{"id":10236,"date":"2018-03-03T16:31:37","date_gmt":"2018-03-04T00:31:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/?page_id=10236"},"modified":"2018-03-31T17:37:10","modified_gmt":"2018-04-01T00:37:10","slug":"postcard-series","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/the-generals-office\/bj-jones\/csi-miami\/postcard-series\/","title":{"rendered":"Postcard Series"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Title<\/strong>: Miss You in Miami<br \/>\n<strong>Author<\/strong>: Bj Jones<br \/>\n<strong>Rating<\/strong>: FRT<br \/>\n<strong>Summary<\/strong>: The day after Speed\u2019s funeral a postcard arrived for Horatio<\/p>\n<p>Horatio Caine hid his pain-filled blue eyes behind his dark sunglasses. They had buried Timothy Speedle yesterday. His friend, colleague, lover. Except no one knew about their love affair. Speed had wanted to keep it a secret. He didn\u2019t want Horatio\u2019s career jeopardized.<\/p>\n<p>Horatio would give it all up just to have him back. Just to hold him again. He would retire to some quiet stretch of beach. Have Speed in his arms as they rocked in a hammock and listened to the ocean waves.<\/p>\n<p>But those dreams were gone. His lover had died in his arms. All because he didn\u2019t clean his gun. Horatio swallowed the anger and pain. He didn\u2019t understand. Why? He thought Speed understood the importance of it. Did he not love Horatio enough? Did Horatio not love him enough?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLieutenant Caine.\u201d The receptionist gave him a sad smile. \u201cMail for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you Rachel.\u201d He grabbed the mail and headed for his office.<\/p>\n<p>He sat down at his desk and looked through the mail; sighing at the various departmental memos, tossing the sympathy cards from people who didn\u2019t understand or care, and sorting out the invoices. He stopped at the postcard.<\/p>\n<p>He looked at it with confusion on his face. It was a typical tourist postcard. A white beach with a palm tree and the words \u2018Miss you in Miami\u2019 written out in the wet sand.<\/p>\n<p>He turned it over. It was blank except for the address to him at the lab, but what shocked him was the handwriting. It was Speed\u2019s. Tears pricked at his eyes, knowing his lover he had sent it as a joke, something to make him laugh. But then something caught his eye. The date. It was mailed the day of Speed\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Title<\/strong>: Greetings from California<br \/>\n<strong>Author<\/strong>: Bj Jones<br \/>\n<strong>Rating<\/strong>: FRT<br \/>\n<strong>Summary<\/strong>: Part Two in the Postcard Series: Horatio looked down at his mail \u2013 another postcard<\/p>\n<p>Horatio tossed his jacket on to the chair, stripping as he made his way to the bathroom. It had been a long day, week, month, hell an entire year. Everything had been off ever since Speed died six months before. He had been off. Sometimes he didn\u2019t know if he was coming or going.<\/p>\n<p>He had sought comfort in another\u2019s arms, but it hadn\u2019t worked. She didn\u2019t understand that he couldn\u2019t give her his heart it still belonged to Speed.<\/p>\n<p>He dried off and slipped into a pair of comfortable jeans and a t-shirt he had prepared and went off to go work out in the yard. He stopped by his dresser, picking up the postcard. The mystery had not been solved. He still wasn\u2019t sure if the postcard was real. He knew it was his lover\u2019s handwriting, he knew it had come from Speed. But what he didn\u2019t know was when it was sent. He wanted, needed to believe that it meant that his lover was alive.<\/p>\n<p>And after Ray, his heart held a kernel of hope.<\/p>\n<p>Spending time in the yard had always calmed him. Speed would tease him about acting like a child and playing in the mud, but he would always use these moments to organize his thoughts. By the time he finished weeding the backyard he was dirty, sweaty and a bit sore, but calmer.<\/p>\n<p>He grabbed his mail and set it down on the counter.<\/p>\n<p>After another quick shower he fixed himself a light dinner and sat down at the table. Horatio tossed out the junk mail first, then set aside the bills. The last piece of mail stopped him dead his tracks.<\/p>\n<p>A postcard, six months to the date from the last one.<\/p>\n<p>It was a picture of another white sandy beach but this time it had a lifeguard tower on it and the words \u2018Greetings From California\u2019 stamped over it. He swallowed and turned the card around.<\/p>\n<p>The redhead gasped, the handwriting was the same; the time stamp showed that it had been mailed on the six month anniversary of the shooting. Tears formed in his eyes. His lover was alive. Speed was alive.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Title<\/strong>: Come to Ireland<br \/>\n<strong>Author<\/strong>: Bj Jones<br \/>\n<strong>Rating<\/strong>: FRT<br \/>\n<strong>Summary<\/strong>: Part Three in the Postcard Series: This time Horatio answered.<\/p>\n<p>He had taken the day off. He didn\u2019t care if anyone connected the date and put two and two together. He needed to be away from the office. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. The two postcards were in his pocket, worn around the edges from hi continuous handling them.<\/p>\n<p>For the past six months he had tried to figure out what had made Speed go into hiding. Why he didn\u2019t confide in him, and wondered where he was. Was he all right? Was the New Yorker eating enough? One thing about Speed, he practically had to be hand fed to be eating properly. Was he getting enough sleep or was his insomnia back. He worried about his lover.