I didn’t do anything with Claire. She tried to come on to me. That’s probably how the lipstick got onto my shirt.” He hadn’t even noticed it was there.
“One would also think you’d come up with a better excuse. Is that alcohol I smell?” Yelina said raising her voice.
“Yeah, she offered me a drink, I took a sip.” Horatio explained.
“And I suppose you’re going to say you did her in a drunken stupor, mistaking her for me.”
Horatio shook his head and told himself to remain calm. He couldn’t believe she would doubt him. “Yelina, please. Be logical here – “
“So I’m being illogical now huh?” Yelina seethed with anger. “Just leave Horatio. I don’t even know why you bothered coming here.” She slammed the door shut in Horatio’s face.
He stood there stunned for a moment. That was the second time that night a woman asked him to leave. The second time hurt more than he expected. He considered knocking on her door again, but he knew better. He shook his head again and slowly made his way to his car.
