Chaptered Fic: No Other One, Chapter 7
Title: No Other One, Chapter 7
Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Yelina Salas, Horatio Caine, the whole Caine family
Author's Note: WARNING: SPOILER FOR SEASON 6.
Summary: Almost two decades ago, Horatio made a decision that would change his family forever. Will they ever be able to get past it? And will he ever tell Yelina how he feels? This is an alternative to the season 6 premiere, "Dangerous Son." HY romance in the future.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and Chapter 6.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, so suing would be mean.
No Other One
Chapter Seven: Help
By Duckie Nicks
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” - Alexander Graham Bell
He wasn’t going to be able to walk away.
It was a fact buried deep in his marrow, an instant if imperfect sense of paternity.
Horatio would have to tell the boy the truth. Which wasn’t fair to anyone involved, the redhead understood, but looking at Kyle through the interrogation room’s window… he couldn’t walk away.
And feeling as though he were mentally running around in circles, he thought once more: how was he going to tell him the truth?
He really had no clue. So he asked himself, what would he do in any other situation? Horatio thought that he would try and read the person as best as he could. Get a feel for who they were - what they liked or feared - and go from there.
But that wasn’t going to work here, because every assumption or guess he’d made up to this point was probably wrong. The truth was Horatio knew nothing about his son, and they were most likely passed the point where he could have learned something. Kyle certainly wasn’t going open up to him now.
Pushing aside the welling guilt once more, Horatio mused that it would be nice to have a starting point with the kid. And maybe, he thought, if he pulled all the files he could find on Kyle, there’d be an answer there. It would take time, but it would be something.
But just as he set off for his office, Horatio finally realized: there was someone who already knew the boy’s file. At least, he was sure she knew because he had essentially paid her to learn everything he wanted to now know. The redhead quickly turned around and headed towards the parking lot once more.
And yet once safely in his car, he realized: Yelina was not going to be in the mood to help him. In the very least, Horatio would have to apologize; he wasn’t getting around that, and even then… he was sure to encounter a smug look of satisfaction on his sister-in-law’s face.
Still there was no other way, and so he put the car in drive.
It wasn’t that Yelina was cruel, he knew. She was not, but after everything he had said and done today… she had a right to be angry, a right to make this as difficult as she could. And considering what he would be doing to her in the end, Horatio couldn’t help but feel he probably deserved each glare and every harsh word he would surely receive.
But knowing that he had earned such a reaction didn’t make it any more desirable, and the redhead understood what he had to do then: she might be cold to him, but even Yelina was not immune to weakness. And lucky for him, Horatio knew exactly what his sister-in-law’s weaknesses were.
Feeling more confident now, he deftly turned right at the next intersection; he was getting reinforcements.
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If his head had hurt before, now he felt as though his brain was pounding furiously against his skull. Sitting in the same room as before, Kyle didn’t have a mirror, but he could tell - just by the feeling - that his face was scratched and bleeding.
And he had to whiz something awful, so all in all… not a good day.
There was blood smattering the blond hair he could see dangling in front of his face. More of the same stuck heavily to his dirty hands.
It really sucked. Totally, completely sucked.
He was not a crier, and Kyle certainly wasn’t going to become one now. But these last few weeks made the rest of his life seem like a walk in the park. And today took the cake in shitty days.
At this point, he thought maybe he should just confess. Scratching absent-mindedly at the metal table in front of him, his nail slowly picked away at his dried blood on the surface. Perhaps he should confess just to get it over with, but… that wouldn’t make things easier.
He could claim police brutality, given his appearance. That cop was an asshole, but Kyle knew that he was the one with the disadvantage. Because who would believe him? Especially after that jackass waiter had tackled him to the ground?
No one was going to take his word, and Kyle couldn’t help but berate himself - if only he’d actually gotten a good shot at Lieutenant Douche. It wouldn’t make his legal situation any better, sure. But hitting that guy would at least feel good. And he wouldn’t have to think about the fact that some old man had pretty much kicked his ass.
His thoughts were cut short, though, when the door opened once more. Kyle jerked in reaction, but much to his relief, this was a different man. Thank God. Instead of annoyingly red hair, this person had dark brown hair and a suit and tie - which made the teen think that this man was a lawyer.
“I’m Rick Stetler,” the man said, sitting down and pulling a tape recorder out of his dark jacket pocket. “I work in Internal Affairs, and I need to talk to you.”
And Kyle knew, without understanding much about bureaucracy, that he’d just found a way out.
