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Horatio Caine's Family ~ New Beginnings	By : blackbear355 Category: 1 through F > CSI: Miami Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI MIAMI or any of it's characters. I do not make any money from writing this story. I do not own the tv series MacGyver or any of it's characters. The characters of Julie, Malann, and their family belong to me.

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CHAPTER FOUR
WARNING: Reference to male/male relationship. If this bothers you, stop right here.

Once again, the street and the number. I do not know if there is such a place in Miami.

I DO NOT own the character of John Munch.

The character of Dale Jarvis belongs to me.
April 14, 2003 (Monday)

HORATIO AND JULIE'S FOURTH MEETING SINCE DEC. 2002

A WALK ON THE BEACH
Julie was in Miami to do some genealogy research at the library. In the afternoon, she stopped by the crime lab to see Horatio, picked up her visitor's badge and searched for him thoroughly throughout the building, but he wasn't there. So she went back to her hotel room, and called his cell phone from there. He wasn't available, so she left him a message.
"Hello, Horatio," she said timidly into the phone. "What are you doing? I--I just wanted to say hello, and hope you are doing well. Bye."
In the hotel room, a couple of hours later, the room's desk phone jingled. She picked up, thinking it was a call from one of her sisters.
"Hello?"
"Yeah. Horatio. Julie?"
"Lt. Caine?" She sounded shocked.
"Yes, that's me."
"Th--this is Julie. Not Piper." She seemed at a loss for words.
"Mm--hm." He had known who she was as soon as he heard her voice message.
"I received your message that you called," he prompted. What's up?"
"Well, I--I--wanted to say hello to you," she stammered. "Are you alright--uh--how are you doing?"
"I'm okay. Where are you?"
"I'm in my hotel room, but I am going over to the library now."
"Which one?"
The genealogy library. The big one on 44th and Palm Avenue."
"You want me to meet you there?"
Julie blinked in surprise. "Aye--I do." Actually, she hadn't considered meeting at the library or anywhere else, but if he wanted to meet there, that was fine with her.
"How long you gonnu be there?"
"All day--until tonight," she returned.
"How about 4:00? 4:30?" he asked.
"That is good."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"Bye." Julie rang off with a delicious expectation of seeing the red-haired lieutenant again.
Wow, that was easy, she thought. Why would he really want to see me if he is married? If that were the case, she would have to set him straight. And soon.
Throughout March and the first week of April, Horatio and Dale Jarvis had seen each other a few times. After the visit they had at Starbuck's in early February, their relationship had grown, as Dale worked slowly to overcome Horatio's shyness.
Horatio went to Dale's condo one evening, and they became involved in a heavy chess game, with Horatio not going home until well after midnight. Dale won the game.
On another occasion, he and Dale had met at a bar after work, and enjoyed drinks and a meal, along with a game of pool. And when Horatio paused afterward, to unlock the door to his car, Dale had reached out his hand for Horatio's, and his lips had brushed against Horatio's forehead, before Horatio pulled away, afraid of being seen by somebody.
They had kept a low profile, meeting only at Horatio's apartment, or at Dale's condo, until the night Horatio ate dinner at Dale's place, and what started on the sofa in front of the television, had ended up in Dale's bed, until both Horatio and Dale had to go to work the next morning.
During the phone conversation, Julie couldn't miss the upbeat tone to Horatio's voice; he sounded so cheerful. She had no way of knowing that two nights before, Dale's patience had finally paid off: Horatio and Dale had consummated their relationship in Dale's bed--with Dale as the recipient, and Horatio was actually happy for the first time in over a year.

