Hrockz
Coroner
Crap I'm feeling like crap, just returned from the dentist and my tooth is killing me.
Sorry about the health warning, I'll try put it up next time I write something like this.
Lunalove spilt, dislocated knee doesn't sound fun at all.
Anyway back to the story:
The weeks following, Horatio did just as he said he would, hanging out mainly at MDPD. He spent his time mostly at Yelina’s side helping her with cases she was working on. She found she benefited greatly from his past experience in NYPD, that, and the neck and shoulder massages he gave her. When she was out in the field, Horatio wondered the halls of the crime lab. He soon made friends and got acquainted with the CSIs and lab technicians. His degree in Chemistry helped and he soon caught on quickly. He felt drawn to the world of forensics and when he could he studied it with great interest. It was also then did he become friends with the medical examiner Alex Woods.
It was one such day when Horatio was sitting at Yelina’s desk, pouring over the latest forensic journal, that his other gift was revealed.
“I wish I could have done more.” Yelina sighed as she took the seat next to Horatio.
“Tough case?” Horatio asked, he reached out to massage her neck.
“Yeah. Nine-year-old whose mother was murdered today. The father did it, but we don’t have enough evidence, the DA threw our case out. The poor boy is obviously a victim of abuse as well but he refuses to talk, not to me nor the social worker. The worse part is, we have to return him to his father, who’s going to walk free.”
Horatio, who had his head turned, listened intently. She thought she glimpsed pain and regret in his eyes as she spoke. He lowered his head, seemingly engrossed in studying his cast for a long while before he looked up at her again. “I’d like to talk to the boy, if that’s ok with you?”
“Sure, wouldn’t hurt.”
Yelina led Horatio to the interrogation room where the boy was busy drawing on a piece of blank paper.
“His name’s Patrick.” Yelina said as Horatio walked in on his crutches and sat down next to the boy. Yelina stood in the corner.
“Hi Patrick.” Horatio said. “My name is Horatio Caine. That’s a nice picture you’re drawing.”
Patrick smiled but didn’t say a word.
“I’m sorry about your mom.” Horatio added.
Patrick placed the crayon in his hand on the table. “You’re a policeman aren’t you?”
“Yeah… but, I’m also someone, who wants to be your friend.”
Patrick looked down trying to stop himself from crying.
“You know Patrick, my mom died when I was a kid too.” Horatio said gently.
“She did?” Patrick asked looking interested.
“I was much older than you are now, but my brother was about your age. I was both scared and sad when she died.”
“I feel like that too.” Patrick said.
“Well, it takes a brave person to admit they’re scared.” Horatio smiled. Yelina smiled inwardly. At that moment she could picture Horatio with their child. She kicked herself mentally. They had only been dating for a couple of months and she was thinking of having his children.
Patrick managed a smile. Noticing Horatio’s leg, he asked, “How’d you break your leg?”
“I had a little accident.” Horatio smiled.
“I broke my arm once.” Patrick said. “Skateboarding.”
“I broke my arm when I was your age too. But I wasn’t skateboarding. My Dad threw me out the window from the third floor.”
Yelina was surprised. She didn’t think he would make something like that up. She listened as Horatio continued.
“You see Patrick, my Dad wasn’t home much. But when he was, he used to beat up my brother and me. My mom tried to stop him, but she always got a beating as well.”
The little boy remained silent, thinking about what Horatio had just told him. “I lied when I told you I broke my arm skateboarding. It was my Dad.”
“That’s the second brave thing you did today, Patrick. To admit something like that.” Horatio ruffled the boy’s hair. “We’d like to stop your Dad from hurting you again. You think you could tell what you just told me to the social worker? I’ll be right here with you.”
Patrick nodded. Horatio smiled. He nodded at Yelina. The DA and social worker came in. Horatio sat with Patrick as the boy told of the abuse he was receiving from his father.
As the boy was about to leave with the social worker, Horatio handed Patrick his card. “If you need anything, you give me a call.”
Patrick smiled as he took the card. Yelina watched them leave before taking the seat the boy had just vacated. Horatio let out a sigh.
She placed a hand on his thigh. “That was really sweet of you, it must have been hard for you to bring up those memories.”
“As long as I could help stop his father from hurting him again, it was worth it.” Horatio placed his hand over hers as he looked into her large, brown eyes.
“I didn’t know you had such a difficult childhood.” Yelina stared back into his blue eyes.
“I try not to make a big deal out of it.” Horatio said.
She leaned towards him and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Thanks for helping me with the case. Come on, let’s go home.”