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Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Yelina Salas, Horatio Caine, the whole Caine family
Author's Note: WARNING: SPOILER FOR SEASON 6.
Summary: Almost two decades ago, Horatio made a decision that would change his family forever. Will they ever be able to get past it? And will he ever tell Yelina how he feels? This is an alternative to the season 6 premiere, "Dangerous Son." HY romance in the future.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and Chapter 6.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, so suing would be mean.
No Other One
Chapter Seven: Help
By Duckie Nicks
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” - Alexander Graham Bell
He wasn’t going to be able to walk away.
It was a fact buried deep in his marrow, an instant if imperfect sense of paternity.
Horatio would have to tell the boy the truth. Which wasn’t fair to anyone involved, the redhead understood, but looking at Kyle through the interrogation room’s window… he couldn’t walk away.
And feeling as though he were mentally running around in circles, he thought once more: how was he going to tell him the truth?
He really had no clue. So he asked himself, what would he do in any other situation? Horatio thought that he would try and read the person as best as he could. Get a feel for who they were - what they liked or feared - and go from there.
But that wasn’t going to work here, because every assumption or guess he’d made up to this point was probably wrong. The truth was Horatio knew nothing about his son, and they were most likely passed the point where he could have learned something. Kyle certainly wasn’t going open up to him now.
Pushing aside the welling guilt once more, Horatio mused that it would be nice to have a starting point with the kid. And maybe, he thought, if he pulled all the files he could find on Kyle, there’d be an answer there. It would take time, but it would be something.
But just as he set off for his office, Horatio finally realized: there was someone who already knew the boy’s file. At least, he was sure she knew because he had essentially paid her to learn everything he wanted to now know. The redhead quickly turned around and headed towards the parking lot once more.
And yet once safely in his car, he realized: Yelina was not going to be in the mood to help him. In the very least, Horatio would have to apologize; he wasn’t getting around that, and even then… he was sure to encounter a smug look of satisfaction on his sister-in-law’s face.
Still there was no other way, and so he put the car in drive.
It wasn’t that Yelina was cruel, he knew. She was not, but after everything he had said and done today… she had a right to be angry, a right to make this as difficult as she could. And considering what he would be doing to her in the end, Horatio couldn’t help but feel he probably deserved each glare and every harsh word he would surely receive.
But knowing that he had earned such a reaction didn’t make it any more desirable, and the redhead understood what he had to do then: she might be cold to him, but even Yelina was not immune to weakness. And lucky for him, Horatio knew exactly what his sister-in-law’s weaknesses were.
Feeling more confident now, he deftly turned right at the next intersection; he was getting reinforcements.
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If his head had hurt before, now he felt as though his brain was pounding furiously against his skull. Sitting in the same room as before, Kyle didn’t have a mirror, but he could tell - just by the feeling - that his face was scratched and bleeding.
And he had to whiz something awful, so all in all… not a good day.
There was blood smattering the blond hair he could see dangling in front of his face. More of the same stuck heavily to his dirty hands.
It really sucked. Totally, completely sucked.
He was not a crier, and Kyle certainly wasn’t going to become one now. But these last few weeks made the rest of his life seem like a walk in the park. And today took the cake in shitty days.
At this point, he thought maybe he should just confess. Scratching absent-mindedly at the metal table in front of him, his nail slowly picked away at his dried blood on the surface. Perhaps he should confess just to get it over with, but… that wouldn’t make things easier.
He could claim police brutality, given his appearance. That cop was an asshole, but Kyle knew that he was the one with the disadvantage. Because who would believe him? Especially after that jackass waiter had tackled him to the ground?
No one was going to take his word, and Kyle couldn’t help but berate himself - if only he’d actually gotten a good shot at Lieutenant Douche. It wouldn’t make his legal situation any better, sure. But hitting that guy would at least feel good. And he wouldn’t have to think about the fact that some old man had pretty much kicked his ass.
His thoughts were cut short, though, when the door opened once more. Kyle jerked in reaction, but much to his relief, this was a different man. Thank God. Instead of annoyingly red hair, this person had dark brown hair and a suit and tie - which made the teen think that this man was a lawyer.
“I’m Rick Stetler,” the man said, sitting down and pulling a tape recorder out of his dark jacket pocket. “I work in Internal Affairs, and I need to talk to you.”
And Kyle knew, without understanding much about bureaucracy, that he’d just found a way out.
Go to the next Chapter