"Found anything?" Yelina asked as she entered the crime lab garage.
Horatio was processing the car from the morning's crime scene. He looked up, and Yelina could see his eyes light up. Well at least he was happy to see her, a nice change from the morning when he had rushed off.
"Yeah, some green fibers in tha backseat. I sent it to trace."
"I spoke to the vic's friends, he didn't seem upset or depressed." Yelina said as she came to stand next to Horatio.
"So it doesn't seem like suicide, like we're meant to think."
"Maybe. That's for you to tell me." She smiled and batted her eyes. She had missed their flirting.
"I'll tell you once I figure it out Ma'am." Horatio smiled back.
They stood there sharing a smile for a second, before his expression clouded over again, and he focused his attention back ot the car.
"Horatio," Yelina said, unsure if she should bring up the issue now. They were alone and perhaps this was a good opportunity.
He turned his head to look at her again, expecting her to tell him more about the case they were working on.
"Don't you think... maybe things have been a little different between us?" She was hoping he would catch on and offer some explaination.
"Different how?" He feigned ignorance as he avoided her eyes now, turning his head to study the front tire of the car.
"Different, like strained. We hardly talk much anymore. It's like we lost our closeness, you're so distant. You're hardly interested in me..."
"I'm sorry sweetheart." Horatio had his head bowed. "I've been so busy at work, when I get home..."
"It's isn't your work and I know it." Yelina pressed on. "You're keeping something from me and it's affecting our marriage."
Horatio kept his head bowed, and uncomfortable silence fell between them.
"I'm ah, I'm working on something at the moment."
"Like what?" Yelina tried to stick her face in front of him so that she could study his expression, but he kept a mask void of any emotion.
"Yelina," Horatio cocked his head, looking at her now. She expect him to tell her what he had been so pre-occupied with but instead he seemed to decide against it at the last moment. "I... I'm not sure how to tell you this.."
If he had such difficulty coughing out the truth perhaps her suspicions were correct. She blinked, not wanting to let him know how much she hurt. "You're seeing someone aren't you?"
He let out an incredulous chuckle. "What?"
"I saw you, with that young brunette that day, having lunch... she turned up at our house this morning - "
"No." His tone softened. He reached out with his hand, rubbing her upper arm. "I would never... don't you trust me?"
There was a hint of hurt in his voice, but she was angry. "I know what I saw."
"Yelina," he turned his head to look around, as if to make sure nobody had crept up to evesdrop on their conversation. "this isn't a good place to talk. I'll - "
"H," Eric walked in, looking up from the file in his hands he stopped. "Sorry, I'll come back later."
"No Eric, I was just leaving." Yelina said. She turned and walked out, unsure of what to make of the conversation she just had with Horatio.
"It's ok Eric." Horatio said. "What did you find on the fibers?"
Personal matters had to wait, they always kept their professional lives seperate from their personal lives. It had always been that way since they got together. Horatio knew he had to tell his wife what was going on, but that would wait, till shift was over.
