{"id":9036,"date":"2017-09-30T20:17:28","date_gmt":"2017-10-01T03:17:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/?page_id=9036"},"modified":"2017-09-30T21:48:34","modified_gmt":"2017-10-01T04:48:34","slug":"wake-up-call","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.sylumclan.com\/sylumblog\/the-generals-office\/bj-jones\/csi-miami\/wake-up-call\/","title":{"rendered":"Wake-Up Call"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title<\/strong>: Wake Up Call
\nAuthor<\/strong>: Bj Jones
\nRating<\/strong>: R
\nSummary<\/strong>: Horatio gets a wake up call<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Horatio tossed and turned, sleep evading him once again. He sighed as he rolled over and looked at the clock it was two in the morning. He rolled back onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The sound of gunshots echoed through his mind, the smell of gunpowder burned his nose. He growled and climbed out of bed.<\/p>\n

He stood in the bathroom staring into the mirror. He finally looked away, not even able to look at himself, he stripped down and climbed into the shower. The hot water soothed his sore muscles; he braced himself against the wall and let the water pound his back and shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u2018I can\u2019t feel anything.\u2019 Horatio moaned as the voice echoed in his ears. \u2018Speed!\u2019<\/p>\n

Horatio turned off the shower, grabbed a towel ran it through his hair, throwing it onto the floor. He stepped out of the bathroom grabbed a fresh pair of sweats and slipped them on.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019ve got plenty of time for that.\u2019<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He pushed himself away from the wall and into the kitchen. He pulled down a bottle of scotch and grabbed a glass. He poured himself a generous amount then walked into the living room. He set the bottle down on the coffee table, and kept walking to the patio door. He leaned up against the wall looking out into the moon lit yard.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you really think that will help?\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio turned and looked at the figure by the bay window. The moonlight surrounded him with a heavenly glow, making his black hair look midnight blue. His pose was casual, hands in pocket, head cocked to the side; his dark eyes solemn and intense.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but it should knock me out,\u201d Horatio turned back around.<\/p>\n

\u201cWith a killer headache in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the morning, I\u2019m more concerned about right now,\u201d Horatio tossed back the drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Horatio I know doesn\u2019t drown his sorrows.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio turned from the door, \u201cKnew. Past tense.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it really?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell are you doing here?\u201d Horatio glared at the young man.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou called me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio grabbed the bottle off the coffee table, and poured another drink. \u201cI called you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBasically.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why the hell would I call you?\u201d Horatio downed the second drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio poured a third drink, \u201cThese one liners are getting a little old.\u201d Horatio growled when the man smirked. \u201cSo why do you think I called you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRemorse, regret, but for what, only you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio slammed the bottle down onto the table, his eyes wide. \u201cThat\u2019s rich coming from you.\u201d They young man shrugged never leaving his spot, his eyes never leaving Horatio. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who didn\u2019t clean his gun.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mistake, my consequence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck that,\u201d Horatio growled. \u201cWe are living with that mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t. It was mine to make and mine to live with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re not living with it, we are.\u201d Horatio glared his blue eyes grew dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry for that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell it\u2019s a little late,\u201d Horatio slumped back into the couch.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d Horatio voice was thick with pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor you to see the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio\u2019s head snapped up, \u201cWhat truth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re pissed at me for not cleaning my gun\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell yeah,\u201d Horatio folded his arms waiting for him to continue.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that\u2019s not why you\u2019re sitting in your living room drinking a bottle of scotch at two in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why am I?\u201d Horatio demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cCause you\u2019re pissed at yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio stood abruptly, \u201cFuck you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour pissed you didn\u2019t check to see if I was cleaning my gun. You\u2019re pissed ’cause you didn\u2019t see the two gunmen. You\u2019re pissed because you waited too long.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio grabbed the bottle and threw it at the wall, tears streamed down his face. \u201cWhy are you doing this to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t live like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t live without you,\u201d Horatio voice pleaded. \u201cI love you. But every time I close my eyes I see the pain in yours. I see your blood flowing out of you. And even then I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew. I saw it in your eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re here, why?\u201d Horatio gestured around his living room.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I\u2019m really not here, am I?\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Horatio sat up in his bed, his alarm blaring at him. He slammed his fist down onto the clock. He stumbled into the bathroom, groaned at the sight in front of him. He took a quick shower, and then dressed for the day. He slipped on his glasses as he stepped out into the early morning Miami sun. He sat behind the wheel of the Hummer; another day had started.<\/p>\n

He cursed his subconscious when he drove past the lab and headed farther into town. He sighed even harder as he parked at the allocated spot. He debated whether or not to get out of the Hummer. The dream last night was so real, but the pain waiting for him outside was real. Nothing had changed, and it never will.<\/p>\n

