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If They Only Knew 31/?  
20th-Jan-2012 08:56 pm
Title: If They Only Knew 31/?
Author: Wolfsong98
Rating: FRT
Warning: N/A
Summary: How hard is it to walk in someone else's shoes? Two men in Miami are about to find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, nor am I making any money from this. I'm simply borrowing the characters and I promise to return them when I am done.
Author’s Note: I’d like to give special thanks to Refreshingbeverage/Occipitallobe for being my beta for this story. All other mistakes are mine.

Part One Part Eleven Part Twenty-One
Part Two Part Twelve Part Twenty-Two
Part Three Part Thirteen Part Twenty-Three
Part Four Part Fourteen Part Twenty-Four
Part Five Part Fifteen Part Twenty-Five
Part Six Part Sixteen Part Twenty-Six
Part Seven Part Seventeen Part Twenty-Seven
Part Eight Part Eighteen Part Twenty-Eight
Part Nine Part Nineteen Part Twenty-Nine
Part Ten Part Twenty Part Thirty

As Rick led the way over to the counter, Horatio found himself closing the distance between them. “Just remember to breathe,” Rick whispered as they approached the counter and Rick rang the bell.

“I can do that.”

“Good, because we wouldn’t want you to pass out, now would we?”

Before Horatio had a chance to reply, they were greeted by a blonde man in his early thirties. Horatio couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on his right arm. It was a dragon that ran the entire length of his arm from his fingertips up to his shoulder. He also had a small tattoo on his left arm of a lion in the middle of a pounce claws extended.

“Welcome to the Tattoo Emporium. My name is Paul. What can I do for you gentlemen?”

“I’d like to get a tattoo. Before you ask, I haven’t gotten a tattoo before, but my cousin has and I was with him through the entire process.”

“Okay,” Paul said, giving Rick a nod of his head. “I’m sure you realize that tattoos are permanent so if you have any second thoughts…”

“I don’t. I’m positive that I want to do this.”

“Okay, I’ll need your ID so that I can make a copy of it for our records. What about your friend, does he want a tattoo as well?”

“No,” Horatio answered quickly, as he took a step backwards. “No, I’m good.

“He’s just here to keep me company.” Rick replied with a chuckle as he handed over Horatio's driver’s license.

“Do you have any idea what design you want? If not I have some books that you can look through…”

“I actually know what I want.” Rick said, reaching into Horatio's jacket pocket and pulling out the other man’s phone. He flipped it open and brought up the image that Horatio had showed him earlier before handing the phone over to the tattoo artist.

“Okay, where do you want the tattoo?”

“I want it on my left hip.”

“Okay, then we need to go into one of the back rooms. How are you going to pay? Cash, credit, or debit?”

“How much is it going to cost?”

“I usually charge seventy-five dollars for a small tattoo up to two hundred for a large one. I say this design and the location will be roughly a hundred dollars.”

Rick nodded his head as he opened the wallet once more. “I have enough to pay cash,” he said as he pulled five twenties out of his wallet and handed them over to the tattoo artist.

“Okay, I’ll go make a copy of the license for our records and print out a receipt as well as get a consent form for you to sign. Do you mind if I take the phone with me so I can get a better version of this picture for the tattoo?”

“Go ahead. Do you need any help in finding the address bar?”

“I’m good. It’s not the first time that I’ve had a customer show me a design from their phone.


Before he left, Paul spread out a paper sheet over the chair. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back shortly.” With that, he left the room and Rick got up into the chair.

“How are you holding up?”


“No secrets, remember?”

“Not great, but I don’t feel like running out of here yet.”

Rick placed his hand on Horatio's arm. “It’s going to be fine.”

Before Horatio could respond, there was a knock on the door and Paul entered. “Here’s your receipt and the consent form. I’m working on making the transfer now.” Rick took the form from Paul and signed it before giving it back to him.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes once the transfer is finished.”

Horatio waited until Paul had left. “That was smart of you, paying with cash so there is no paper trail. One thing, though. I noticed that you spelled out my name. Except for work, I only sign my initials.”

“Don’t you realize that makes it easier for -”

“Rick, stop it. You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough.”

“So, in the long run it will balance out…”

Rick smirked, but before he could reply, Paul knocked on the door once more. “You ready?” He asked, entering pushing a rolling table with his supplies.

“Just breathe, Rick,” Rick said quietly to Horatio. “Yes, I’m ready. He just doesn’t like needles.”