Sorry if it's crappy, the pain's getting to my head...
Sorry about the health warning, I'll try put it up next time I write something like this.
Lunalove spilt, dislocated knee doesn't sound fun at all.
Anyway back to the story:
The weeks following, Horatio did just as he said he would, hanging out mainly at MDPD. He spent his time mostly at Yelina’s side helping her with cases she was working on. She found she benefited greatly from his past experience in NYPD, that, and the neck and shoulder massages he gave her. When she was out in the field, Horatio wondered the halls of the crime lab. He soon made friends and got acquainted with the CSIs and lab technicians. His degree in Chemistry helped and he soon caught on quickly. He felt drawn to the world of forensics and when he could he studied it with great interest. It was also then did he become friends with the medical examiner Alex Woods.
It was one such day when Horatio was sitting at Yelina’s desk, pouring over the latest forensic journal, that his other gift was revealed.
“I wish I could have done more.” Yelina sighed as she took the seat next to Horatio.
“Tough case?” Horatio asked, he reached out to massage her neck.
“Yeah. Nine-year-old whose mother was murdered today. The father did it, but we don’t have enough evidence, the DA threw our case out. The poor boy is obviously a victim of abuse as well but he refuses to talk, not to me nor the social worker. The worse part is, we have to return him to his father, who’s going to walk free.”
Horatio, who had his head turned, listened intently. She thought she glimpsed pain and regret in his eyes as she spoke. He lowered his head, seemingly engrossed in studying his cast for a long while before he looked up at her again. “I’d like to talk to the boy, if that’s ok with you?”
“Sure, wouldn’t hurt.”
Yelina led Horatio to the interrogation room where the boy was busy drawing on a piece of blank paper.
“His name’s Patrick.” Yelina said as Horatio walked in on his crutches and sat down next to the boy. Yelina stood in the corner.
“Hi Patrick.” Horatio said. “My name is Horatio Caine. That’s a nice picture you’re drawing.”
Patrick smiled but didn’t say a word.
“I’m sorry about your mom.” Horatio added.
Patrick placed the crayon in his hand on the table. “You’re a policeman aren’t you?”
“Yeah… but, I’m also someone, who wants to be your friend.”
Patrick looked down trying to stop himself from crying.
“You know Patrick, my mom died when I was a kid too.” Horatio said gently.
“She did?” Patrick asked looking interested.
“I was much older than you are now, but my brother was about your age. I was both scared and sad when she died.”
“I feel like that too.” Patrick said.
“Well, it takes a brave person to admit they’re scared.” Horatio smiled. Yelina smiled inwardly. At that moment she could picture Horatio with their child. She kicked herself mentally. They had only been dating for a couple of months and she was thinking of having his children.
Patrick managed a smile. Noticing Horatio’s leg, he asked, “How’d you break your leg?”
“I had a little accident.” Horatio smiled.
“I broke my arm once.” Patrick said. “Skateboarding.”
“I broke my arm when I was your age too. But I wasn’t skateboarding. My Dad threw me out the window from the third floor.”
Yelina was surprised. She didn’t think he would make something like that up. She listened as Horatio continued.
“You see Patrick, my Dad wasn’t home much. But when he was, he used to beat up my brother and me. My mom tried to stop him, but she always got a beating as well.”
The little boy remained silent, thinking about what Horatio had just told him. “I lied when I told you I broke my arm skateboarding. It was my Dad.”
“That’s the second brave thing you did today, Patrick. To admit something like that.” Horatio ruffled the boy’s hair. “We’d like to stop your Dad from hurting you again. You think you could tell what you just told me to the social worker? I’ll be right here with you.”
Patrick nodded. Horatio smiled. He nodded at Yelina. The DA and social worker came in. Horatio sat with Patrick as the boy told of the abuse he was receiving from his father.
As the boy was about to leave with the social worker, Horatio handed Patrick his card. “If you need anything, you give me a call.”
Patrick smiled as he took the card. Yelina watched them leave before taking the seat the boy had just vacated. Horatio let out a sigh.
She placed a hand on his thigh. “That was really sweet of you, it must have been hard for you to bring up those memories.”
“As long as I could help stop his father from hurting him again, it was worth it.” Horatio placed his hand over hers as he looked into her large, brown eyes.
“I didn’t know you had such a difficult childhood.” Yelina stared back into his blue eyes.
“I try not to make a big deal out of it.” Horatio said.
She leaned towards him and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Thanks for helping me with the case. Come on, let’s go home.”
Sorry if it's crappy, the pain's getting to my head...