He gathered up his strength and stepped out of the vehicle. He walked down the pathway, his steps loud to his own ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cLt. Caine,\u201d The nurse smiled at him. \u201cHaven\u2019t seen you in a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWork keeps me busy,\u201d He gave her a tight smile. \u201cMiami never closes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on in,\u201d She gave him a friendly pat on the arm.<\/p>\n

Horatio stood at the hospital room door. In all accounts Speed should have died that day, but somehow he survived only to slip into a coma. It\u2019s been three months and he still hadn\u2019t woken-up. The doctors weren\u2019t sure if he would. So the higher ups made him find a replacement at the lab Ryan was a great CSI, but he wasn\u2019t Speed.<\/p>\n

Horatio slipped into the chair next to the young man\u2019s bed. The nurse must have shaved him recently, though it still looked like he had a five o\u2019clock shadow. The doctors had told him, it was good sign that Speed was breathing on his own, but not to get his hopes up. Speed had suffered a severe trauma, and even if he did wake up there would be lots of physical therapy. He had visited every day for the first couple of weeks, then every couple of days, until he just stopped coming.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Speed.\u201d Horatio took his hand, softly caressing the back of it. \u201cI dreamed of you last night. Not my normal style dream when you make an appearance wearing nothing but leather pants.\u201d He laughed softly, as he glanced around the room. \u201cGod, Speed\u2026I don\u2019t know what to say. I\u2019ve harbored these feelings for so long, but last night was a wake up call. I\u2019ve been acting as if you were dead, and you’re not. God, I\u2019m so pissed at you, why didn\u2019t you clean your gun? Why didn\u2019t I ask?\u201d Horatio leaned his head down onto bed. \u201cWhy is it so hard for me to tell you I love you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just did,\u201d A pained whisper reached Horatio\u2019s ears.<\/p>\n

Horatio sat up and looked at the bed, brown eyes looked back. \u201cSpeed?\u201d<\/p>\n

Speed smiled, \u201cI knew. I saw it in your eyes.\u201d His eyes shined as he looked at Horatio. He tried to speak, but his eyes began to droop.<\/p>\n

Horatio reached up and caressed the scruffy face, \u201cSleep. I\u2019ll be here when you wake up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Speed shifted burrowing into Horatio\u2019s hand, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShush,\u201d Horatio soothed him until his eyes closed and his breathing became even.<\/p>\n

He wiped the tears from his face as he walked into the hallway looking for the doctor. The doctor and nurses rushed into the room, leaving Horatio in the hallway. He leaned against the wall a smile on his face. He knew he should call the lab, but right now he just wanted to enjoy the sensation of seeing those brown eyes open and full of love looking at him.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Speed sat outside on the patio covered with a blanket. He was released from the hospital a few days ago, but wasn\u2019t allowed to work for another month at least. Between the physical therapy, check-ups and therapy appointments he was exhausted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho knew being a sleep for three months would make someone so tired,\u201d He mumbled.<\/p>\n

He turned when he heard a soft laugh behind him, \u201cYour body just needs the time to adjust to being used again. Just give it some time, the physical therapy is helping.\u201d<\/p>\n

Speed smiled at him, \u201cI can think of one activity that would help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio sat down in the chair next to him, \u201cDon\u2019t tempt me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that the point?\u201d Speed grinned, pulling the blanket up. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019m cold and it\u2019s what? Ninety degrees outside?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoctors said you\u2019re circulation will adjust,\u201d Horatio rubbed Speed\u2019s arm, and then sat back in his chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat, I\u2019ll probably freeze to death in the lab,\u201d Speed muttered as he curled under the blanket. \u201cSo what do I have to do to get you into bed?\u201d He grinned at the redhead. \u201cI do have leather pants.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you hear everything I said?\u201d Horatio shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I was already coming out of it.\u201d Speed\u2019s tone became serious. \u201cI was dreaming or I thought I was. I was here in your living room talking with you, except I\u2019ve never been here before.\u201d<\/p>\n

Horatio eyes went wide, \u201cI was drinking Scotch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Speed\u2019s head shot up, as he looked over at Horatio. \u201cYeah, downing it pretty fast. I tried to get you to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee that avoiding you wasn\u2019t the answer nor was avoiding the real issue.\u201d Horatio stood up and walked over to him. He pulled Speed out of the chair and into his arms. \u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Speed leaned his head onto Horatio\u2019s shoulder, \u201cI love you too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe still have something we need to talk about,\u201d Horatio held him close.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, but can it wait? I just want you to hold me.\u201d Speed mumbled into his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll hold you forever,\u201d Horatio kissed the side of his head.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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