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Horatio pulled his car into the lot at the genealogy library and parked. He eagerly bounded up the flight of stairs into the building, and searched until he found Julie, hunched over a micro fiche machine near the center of the room. He was determined to clear up the misunderstanding she seemed to have about his marital status.
She was slowly turning the handle, looking at some barely-discernible figures on the board in front of her.
"Hello Julie, not Piper." His soft, velvety whisper carried to her clearly.
She looked up and back to him with a smile. "Heh."
"I am almost done here." She turned the crank on the reel slowly. "I forgot to ask you something, sir." She did not look up from the image in front of her.
Horatio found an empty chair, and pulled it up, so he could sit next to her. He turned it around, so he could put his arms on the back of it, and still see what she was doing.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you married, NOW?"
Her question was unexpected, and it caught him off guard. She always had been good at seemingly reading his mind. This is one of the things that kept him off-balance when he was with her. "No, I'm not. I was--for awhile." He didn't go into any more detail, and she didn't ask. Well, that was easy, he thought. She had addressed the issue he wanted to talk to her about. Now that it had been dealt with, he decided he was off the hook. The truth was, he was still trying to come to terms with the death of his second wife, Marisol, and his unborn child. They had been gone for only fifteen months. He still found it too painful to even talk about it.
And now, with Dale as his new lover, how would Julie react to that? She had seemed open-minded eight years ago, but how would she handle it now? Would she think he was disgusting, or ugly, unclean, or perverted? Would she even want anything to do with him?
While he waited for Julie, he thought of other things. "You came to the lab today. You spent some time there, didn't you."
"I did. You were out, so I called instead. How did you know where to call me? I did not leave my number."
"My cell--picked up the incoming number."
"Oh."
"Why didn't you return MY calls?" His head tilted forward, and his eyes pierced hers through his lashes.
She looked at him for a moment, and appeared guilty. "I--am--not sure. It was--I don't know. I am sorry. Will you forgive me?"
"Yes I will, ma'am." He rubbed his front teeth with his finger, appearing to be in thought.
"I--I--thought--you were still married." She turned back to her micro fiche reader. "I--I--did not want to cause a problem with you and your wife." She flashed him a quick look, and cast her eyes down. "Can--can we go to the beach? Can we walk together for awhile?"
"Whenever you're ready." He suddenly realized why she had not returned his calls. She had morals, and did not want to cheat with whom she thought was a married man.
To Julie, his avoidance of the subject was a mystery, but if he chose not to talk about it, that was his business, she figured. Maybe it had been an unhappy marriage, as so many of his relationships had been, according to what he had told her eight years ago. After all, it wasn't as though the relationship the two of them had before was going to rekindle. It was impossible, she believed.
He finally elected to ask, "Your horses still keep you pretty busy?"
"Oh, yes."
"You bring 'em with you?"
To Florida, you mean? Some of them. I did."
"You live on a farm, like you wanted?"
"Somewhat. It is ten acres."

His eyes once more flicked to the screen full of faded scrawl. "What are you working on?"
"Census records. From 1920. See?" She pointed a finger at a faded line. "They are difficult to read, they are so faint--and hand-written." She gave the spool a final turn, and started to re-wind it.
"I am ready now." Julie was thinking of Horatio's supposed divorce--or maybe he was only separated? He seemed pretty shady about the subject, as though it were taboo.
She came to the end of the spool, removed it from the spindle, turned off the reader light, and stood up.
Horatio returned his chair to the table, waited for Julie to put her materials into her tote bag, and followed her to the librarian's desk, where she graciously returned the wheel.
They left the building, got into his car, and drove toward the beach. Very little was said between them.
They reached the parking lot to the beach, and he found an empty spot, and turned off the ignition. They talked a little, before Julie opened the door to get out. He followed her down the wooden walkway to the shore.

