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Category: CSI: Miami - Slashed > Eric/Horatio
Characters: Eric Delko, Horatio Caine
Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Vignette
Warnings: None

Summary: Aftermath of Lost Son. Everyone deals in their own way. And the world just falls apart. (implied Horatio/Eric)





Notes: Originally written in 2005; never posted anywhere but livejournal.


The lab seemed oddly subdued. The people were quieter, the mechanic beeps and dings sounded less loud and annoying, the whole pace of the lab seemed to have changed to a lower gear, as if everyone was still in a daze.

I guess they are, Eric thought. After all, that's what I'm feeling.

The silhouette of a man's shadow fell onto the table in the break room, and Eric raised his head. Horatio was standing in the doorway, the lights of the hallway behind him, creating a reddish halo. Eric felt the urge to laugh, but he knew if he started laughing now, he'd end up crying and sobbing.

"We're getting ready," Horatio said, voice oddly quiet. "I though we might all ride together."

"Yeah," Eric said. "That's probably a good idea."

They were silent for a moment, then Horatio sighed. "Are you okay?"

Eric snorted. "I'm--" He broke off. He'd meant to say I'm fine, but of course he wasn't. "I don't know."

Horatio nodded, and smiled a little sadly. "At least we found the boy."

"Right."

Another moment of silence had them staring at each other across the room. Horatio had his hand on his hip, the black fabric of his suit held back by his wrist. The stance was so familiar and comforting that Eric wanted nothing more than to bury his head in Horatio's shoulder, wrap his arms around him and hold on. Just breathe in the scent of Horatio's sandalwood soap and maybe catch a whiff of that coconut-honey shampoo Calleigh got him as a joke.

And now everything was different. Eric couldn't move, he didn't know if he could take the few steps towards Horatio to do what he so longed for, didn't know if Horatio could comfort him because his own pain must be tremendous.

"Eric?"

He shifted his gaze from Horatio's hand to his face. Concern and grief seemed to be fighting a battle, and the nine feet of space between him and Horatio seemed like an abyss.

"I'll be there in a minute," he finally said, and Horatio nodded.

"I still have to clear out Speed's locker," Horatio said, running a hand over his face.

"Do you need any help?"

"It's okay, I got it." Horatio let out a deep breath. "See you in ten minutes in the parking lot."

Eric nodded, watching Horatio walk down the corridor, away from him. The abyss grew and grew until he couldn't see the other side any more.


End