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Two Weeks In Miami	By : blackbear355 Category: 1 through F > CSI: Miami Views: 1436 -:- 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 character of MacGyver. The characters of Julie and her family belong to me.

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CHAPTER SIX
March 28. 1995 (TUESDAY)

JULIE'S SIXTH DAY IN MIAMI

BICYCLE HIT AND RUN
Early morning found a lot of snuggling, licking, sucking, and kissing from Horatio's bed, as he tried to get Julie awake enough for some early-morning love-making, but it took a long time for her to respond to him. She liked what he was doing without going any further with it. He tried every way he knew to arouse her, but she wouldn't budge.
He didn't understand it. His tactics had always worked on other women.
"C'mon, babe, wake up," he coaxed.
She simply lay there like a rock, and laughed, at the same time caressing his arm and side with the back of her hand.
"I wannu do more. I wannu go further with this," he grumbled.
"But I enjoy what you are doing now. Why does it need to go farther?" Her amused smile caught his eye.
"You know, babe," he argued. "This is supposed to lead somewhere."
"But, Horatio, it does not have to lead somewhere for it to be fun and exciting." She had been with him for only five days, but she already knew how goal-oriented he was.
"This can be the means, and it is incredibly delicious," she told him.
"And, besides that," she reminded him, "I am still a bit tender from the last time, when I attacked you two days ago."
"Maybe I should just give up on you, huh?" He pretended to be perturbed as he sat up on the edge of the bed.
"You will not, Horatio." Her clear eyes flashed at him. "Not if you think I am really worth it." Her mouth twitched as though she might break into a laugh any second.
He finally had to get up and get ready for work. He apologized for being so strict with her the night before. They kissed, and he left for work. He had no time for his pastry and coffee this morning.
"What we started this morning," he said, as he left the apartment. "To be continued."
She licked her lips with anticipation.
She heard him start his car and drive away.
She called her sister Malann in Connecticut to chat awhile, to check on the status of the horses, and to give Malann the new temporary phone number where she could be reached. Julie told her sister she wasn't staying at a motel, but in a private residence. She had met a man, and she was staying at his place. That is all she told her sister.
Malann was very curious about the man that her sister Julie was staying with. Malann had been told just enough to drive her crazy with curiosity. Julie knew that this would give the family something worthwhile to talk about for a long time. Julie with a man? Was she sleeping with him? Was he Catholic? How old was he? Who would have thought? Shy little Julie? If a man so much as looked at her, she would turn tail and run from him like a scalded cat.
After Julie hung up the phone, she took a walk barefooted down to the beach, and came back to the apartment to fix herself lunch.
Meantime, at the police department, Horatio was working on a difficult case.
A diamond necklace had been stolen from a woman at a party. An explosive had been used to blow up a safe on the second floor while the party had been going on downstairs, and the necklace, along with a few other valuables, had been taken from the safe. The maid working upstairs had been seriously injured in the blast, with lacerations and shrapnel from the explosion. She had been taken to the hospital.
It was not until a few minutes after the safe was blown up, that it was discovered that the diamond necklace was missing. Horatio dove heart and soul into the case to assist the other detectives, in addition to his own work load. In his former life as a police officer, he had incarcerated many a jewel thief in New York, and here in Miami after he became a detective, so his expertise was sought after.
Horatio was in the lab most of the day, trying to piece together the puzzle of the explosive. It was a tedious job. What Horatio discovered was that the safe had been blown with a C4 plastique explosive. The detonator had been destroyed in the blast, along with the door to the safe, and the wall immediately around it.
Further testing would confirm that the material in the C4 was cyclonite, commonly called RDX, which stood for 'royal demolition explosive' or 'research development explosive'. The additive material was proven to be made up of polyisobutylene, the binder, and dioctyl sebacate, the plasticizer. It also contained a small amount of SAE 10 motor oil.