“Does he want to wait outside?”

“No,” Horatio said. “I can do this.”

Paul looked over at Horatio. “Are you confronting a fear of needles?”

“We’re trying.”

Horatio just shook his head, looking everywhere but at the needles. “He thought it was a good idea, especially since he had been planning on getting a tattoo anyway. I didn’t agree, but decided it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Paul gave Horatio a reassuring smile. “You wouldn’t be the first. Do you want a stool to sit on?”

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all, I’ll be right back with one for you.”

“See?” Rick whispered once Paul was gone.

True to his word, Paul returned a short time later with a stool for Horatio. Then, he gave Rick a disposable paper sheet. Rick waited until he had turned around before sliding down his slacks and boxers and then covered himself up with the thin sheet of paper while Paul took out the sterilized needle and fit it into the machine and filled a small cup with black ink.

Horatio reached out and took a hold of Rick’s hand as Paul began to rub the area with alcohol. “Scars are usually tricky areas to tattoo but your pale skin might balance it out. If you happen to need more color when this is over with, come back in a few weeks and I’ll touch it up free of charge.”

“Thank you.”

“I like my clients to be one hundred percent satisfied,” Paul replied as he placed the transfer against Rick’s hip. After a few minutes, he carefully pulled back the paper revealing the bluish outline of a leaping wolf.

“This is going to look great on your skin. I can’t guarantee that it will hide the scar though.”

“I understand.”

“Do you like the placement and the size of the design?”

Rick smiled. “I like it. What about you Rick?”

Horatio returned the smile. “I like it. He’s right. It’s going to look great.”

“Okay, Paul. You’re good to go.”

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Rick assured him.

“Then I’m going to start outlining the design.” Paul explained as he turned on the needle, causing Horatio to jump.

“It’s going to be fine, Rick,” Rick tried to assure him, before wincing when the needle first made contact.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“The first contact with the needle is always the worst.”

“He’s right. Honestly, it’s not that bad now.”

“If you say so,” Horatio said, trying to focus on Rick’s face and avoid looking at the needle.

“How are you making it?” Rick asked as he gave Horatio's hand a gentle squeeze that Paul noticed out of the corner of his eye.

“I feel like a wimp,” he whispered.

“Rick, listen to me. You are not a wimp. Not at all. In fact, I think you’re brave to be doing this.”

“But, you’re the one getting the tattoo, not me.”

“Yet, you don’t like needles but are in the same room dealing with the fear and not letting it win.”

Horatio started to lean forward so that his head was almost touching Rick’s when he realized that someone else was in the room and stopped. “Thanks,” he whispered.

“The outline of the head is done now. You’re doing good. That actually applies to both of you.”

“Both of us?” Horatio asked.

“Yeah,” Paul answered. “Normally the ones scared of needles are sweating bullets right about now or have already ran out the door…”


“Well, I think so,” Paul said, as he continued outlining the design. “Personally, I think it’s a good idea. The best way to get rid of a phobia is repeated exposure to what it is that you fear.”

Horatio chuckled nervously at that and Rick gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know if I can get him to repeatedly expose himself to needles. I’m just hoping that nothing happens that requires him to need a shot.”

“Horatio,” Rick just smirked when Horatio hissed at him.

“Well, it’s true.”

Paul was enjoying listening to his customers while he worked. “I heard something a while back that might be of interest to the two of you regarding shots.”

“Really?” Rick asked. “What is it?”

“Well, in Japan they’re supposedly modeling a needle off mosquitoes. They’re supposed to be small, quick, and painless.”

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll have to look into that.”

Horatio laughed. “Except for when they repeatedly attack you.”

Rick glanced over at Horatio. “Let me guess, they love to eat you up as well…” Horatio didn’t answer; instead he chose a spot at the far corner of the ceiling and stared at it.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Horatio sighed. “They think I’m delicious and evidently when any are around they end up having a buffet at my expense.”

Rick smirked at that causing Horatio to look over at him. “What are you thinking?” Rick didn’t answer, but his smirk got a little bigger as he shook his head. “Horatio?”

“Yes?” Rick answered.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, Rick. But, if you insist, I’ll let you know when we’re at dinner.”

“Oh, I want to know if it has you smirking like that.”

“I’ve got the outline done of you want to look.” Paul replied, turning the needle off and placing it back on the table.

“I like it,” Rick said, looking down.

“If you want to come around and look,” Paul said, nodding at Horatio, “I’ve put the needle away as well.”