<\/p>\n<p>Did Speed still love him?<\/p>\n<p>He sat down next to the tombstone. Even though he knew that Speed wasn\u2019t there, he would come down to the grave and talk to him. He had told him how they had finally taken down Clavo Cruz. Told him about his fears when the doctor had found out that Madison had Leukemia. He had voiced his feelings about the sudden re-appearance of Ray and then subsequent disappearance of his whole family.<\/p>\n<p>The redhead had broken down and told him about his guilt and fears from New York.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI wish I knew where you were.\u201d Horatio leaned his head back against the headstone. \u201cI wish I knew why.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoratio Caine?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Horatio looked up at a Fed-Ex delivery man. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have a package for you.\u201d He handed him the package then held out his tracker, waiting for Horatio to sign it. \u201cI was a bit surprised on the address, but even more surprised to actually find you here.\u201d He grinned as Horatio signed it and took the package. \u201cHave a nice day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you.\u201d Horatio looked at the package, his heart pounding in his chest.<\/p>\n<p>He opened up the package as his hands were slightly shaking. An envelope and a postcard fell out.<\/p>\n<p>Horatio picked up the postcard and looked at it. Instead of white beaches it had rolling green hills with \u2018Come to Ireland\u2019. He turned it over and gasped. In his lovers handwriting were three simple words. \u2018I love you\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Horatio opened the envelope. He had a decision to make.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">***<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Title<\/strong>: Wish You Were Here<br \/>\n<strong>Author<\/strong>: Bj Jones<br \/>\n<strong>Rating<\/strong>: FRT<br \/>\n<strong>Summary<\/strong>: Part 4 in the Postcard Series: The team read the postcard with happiness and a sense of loss.<\/p>\n<p>Eric looked at the postcard then handed it back to Calleigh. They both looked over at Alexx. \u201cI still don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Alexx turned and smiled at the small group. \u201cThey\u2019re together and happy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou knew?\u201d Calleigh asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt hurt not to tell any of you.\u201d Alexx sighed. \u201cI wanted to, but there was too much at stake.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Eric looked back at the postcard. It was a picture of a beautiful Caribbean Island with the words \u2018Wish You Were Here\u2019. He flipped it over to read the message once again. \u2018Everything is as it should be\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>~*~<\/p>\n<p>Horatio smiled at his lover as the two rocked softly in the hammock. \u201cYou think they received our postcard?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Speed sighed, his head resting on the red head\u2019s chest. \u201cThey probably have by now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey are going to wonder what happened.\u201d Horatio said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlexx will fill them in.\u201d Speed shifted and looked at his lover. \u201cI hated doing that to you, but I had no choice.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI understand,\u201d Horatio cupped one scruffy cheek. \u201cI just wish you told me about your life back in New York.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was something I had wanted to leave there.\u201d He settled back into Horatio\u2019s arms. \u201cI didn\u2019t think it would come back looking for me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re safe now.\u201d Horatio held the brunette close.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was afraid you wouldn\u2019t come,\u201d Speed said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOnce I saw the ticket I just walked out of the cemetery and went straight to the airport.\u201d Horatio reflected back to the moment. \u201cThere was no question in my mind where I belonged.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I saw you walking up the pathway, my heart stopped.\u201d Speed let the tears fall once again.<\/p>\n<p><em>He had been quietly reading when he had suddenly looked up to see Horatio walking towards him. The book dropped out of his hands as he moved out of his seat and towards his lover. The redhead held his arms out and caught Speed as he fell into them. The two held on to each other, as if afraid they would disappear. <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u2018I\u2019m home.\u2019 Horatio whispered into his ear.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Speed had pulled him into a deep kiss. Swearing that nothing would separate them again, not even death.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Speed stood up from the hammock, \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Horatio followed his lover back into their small cottage home. \u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They were together and that was all that mattered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Title: Miss You in Miami Author: Bj Jones Rating: FRT Summary: The day after Speed\u2019s funeral a postcard arrived for Horatio Horatio Caine hid his pain-filled blue eyes behind his dark sunglasses. They had buried Timothy Speedle yesterday. His friend, colleague, lover. 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