The plastique had been molded into balls and pressed into the tiny crevasses just next to the hinges of the wall safe. The detonators were then inserted into the plasticizer. The wiring had been strung from the detonators to a battery, which was located down an adjacent hallway and around a corner, after which the wire had made contact with the battery for an electrical charge. The wire and the battery had been collected from the crime scene. The operator had used gloves, but had left a fingerprint at the window where he had exited, ran across a sloping roof, and jumped to the ground.
The basic idea of the plastic explosive was to combine explosive chemicals with a plastic binder material, such as a substance like Play Dough. The binder was to coat the explosive material, which made it less sensitive to shock and heat, which in turn made it easier to handle. The binder made the explosive material highly malleable, so it could be molded into different shapes to change the direction of the explosion. It could be made into balls, or blocks, but until the blasting cap, or detonator, was put into it, the C4 would not explode.
Horatio knew that the detonator was just a smaller explosive that was relatively easy to set off. An electrical detonator, for example, used a brief charge to set off a small amount of explosive material. When somebody triggered the detonator, by transmitting the charge through the detonator wire or cord to the blasting cap, the explosion applied a powerful shock that triggered the C4 explosive material. The explosion of C4 actually had two phases. The initial expansion inflicted most of the damage. It also created a very low-pressure area around the explosion's origin. The gases moved outward so rapidly that they sucked most of the gas out from the middle of the explosion. After the outward blast, the gases rushed back in to the vacuum, and created a second, less destructive inward energy wave.

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After lunch, Julie took a bus to Key Biscayne, and to the Miami Seaquarium. She spent a delightful three hours at the Seaquarium, visiting and photographing the dolphins, fish, and marine life. Back on the bus, she headed back toward Horatio's apartment, but decided to disembark and walk the rest of the way. She was walking down a sidewalk at an outdoor shopping mall, and spotted a rude bicyclist coming toward her.
The bicyclist was moving in a straight line, purposely forcing people out of his way. When he reached Julie, she refused to yield, intending to knock him off his bicycle, sidestepping him as he passed. Instead, he swerved and struck her on the right side with his front tire, and knocked her into a fountain pool with a waterfall. At the last moment, she had changed her mind, and started to sidestep, but he compensated for that, by turning his wheel slightly, so she was directly in his path.
She flipped over the railing, and hit the water with a splash, her pack still on her back. Since the water was only about twelve inches deep, she hit her forehead on the bottom of the pool, and the biker rode on. A nice young man fished her out of the pool, and strongly suggested she call the police. She chose not to. She was more concerned about her camera, which was in her pack. She took it out and inspected it. Before she left the seaquarium, she had wrapped it in a plastic bag, so it had no water damage at all. It had no scratches, and seemed to be unbroken.
She was late getting home that evening, but Horatio was even later, not coming home until almost 8:00. In addition to the tough case he was working on, he had a backlog of dreaded paperwork to catch up on, so he stayed at work to do it, because he didn't like to bring his work home with him.
When he left work, he was weary, but the thought of his lady waiting for him at home gave him a lift. He was up for lots of kissing, snuggling, and skin contact.

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Upon his return from work this evening, Horatio found Julie dozing on the couch. First he showered, then ate a small meal, after which he strolled into the living room to wake her gently. "Hey, gorgeous. Wannu go to bed?"
He noticed a bruise on her forehead, above her left eye. It was about the size of a three-inch medallion. "How'd you get that?" he inquired.
"What?" she asked drowsily, stretching, before fixing a big smile on him.
"Would you care to explain that, please?" His pinky pointed at her forehead.
"Oh, this." Her hand went to her bruise.
"I fell--into--a--a pool--one of those fountains with the--uh--money on the bottom."
"You mean, like the one at Plaza Creek? The mall over there?"
"Plaza Creek? Next to that big Safeway store?" She nodded, remembering. "That is the one. With the blue tiles around the trees."
"You slipped and fell into the fountain?" He knelt on one knee next to the sofa and looked at her bruise closely. "Sometimes, there's water standing on the sidewalk. I understand they're having some trouble with their underground pumping system."
Julie didn't say anything, but closed her eyes again.
He rose from his kneeling position. "Come on, sweetheart, get up. It's getting late. Let's go to bed." He took her hand.