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Horatio and Julie were walking on the beach, and they were holding hands again, like they used to. This time, she noticed that he caressed her fingers as they walked, and his grip was stronger, more confident--maybe more possessive.
"I do not like being around a lot of people," she confided to him.
"Yet, you're here with me."
"Well--that is because I like being with you more than I like being with most people."
"Now--why--why do you like being with me more than most people?"
"When my sister and I came to the CSI crime lab, you found the time to answer my stupid questions. I know you have a lot to do now, but still, you took the time for us. And you were--are--very nice. And--and--I have some very fond memories of you, from before--"
"There's no such thing as a stupid question."
"I am very sorry I did not return your calls. But to err is human, and forgive, divine. Will you be divine, Lieutenant Caine, and forgive me?"
His lips parted into a wide smile. "I've already forgiven you."
"And no more Lieutenant Caine, alright? My name is Horatio. Same as before."
"I almost married a detective once. Since I was with you last." Her eyes took on a distant look as she gazed out to sea.
"Where? In Miami?" He squeezed her hand again, and turned down to her, as they continued walking.
"New York City. It was after my two-week Florida holiday."
"You almost married him?" Horatio was obviously very interested.
Julie said nothing, just kept walking beside him.
"What happened?" He prompted her to continue, wanting to draw her out of her shell.
"I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. We even talked about getting married. And then, he married someone else. I thought she was my friend. It was all very confusing. And, kind of complicated." She turned her face away, and shook her head.
"Sometimes, life just doesn't go the way we want it to, huh."
"But they are divorced now, Lieutenant Ca--I--I mean, Horatio. Their union did not last very long." She stopped to break up a clump of wet sand with her heel, then moved on. "She got his house, his car, the Waterfront Bar--he lost everything--including me."
"Maybe, just maybe--he was thinking with his small head, instead of his big one."
"Aye, perhaps he was." She looked up at him, and immediately blushed.
"Is that why you came back here, to Florida?"
"No. I moved back up to Connecticut for a time, after that." She reconsidered. "Well--maybe--I just wanted to go somewhere else--leave that locale, and just get away from there. It was time for a change." It was her turn to be vague, as the circumstances that had brought about the move were so much more complicated than that.
"I have moved on. He and I are friends, still, but she and I are not. I believe she only married him to get his money and his investments."
Horatio was silent, as he absorbed what she had told him.
"Well, it worked out for the best," she asserted, with another look out to sea.
"How so?" he queried.
"I am not the marrying kind, apparently. I will not try again. It is bad luck. I knew that in 1995, and I know it even more now. I do not believe I am capable of having anyone love me enough to make it last."
He snuffed, as though he was a little perturbed at what she had said. "That is not true." His voice was firm, and had a tone of finality to it.
Her head nodded emphatically. "I am much too independent for ANYONE to want me. I cannot be dominated, and I cannot be conquered, says my father. My brother says I am a free spirit." She sounded amused more than bitter, as though she was willing to take out what was dished her way.
Her last statement made Horatio think, and his head turned down to her with a startled look on his face. Unknowingly, she had mentioned one of the excuses he had come up with, as to why he shouldn't have a relationship with her--her independence. Now that she had openly expressed it, he accepted it, but looked at it as a challenge. He had always liked challenges.
Her demeanor changed, as she began to turn inward. Her body tensed, and she tried to withdraw her hand from his, but he kept his fingers tight around her hand. He was not about to let that happen--this turning away from him. So, to keep her talking, he asked, "Are you happy living in Florida?" He stroked her hand with his fingers, until she began to relax.
"I am, Caine--Horatio." She brightened almost immediately. "As happy as it is possible for me to be. Florida is my home now."
"When did you move down here? I know you were thinking about it."
"I made another genealogy trip. In 1998, it was. And while I was here, I saw some ads for houses that were going to be sold at auction. One of them was in a swamp. Some land, with a little house on it already. I liked it. It was inexpensive, and needed only a little work. So I put a bid on it, and I got it. It was--about--four and a half years ago. And I have not regretted it, from that day to this. I am still working on it, whenever I can, while I am living in it."
Horatio muttered something under his breath. He was thinking, how could she have come back, without letting him know? He would have loved to help her get a house, and maybe share it together. But it wasn't meant to be. Why did she have to be so damned independent? Once again, he resolved to rise to the challenge.
He made a growling noise under his breath.
"What?" She leaned closer and looked up to his face.
"Nothing."
After thinking a minute, he asked, "Is it possible to keep horses in a swamp, you think?"
"Well--it is only half swamp." She smirked and looked up at him again. "I have a driveway, and a yard, a large field--"
"Any alligators?"
Julie's face lit up, and she chortled. "My horses are in the stable to the west of the house. There was an alligator in with them one morning, about eight weeks ago."
Horatio laughed. "Maybe that's a good indication you need to drain the swamp?"
"Oh, no, I cannot do a thing like that. I go out to the swamp to photograph and study the wildlife." Her look let him know that the whole idea of draining the swamp was preposterous.
"Well, I hope you arm yourself with protection against the mosquitos."
"That is what bug repellent is for," she reminded him in a condescending way. "And bacon fat, as well."
"Julie, there's a lot of bacteria and pathogens in swamp water, if you didn't know."
The day was getting dark, so they returned to his car, and they stood and talked beside the vehicle for a time.
"You wannu come back to my place?" He leaned back against the door on the passenger side, his arms folded across his chest.
"No."
"You hungry? We can go somewhere and eat." Horatio hadn't eaten, and he was hungry.
"No. I ate at Subway."
Horatio shuffled his feet, looking at the ground as he did so.
Julie had something else on her mind, besides eating. She shyly asked him, "W--will you--hold me--like you did before?"
He looked at her for a minute, wondering if this would be like the last time--her leaving him. He didn't want to go through that again--her leaving. He weighed the consequences, if he were to start anything with her again. He made his decision.
"C'mere." He raised his right arm, to put it around her. The truth was, he craved affection and physical contact as much as she did.
She stepped closer to him, slowly, and leaned into him, breathing his wonderful scent.
His arms went around her. "You're shivering. Are you cold?" Then he remembered how she trembled before, when she became nervous. "You're not still afraid of me now, are you?"
"I am not--afraid of you. I am afraid I might disappoint you, or make you unhappy, or not be what you expect me to be. I am afraid I might--lose you again." How bold of me, she thought. As if she had him to lose.
