It's Time (Prompt 1, Horatio Caine)
Title: It's Time
Author: Sara (callmedirk)
Rating: G
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time/Horatio Caine
Words: 648
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None. Stetler alert, perhaps?
Author's Notes: Way AU. Marisol is still alive, if that helps any. Heh. And I have no clue if the MDPD has a lab director or not, so I made it up. Because I can. Hee. This is a bit of a goofy fic. Bear with me. *g*
"Aren't you ready yet?" he called out.
"Almost, almost," his wife yelled back. "I thought you didn't want to go to this thing tonight!"
"I don't want to go," he replied. "But I don't have much of a choice, so would you please hurry up?"
Marisol Caine appeared at the door of their bathroom and Horatio Caine's eyes widened appreciatively. She smiled, her hands smoothing the slim column of burgundy silk.
"Can you put my necklace on for me?" she winked at him. He nodded. She handed him the strand of pearls he'd given her for her birthday and he clasped them around her neck, kissing softly behind her ear. She turned to smile at him and reached up to fix his bow tie.
"You look beautiful," Horatio smiled. "I'm a lucky man,"
"You don't look bad yourself there, handsome," Marisol said, her hand smoothing the front of his shirt. "Now let's go, huh? We don't want to be late,"
"No, no, we can't be late for Rick Stetler's promotion dinner," Horatio's lips were in a straight line. Marisol laughed lightly and took his elbow. Obediently, he followed her and climbed into the waiting car in the driveway.
When Horatio and Marisol reached the banquet hall, they found Ryan, Calleigh, Eric, and Alexx at their table, looking vaguely annoyed as they chatted.
"H, really? Is it necessary that we're here? Because--" Ryan started.
"Unfortunately, it is, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio said with a sigh. "We have to look like we're happy that this is happening,"
"In other words, look like we like him, right?" Calleigh grinned.
"Exactly," Horatio nodded. Marisol laughed. Alexx leaned over to the younger woman and whispered into her ear.
"He still has no clue, right?" Marisol nodded, glancing over at her husband, whose hand was on Eric's shoulder as he talked to his brother-in-law and Ryan.
"He knows nothing," Marisol grinned. "But I think this is--well, going to knock his socks off."
"As it should be," Alexx said. "Do you think he'll accept?"
Marisol shrugged slightly. "I don't know. I think he will, but you know Horatio--he'll be surprised at first, but he'll do it. For the team."
"He loves them so much," Alexx replied, watching Horatio lean over to kiss Calleigh's cheek. Ryan looked over to Alexx and winked slightly.
"Yes he does," Marisol agreed. Alexx squeezed the younger woman's hand. "He loves all of you very much."
The dinner began to be served then, and once it was completed, the master of ceremonies brought Rick Stetler up to accept his promotion within the IAB. Horatio and his team tried not to roll their eyes as Rick sucked up to everyone by thanking them for their support and their nominations.
"He's kidding, right?" Calleigh mouthed. Horatio smirked slightly. Marisol swatted his leg, her brown eyes wide. He merely smiled.
As Rick finally ended his love fest behind the podium, the director of the MDPD Lab came up.
"As you all know, I submitted my resignation letter last week, and said it would be effective next month. However, due to a family emergency, I regret to inform you all that it must be effective immediately."
Horatio tilted his head and shook it slightly.
Great, I have to deal with a newly promoted Stetler AND no director? Nice.
"However," the director said. "I've made my choice as to whom my successor should be,"
Marisol shared a quick glance with Alexx.
"Horatio Caine," the director announced.
The entire room turned to look at the red-haired man, whose face was set in surprise. Marisol took his hand, squeezing it. Alexx, Calleigh, Ryan, and Eric were grinning. His eyes were shocked.
"Do it, Horatio," Marisol spoke softly. "It's time you led your team to the top,"
His head lifted and he offered a smile up at the director, nodding slightly.