She reluctantly stood and made her way down the hall toward the bedroom, with a limp.
He took note of the lameness. "Piper." He asked, rather sternly. "What's wrong with your leg?" His eyes narrowed, and his head tilted.
"Do you have to notice everything about me?" She faced him, annoyed.
"It's what I do." His gaze didn't waver.
She didn't want to answer him, so she walked into the bedroom.
He followed her, wanting an answer. "Piper? The leg."
"Can I tell you tomorrow?"
He shook his head. "You can tell me now."
"I did not slip and fall into the fountain. I was walking, and somebody pushed me into the fountain."
His voice suddenly full of concern, he asked her, "Somebody pushed you? Sweetheart, who pushed you?"
"There was a man on a bicycle. On the sidewalk. He was making everyone get out of his way. He was going to run over them, and he would have, if they were not moving for him. I did not get out of his way."
"So he hit you with his bicycle?" Horatio licked his lips as a look of anger permeated his face.
"He did, Horatio. I wanted to knock him off his bicycle, so I waited for him to come to me."
"You mean, you refused to get out of his way?" Horatio was incredulous.
"Well--I guess I did. That sidewalk is for pedestrians, not bikers, you see." Her chin was raised with a definite obstinacy.
"Well--um--did the idea of giving ground ever occur to you? You might just wannu do that next time," he stated brusquely, his eyes narrowing.
"He can have all the ground he wants now." She limped toward the bed, and he followed.
She leaned over the bed to pull down the blankets. "There will not be a next time. When I see a biker again, and coming toward me, I intend to give him forty acres."
"Yes, you'd better do that." He moved closer to her. "Did you get a good look at him?"
"I did."
"Did you file a police report?" He wasn't letting up on this.
"No. Let it go, Horatio."
"He shouldn't be allowed to get by with this--sweetheart."
"Arrrggghhh!" She was tired, and his constant questioning was starting to make her snappish. She crawled under the covers, and tried to relax.

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He went to bed, but sleep wouldn't come for either one of them. He kept bumping against her, rubbing his erection against her, either by mistake or intentionally, she wasn't sure.
"Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Not me."
She twitched, folded her pillow, turned over and back. Finally she sat up.
"Oh, Horatio. I just cannot sleep. I am tired, but my eyes will not stay closed."
"Yeah. Me too."
"And your little guy will not leave me alone." Her eyes swept over his assets, and she smiled. "He keeps knocking on me."
He smirked largely. "Well, maybe he just wants and needs some attention."
"He is announcing that he wants to come in."
"Mm hm!" said Horatio, with enthusiasm.
"My leg hurts--just a bit."
"Oh," he said, noncommittally. "Maybe you should see a doctor."
Turning on the lamp on the night stand, she pulled a condom out from under his pillow, and presented it to him with a flourish, and he insisted she put it on him, for he liked the way she did it. He tried to convince her that she was not being overly rough with him.
She told him that himself should do all the work this time. This, of course, was easy for him to do if he were to lay on his side, his stomach to her back, enabling him to stroke in and out.
He tried to be very careful, for he did not want to further injure her leg.
Try as she might, she could not keep still for long.
He brought her to completion with the aid of his fingers inside her, alongside his swollen member.
He completed just a moment later than she.
Afterwards, they lay quietly together, savoring the moment.
"Babe, I need to take this off. It's getting just a little bit uncomfortable." He peeled off the wet condom and deposited it in the trash can near his bed.
"It peels off, the like of an onion," she commented lazily.
"More like a sausage casing," he returned.
She eyed his shrinking appendage with appreciation. "It is gooey, and sticky, and messy, and wonderful." Her fingers circled it, and she rubbed it with the palm of her hand. "Your skin is loose. It rolls easily. It has a nice point to it. And it feels so good when it is inside me. That sensation is lost with a condom."
"But the condom helps prolong it. Deadens the sensation, so I won't come too soon. So we both enjoy it longer. And helps prevent a pregnancy."
She lay back, closing her eyes.
But he was in no way ready to sleep yet, and he wanted to talk. "So, I take it, you like my joy stick, huh."