"That's not gonnu happen." He could scarcely believe what he had just said, but he couldn't help himself. His lips brushed against her hair, and he kissed her on the side of her head. His arms folded tighter around her, and he pulled her to him. His hand smoothed her hair on the side of her head.
She could scarcely believe what she had heard him say. Did this mean he WAS interested in her? Or, was he just telling her something he thought she wanted to hear?
Up on her tiptoes she went, and wrapped her arms solidly around his neck.
He picked up her hand, and turned it over, and noticed the smooth, vivid scar across her left palm. He studied it for a minute. "How did you get this? You didn't have THIS before."
"I suppose I did not move fast enough, or maybe too fast. It is difficult to talk about."
Horatio stood quietly, and didn't say anything.
"It was a knife."
"Mm hm. A knife. This looks like a defensive wound."
"What--um--what happened?"
"It was--attempted rape."
He snapped to attention. "Where? In Miami?"
"No. Baltimore."
She paused for a moment and then, went on, "I was at home. I was sleeping. He woke me up. He was on top of me. He wore a mask."
"What kind of mask?"
"A ski mask, with holes for his eyes. He said I had better do what he wanted. I thought he would kill me. I knew what he would do, if I did not stop him. And I chose to stop him. I did not want to become his victim." Julie stood up straight, and made a gesture toward her neck. "The knife was here. And I grabbed it, without thinking. I was so afraid. And I started pushing--and fighting--trying to push him away--to get him off of me--to get away from him. I must have squeezed the knife. He was fighting me."
Her eyes took on a faraway look, and Horatio waited for her to go on.
"My dog, my little Isis--she bit him. In the leg. I can remember she was growling. I could hear her."
Horatio turned his head down to hers, listening intently.
Julie continued, "He yelled, and turned his head. He kicked my wee dog, and I hated him for that. He kicked her, and she cried out."
"And when he turned his head back toward me, I remember I hit him as hard as I could."
"She bit him during the attack?" Horatio's hands were on her shoulders.
"I believe so."
"What did you hit him with?"
"My hand. My fist." Julie held up her hand for him to see. "I hit him in the nose."
"Didn't you have your doors and windows locked?" He spoke to her in a scolding manner.
"Apparently not. He got in through the bedroom window. The screen was cut. The window was up, because the night was hot and humid. The screen was locked."
"So, the window was a sliding window?"
"It was, Horatio. It was stupid of me, I know that."
"Hm."
"Do you remember the cop--the detective I have told you about?"
"Yes."
"It was his house."
"I thought you told me he was from New York City."
"He was from New York City, then he was a detective in Baltimore before he moved back to New York City. He married her in Baltimore, but before that, I stayed with him. It was his house. He works in New York City now."
"Where was he, when you were attacked?"
"He was working that night. It was third shift."
"Did you report it to the police?"
"Of course I did."
"And so the police came, and he did, too. There was so much blood, from HIS nose bleeding, and from my hand." She looked down at her palm, and touched it with the fingers of her right hand. "I could see the inside of my hand. It was deep."
"Who was this detective?" Horatio had worked with the New York Police Department, and he thought he might know someone by name.
Julie took hold of Horatio's hand again. "His name was John--John Munch."
Horatio curled his eyebrow, trying to remember something. "Was he in homicide?"
"He was. He showed me a lot of concern, for someone who chose to go with a fat, red bone bimbo over me. He broke my heart."
Just like you broke mine, Horatio wanted to say, but he didn't.
"I am holding your hand again," Julie observed.
They both looked down at their two hands joined, but neither wanted to let go. Instead, she started talking again. They were still standing next to Horatio's car.
"So they came, the police did, and the ambulance as well, and my hand was bandaged, and the son of a bitch suspect was crying because of the bite on his leg, and his nose was bleeding, where I hit him."
"Sounds like he got the worst of it."
Horatio looked out toward the breakers, and then down at her. "When did this attempted rape occur?"
"In September. About six years ago."
"About 1996? 1997?"
"1997. When I identified him in the lineup, his eyes were black. I was told that I had NOT broken his nose, and I did feel rather bad about that. I know I should have hit him harder."
"I thought you said he was masked."
"I do not remember jerking his mask off before I punched him. I was not thinking too clearly, but I must have known I would have a clear shot at his face if he did not have his mask on. Isis gave me that opportunity."
A dark look passed over her features. "I wanted him dead, for what he did to my dog."
"Was she okay? Your dog."
"She was. She had a cut over her right eye, from his shoe. She was my best friend."
"Did they draw up a sexual assault kit?"
"I did not want a rape kit done. But they insisted. They did not believe me."
"It's standard procedure. And it's for your own protection."
Horatio's arms had encircled her again, and he was clasping her to him, almost protectively.
She was not unaware of his reaction to her, as she felt his body against her abdomen.
"But he had no time to--uh--you know. Thanks to Isis, he could not--unzip his pants, and he had no time to--to''
"To achieve an erection? Penetrate?"
Horatio's face bowed to the side.
Julie's face cast downward, even as the warmth crept up her head. "I know you do not believe me, either." She let go of him, and pulled away from him.
"That all sounds pretty incredible." He was a little dubious. "Are you sure it happened that way?"
"I suppose it does. And I am sure. It was ATTEMPTED rape."
Julie turned away, and looked out to sea again.
"Will you drive me back to the library?"
"Sure. Get in." He held the door open for her, and after she was in, he shut the door and moved around the front to the driver's side. He got back into his car, and he turned on the ignition.
As he neared the library, he spoke. "Where's your truck?
"It is parked at the All-Star Hotel. If you let me off here, I can walk."
"Why don't I just drive you back to your hotel?" In truth, he didn't want her walking alone for what he considered to be such a long distance from the library to the hotel. It was his protective instinct kicking in again.
She agreed with a nod of her head.
They rode in silence until he reached the hotel.
"Right here is fine."
He pulled into the parking lot and into a space that she indicated. He was just about to turn the key off, when she spoke matter-of factly.
"There is no need for you to get out, for you will not be coming to my room this night." She opened the door, got out, and walked around the front of the car to the driver's side to talk to him.
He watched her, letting her make the next move.
"Goodnight, Horatio Caine."
"Goodnight, Julie."
She shyly kissed his cheek, and he responded by moving his head a little to the side and up, to deliver his own idea of what a kiss should be.
She pulled back suddenly, as she saw his arm raise toward her. "I would like more of this, but not now."
She had a sad look in her eyes, and he looked at her closely, wondering what was wrong.
"Julie?" His eyes were questioning.
"Someday, Horatio Caine, I am going to make love to you--again."
Her words were delivered with such passion, and yet so softly, that he wasn't sure he had heard them correctly. His eyes widened.
"Do not forget me." And with that, she and her purse and tote bag turned and walked around the side of the building and disappeared, leaving him sitting in his car.
He drove home.