Horatio blushed, but stood up and walked around. “Thank you.” He smiled when he saw the finished outline. “It turned out better than I had pictured.”

“Thanks. I just need to fill in the outline with black ink. I will say that it is showing up much better than I had expected with the scarring.” Paul turned to look at Rick. “Do you mind if I take a picture of it when it’s completed for my portfolio? If you don’t want to I understand completely.”

“I can’t think of any reason why not…” Rick looked over at Horatio. “Can you, Rick?”

“It’s just going to be the tattoo itself right?”

“That’s correct.”

Horatio glanced over at Rick who was still looking at him. He sighed. “Okay,” he agreed but was asking himself silently why on earth he was agreeing to it.

Rick smiled at Horatio before looking back over at Paul. “Then, I guess we’re fine with it.”

Paul nodded his head at them before turning back to Horatio. “Would you like to take your seat again? I need to start filling in the design. I don’t mind if you want to watch from here, it’s just that you’ll have a better view of the needle.”

“Oh. Thanks,” Horatio said, stepping back and walking around to sit back down on his stool.

“No problem.”

Rick chuckled at Horatio's reaction. Horatio heard it and glanced over at Rick. “Don’t you laugh at me.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Rick,” Rick said, trying his best to look innocent.

“Then what were you doing?”

“I was just thinking about what I told you I’d tell you later.”

“Now you have me curious.”

“You’re always curious so that’s nothing new.”

“That’s why I’m good at what I do.”

“What is it that you do?” Paul asked, before mentally kicking himself. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear. It’s really none of my business…”

Horatio blushed as Rick looked over at him. “Should I?”

“If you want to Horatio,” he answered with a shrug.

“Okay, I’m with CSI. Rick is with Internal Affairs but he’s about to transfer over to CSI in the near future.”

“C… S… I…? Sorry, I’ve never heard of it.”

Horatio sighed. As much as it annoyed him, he was used to the question by now. “CSI is short for Crime Scene Investigators. They’re a division of the police department who investigate crimes to see what really happened.”

“Oh. So, they’re like detectives then?”

“Sort of,” Horatio admitted. “The difference is their information is based off of hard evidence unlike the detectives who mainly concentrate on eye-witness accounts. The CSIs work closely with detectives to get to the bottom of things. A phrase that I’ve heard sums it up nicely. ‘People lie but the evidence doesn’t’.”

“I see. What is it that you do?”

Horatio shrugged. “Basically, I just police the police. I make sure that everything is in line and in order for the sake of the city.”

“That sounds like it’s a tough job.”

“It is,” Horatio and Rick both agreed.

“So, Rick, Horatio mentioned that you were thinking about transferring. Can I ask why? If it’s none of my business just say so.”

“Well… you see…”

Paul smiled. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“You do?” Horatio couldn’t keep himself from asking.

“Well, it’s official police business. Me, I’m a local tattoo artist who has probably worked on a few of your criminals. I completely understand why you wouldn’t trust me enough to tell me everything.”

Horatio relaxed somewhat at that. Rick smirked and shook his head. “Rick, there’s no need to be so tense.”

“I can’t help it.”

“It’s almost over. When it is, we can go and have that dinner.”

“I like the sound of that,” Horatio admitted with a grin. “You can also tell me about that thing you were chuckling over.”

“I will,” Rick replied with a smirk. “Don’t forget. You have something that you promised to tell me as well.”

Horatio sobered up rather quickly when Rick mentioned that. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather wait until after we get back to the house. I don’t want to ruin our dinner.”

It must be serious, Rick thought to himself. “Alright, I can wait.”

“Thanks,” Horatio said, giving Rick’s hand a squeeze. “I appreciate it.”

“So Rick, am I going to have to make a stop by the ATM when we get finished here?”

“I can pay if you -”

“No. I lost the bet so I’m going to pay.”

Horatio smiled. “Okay.”

Rick had been expecting Horatio to be a bit more stubborn so his reaction threw him for a loop. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, why are you asking?”

“You gave in much easier than you normally do.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re actually complaining about me NOT being stubborn for once.

“Well, yeah.”

Horatio pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “I can’t win can I?” The other man just smirked and shook his head at that. “You always have to complain about something don’t you?” he asked Rick with a smile to let him know that he was kidding.

“It’s what everyone expects of me.”

“Then we’re just going to have to change that aren’t we?”

“Why?” Rick asked, pouting.