"It brings me joy, aye."
"Some women don't care for the extras."
"That is their problem," she said irritably. "What is not to like about it?"
She wiped her hand over her eyes and pulled the blanket up over her chest. "Your joy stick is more the like of a totem pole, when it stands at attention, and starched with pride."
"Cause you give it attention, and play with it. It knows when there's a beautiful lady around. Although I must admit, I've never had a girl talk to it before."
"It feels like a beautiful wet Roman candle inside me, before it shoots off." Her eyes were closed.
She took a ragged breath. "Some women have no appreciation for the finer things in life, like a nice-looking, straight, abundant stalk of healthy male flesh."
"Well, it's not what they're used to seeing. Some of them are turned off by an elephant's trunk."
Elephant's trunk? she thought. What a funny name to call it.
Julie wished that he would be quiet, so she could get some rest. "But why do they not like it?" she wondered. She knew that the problem was intensified, because she indulged him. She was talking to him, and that encouraged him to keep up his conversation.
"For the same reasons that you DO." He rolled out of bed and took himself to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and sat down next to Julie. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but he pulled the blankets down and gently began to wipe her off.
"You do not have to do that."
"I like doing it." He finished with her, and began to wipe himself off.
"So--you don't think I have good taste in female companionship?" He finished and lay the washcloth on the night stand next to the bed.
Julie would have given anything for him to leave her alone, and go to sleep. But he still wanted to talk.
"Oh, laddie, of course you do. You found ME, didn't you?"
She retrieved the blankets, and pulled them back up around her. "I like--I need--a man with good taste. But I also need a man who tastes good. And you are both to me." She looked down shyly, as though she had said too much.
"Is that right."
"Well--aye--uh--"
"So, what do you think, babe? Should I get it clipped?" He moved around to his own side of the bed.
"You--you mean--cut? Cut your skin?" She looked at him in horror, as his meaning dawned on her.
"Mm hm."
She was now fully awake, and no longer tired. "No! No! Don't do it!" She was aghast, and looked a little frightened. "Don't do a thing like that!" She shot up in bed to a sitting position.
"It will hurt you!" She swallowed hard, and made a strangling noise.
Her outburst shocked him. "Whatsa matter? Piper."
"You can't! You can't!" Her breath came in gasps, and she pounded the bed on either side of her, with her fists. Then her voice changed, and she said lowly, "I think I am going to be sick! I have to leave. I have to get some air." She had turned pale, and the bruise on her forehead stood out.
"Piper. Hey! What's going on?"
Gasping, she left the bed and limped down the hall to the foyer. She opened the front door and took a deep breath until the nausea passed.
He followed her. "You okay? Piper, shut the door. Hey."
He pried her hand off the door handle and closed it. They were both naked.
"Horatio! How can you think of such a thing!"
"Sweetheart, I was kidding. It was a joke!"
"Circumcision is horrible!"
"I didn't mean it, honey."
"Do not even joke about it! If you have this done to yourself, you will regret it later!"
"Okay! But, honey, why--why this adverse reaction--?" He could see how upset she was, and didn't understand it.
"Horatio, you are so beautiful. All of you. I cannot bear the thought of you being cut--or mutilated--it would be like destroying a work of art, that God has created--removing--a part of your body that can never grow back--"
She was almost in tears; he could see the sadness in her eyes.
"Tell me why--what's wrong?"
"No. I do not want to talk about it." She moved away from him.
"Sweetheart--I have no intention of getting circumcised, now or ever. And after what you've just said--told me how you feel about it--"
"Come on, sweetheart. Please, come back to bed."
"I should leave tomorrow."
His brow furrowed with trepidation. "I thought you liked my company."
"I do, laddie. I seem to be getting much too fond of you."
"And this is a bad thing? How?"
He was finally able to coax her back to bed, and he embraced her, with her back toward him. His last thought was of her unexpected reaction in response to what he had meant to be a joke.
She lay awake for a long time after he was asleep, hoping he hadn't noticed her silent tears.
END OF CHAPTER SIX
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