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During the following week, Horatio did some research. He made a few phone calls, and found the record of that attempted rape in the Baltimore police files. He had the files transferred to himself. He read and studied it for two days. Incredible as Julie's story had sounded, it was true, according to the police report.
Something in that police report caught his attention. There was one reference made to an infant sleeping in the house at the time of the attack. No age was given. He pondered. Who was that infant? Surely not his? The child may have been Julie's and John's? He had supposed Julie had not become pregnant back in 1995, as she had not mentioned anything about it to him. So who was this infant in the police report?
He did the math. If Julie had conceived during the time she was with him, the child would most likely have been born around November or December of 1995. She had told him she was living in Baltimore with John in September of 1997, when the attempted rape occurred. If she had given birth in late 1995, that 'infant' would have been about 21 months old--a toddler. But the report had said 'infant', so the child could have been anywhere from newborn to 21 months old, depending on what the police considered to be an infant. There would have been plenty of time for her to have a relationship with someone else after leaving Florida, and to produce a child that was not his.
Now, his next question was, how could he pursue it further without her thinking he had been snooping? He already felt guilty about sending for the Baltimore police report behind her back. But now, he was very curious about what John and Julie were doing with an infant in their house, and he intended to get to the bottom of it--one way or another.
For the next few weeks, Horatio thought of his new-found affection for Dale. They had such a rapport together, how could he choose? He felt guilty. He certainly couldn't have two lovers, he told himself. He wanted Dale. He wanted Julie too, but he couldn't have both. Neither one knew about the other. What would they think of each other? What would they think of him? He agonized over this for weeks, and made himself very miserable because of it.
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