Horatio laughed. “That pout just doesn’t work on you. I’m sure that we can find something that you won’t complain about.”

“Cookies. I don’t complain about cookies.”

“Is that the only thing?”


“Do you think I can change your mind about that?”

“No,” Rick answered.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” Horatio raised an eyebrow at Rick when he simply grinned. “Why do I get the feeling that’s what you wanted?”

“I don’t know,” Rick said with a shrug before grinning again.

“Just you wait.”

“With pleasure.”

Horatio grinned, before ruffling Rick’s hair since he knew that the other man couldn’t move to get away.

Rick whined before poking Horatio for messing up his hair. “Fix it.”

Horatio frowned at that. “I will if you stop whining.”

“Come on Rick, fix it,” he said, whining again.

Paul smirked at his clients, who were teasing each other, as he lowered his head to hide the fact that he was amused.

“If you stop whining I will.” Rick opened his mouth, but before he could get anything out Horatio held up his hand. “Fine, you win.” He reached over and smoothed out his hair. “Happy now?”

Rick smirked and gave a nod of his head. “Yes, I am. Thank you”

“You’re welcome.”

Paul raised his head. “Guys, we’re almost done. I just have a little bit left to do.”

“Thanks, Paul,” Rick told him with a smile.

“You’re in a good mood today, Horatio.”

“So you’re complaining because I’m not being a grouch.”

“Me? Complaining? I wasn’t complaining. Paul, did you hear someone complaining?” Horatio asked, looking around.

“I’m not getting in the middle of this,” Paul replied with a smirk, not looking up from where he was filling in the design.

“Smart man,” Rick said before laughing at the expression on Horatio's face and then groaning. “Okay, okay. You weren’t complaining. Still, you know what I meant.” Horatio stared at him for a few minutes before smirking. “What are you -”

Before Rick could finish his sentence Horatio reached over and ruffled his hair again.

“Hey now, what did you do that for?”

“Because I felt like it.” Horatio said with a shrug before fixing Rick’s hair.

“You like to do that don’t you?”


Rick sighed. “Then, when we’re in private you can do it as much as you want. But you have to stop doing it in public.”

Horatio's eyes darted over towards Paul and he blushed. “I didn’t think it was so…”

Paul looked up. “Don’t worry about it. You weren’t that obvious. I just know what to look for.” Crap, why did I say that? Paul, you are an idiot. Rick and Horatio exchanged a glance. “Don’t worry I’m shutting up now.”

Rick held up his hand. “No, wait. What…”

“Let’s just say that I hope I can find what the two of you seem to have,” Paul answered, before returning his attention back to the tattoo.

“I wish you the best,” Horatio said as Rick fell silent.

“Thanks,” Paul replied earnestly. “And the tattoo is finished.”

Rick grinned as he turned his head to look at Horatio. “See, Rick? That wasn’t so bad.”

“Well, considering that I didn’t look at the needle…”

“Don’t be so modest,” Paul said, interrupting him. “You could still hear the needle.”

“That’s just who he is. Even the smallest amount of praise causes him to duck his head and blush. See what I mean?” Rick added, tilting his head in Horatio's direction.

“I do.”

Before Rick could look at the tattoo, there was a loud growl coming from Horatio's stomach. He grinned and turned his head to look at Horatio, who was blushing. “You’re hungry.”

“Let me just get my camera so I can take that picture. Then, I’ll bandage the area and the two of you can go get something to eat,” Paul said with a smile.

“Okay,” Rick replied, as Horatio nodded his head in agreement.

“I’ll be right back,” Paul promised, as he picked up the needle and the ink before leaving the room. Horatio breathed a smile of relief once the needle was gone.

“Did you even eat lunch?”

Horatio lowered his head, glancing over at Rick out of the corner of his eye. “No, I was busy,” he admitted.

“Horatio…” Rick began, but was interrupted by his own stomach growling causing Horatio to smirk.

“Did you?”

Rick sighed and ducked his head knowing that he was busted. “No, I didn’t.”

Horatio folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall. “Why not?”

Rick leaned his head back in the chair to stare up at the ceiling. The Darius situation had me running in about twenty different directions and when you add the Mac situation in the mix, I just didn’t have the time.

“Welcome to my world.”

“I don’t see how you do this on a regular basis.”

“Well… I do it for the victims, not all of them can speak for themselves.”

“I meant physically. How are you able to do this without making yourself sick?”

Horatio blinked, still not accustomed to the other man admitting openly that he worried about him. “It’s not the first time I’ve had to do this, so I guess you could say that I’m used to it.”