"It's time," he whispered to himself.
Author: Sara (callmedirk)
Rating: G
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time/Horatio Caine
Words: 648
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None. Stetler alert, perhaps?
Author's Notes: Way AU. Marisol is still alive, if that helps any. Heh. And I have no clue if the MDPD has a lab director or not, so I made it up. Because I can. Hee. This is a bit of a goofy fic. Bear with me. *g*
"Aren't you ready yet?" he called out.
"Almost, almost," his wife yelled back. "I thought you didn't want to go to this thing tonight!"
"I don't want to go," he replied. "But I don't have much of a choice, so would you please hurry up?"
Marisol Caine appeared at the door of their bathroom and Horatio Caine's eyes widened appreciatively. She smiled, her hands smoothing the slim column of burgundy silk.
"Can you put my necklace on for me?" she winked at him. He nodded. She handed him the strand of pearls he'd given her for her birthday and he clasped them around her neck, kissing softly behind her ear. She turned to smile at him and reached up to fix his bow tie.
"You look beautiful," Horatio smiled. "I'm a lucky man,"
"You don't look bad yourself there, handsome," Marisol said, her hand smoothing the front of his shirt. "Now let's go, huh? We don't want to be late,"
"No, no, we can't be late for Rick Stetler's promotion dinner," Horatio's lips were in a straight line. Marisol laughed lightly and took his elbow. Obediently, he followed her and climbed into the waiting car in the driveway.
When Horatio and Marisol reached the banquet hall, they found Ryan, Calleigh, Eric, and Alexx at their table, looking vaguely annoyed as they chatted.
"H, really? Is it necessary that we're here? Because--" Ryan started.
"Unfortunately, it is, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio said with a sigh. "We have to look like we're happy that this is happening,"
"In other words, look like we like him, right?" Calleigh grinned.
"Exactly," Horatio nodded. Marisol laughed. Alexx leaned over to the younger woman and whispered into her ear.
"He still has no clue, right?" Marisol nodded, glancing over at her husband, whose hand was on Eric's shoulder as he talked to his brother-in-law and Ryan.
"He knows nothing," Marisol grinned. "But I think this is--well, going to knock his socks off."
"As it should be," Alexx said. "Do you think he'll accept?"
Marisol shrugged slightly. "I don't know. I think he will, but you know Horatio--he'll be surprised at first, but he'll do it. For the team."
"He loves them so much," Alexx replied, watching Horatio lean over to kiss Calleigh's cheek. Ryan looked over to Alexx and winked slightly.
"Yes he does," Marisol agreed. Alexx squeezed the younger woman's hand. "He loves all of you very much."
The dinner began to be served then, and once it was completed, the master of ceremonies brought Rick Stetler up to accept his promotion within the IAB. Horatio and his team tried not to roll their eyes as Rick sucked up to everyone by thanking them for their support and their nominations.
"He's kidding, right?" Calleigh mouthed. Horatio smirked slightly. Marisol swatted his leg, her brown eyes wide. He merely smiled.
As Rick finally ended his love fest behind the podium, the director of the MDPD Lab came up.
"As you all know, I submitted my resignation letter last week, and said it would be effective next month. However, due to a family emergency, I regret to inform you all that it must be effective immediately."
Horatio tilted his head and shook it slightly.
Great, I have to deal with a newly promoted Stetler AND no director? Nice.
"However," the director said. "I've made my choice as to whom my successor should be,"
Marisol shared a quick glance with Alexx.
"Horatio Caine," the director announced.
The entire room turned to look at the red-haired man, whose face was set in surprise. Marisol took his hand, squeezing it. Alexx, Calleigh, Ryan, and Eric were grinning. His eyes were shocked.
"Do it, Horatio," Marisol spoke softly. "It's time you led your team to the top,"
His head lifted and he offered a smile up at the director, nodding slightly.
"It's time," he whispered to himself.