“I guess,” Rick agreed with a sigh. “The team pushes you pretty hard don’t they?”

“They work just as hard as I do.”

“As much as I don’t get along with some of them, I can’t argue with you on that one. It’s just…”

Horatio leaned back across the wall and crossed his feet at the ankles. “You’re used to the pace of a desk job aren’t you?”

Rick ducked his head. “Yeah, I won’t deny it. It’s mostly paperwork…”

“Are you changing your mind on me?”

“No, I’m not. It’s just that the two of us, well… We have to both stop skipping meals. It just isn’t healthy.” Rick just shook his head and chuckled.


“I just realized that I sounded exactly like Rose by saying that.” He glanced over at Horatio. “What?” He asked, noticing the other man’s smirk.

“I was about to say that you sounded a lot like Alexx.”

“Just don’t say that in a Chinese restaurant…” Horatio didn’t say anything but instead smiled innocently. “Don’t give me that.”

“What are you talking about?” Horatio asked, blinking.

“You try that and I’ll just say that you sound like Rose.”

“That’s not a bad thing… I think.”

“It’s not,” Rick agreed with a chuckle.

“But with past experience, neither of us is going to risk it.”


Horatio smirked. “Although it’s not necessarily a bad thing if we make a habit of not only getting but actually eating lunch.”

“Agreed,” Rick replied with a smirk.

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing much. I was just thinking about that plan we had for a slow day to pick at the team…”

“What about it?”

“What if we started it earlier with only one person as a test subject?”

“Who… Who do you have in mind?”


Rick smirked as Horatio's mouth slowly morphed into an evil little grin. “You don’t want to wait until we change back either do you?”

“You’re catching on.”

Horatio chuckled. “You have a devious little mind, but it should wait until we change back that way we don’t get too comfortable and slip up in front of the others.”

Rick sighed. “As usual, you’re right. I just wish I knew how much longer we had.”

Horatio reached over and picked up Rick’s hand but before he could say anything, Paul returned. “Sorry it took me a while. One of the new workers rearranged the supply cabinet and I had to hunt down the ointment.”

“It’s okay.”

“If you haven’t changed your mind, I’ll take that picture now.”

“We haven’t.”

“Okay,” Paul said, pulling out a digital camera before snapping the picture. Once he saw it and was satisfied, he showed the picture to both Rick and Horatio.

Rick smiled. “I really like it.”

“I do too.” There was a brief pause as if Horatio was debating on something before he came to a decision. “If it’s not too much trouble, would it be possible for you to shop the scar out of the picture?” Rick glanced over at Horatio and gave him a reassuring smile.

“I can do that. I take it that you want to hide any identifying characteristics.”

“Yes,” Rick agreed before Horatio could say anything. He just smiled and gave a nod of his head at Rick.

“I’m sorry if it’s more work for you…” Horatio began.

“It’s not a problem, I understand. I’ll only take a couple of minutes. You know, I could make you a copy if you’re interested…”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.”

“I agree.”

“Okay, would you want to see the shopped picture or not?”

“Sure,” Rick and Horatio both agreed at the same time.

Paul didn’t answer, just smiled as he nodded his head to indicate that he had heard as he took his seat once more on the stool beside the chair. He carefully cleaned the area before covering it with ointment. Once he had finished, Paul bandaged the area up.

Rick looked down, as he pulled the paper sheet up. “Thanks. Is it okay if I, you know…?” He asked, causing Horatio to chuckle quietly.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Rick just rolled his eyes as he pulled his pants back up and wadded the paper sheet up and tossed it into the garbage can at the far side of the room.

“Nice shot,” Horatio agreed, still chuckling.

“Stop laughing at me Rick.”

“I can’t help it if you’re amusing.”



Before the two of them could banter anymore, they were interrupted by Paul clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt but I need to go over the aftercare instructions.”

“Right,” Rick agreed. “Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright,” Paul said with a chuckle as he handled over the instructions. “This might be repetitive but everything I’m about to tell you is on those instructions.

“First of all, I want you to leave that bandage on for twenty-four hours. After that, you need to keep the area to clean and apply this ointment two to three times a day for the next three days. After that, just keep the area well moisturized.”

“Is there anything else we should know? Also, how many times do we need to change the bandage?” Horatio asked, causing Rick to chuckle and mouth the word mother hen at Horatio.

Horatio gently cuffed the back of Rick’s head. “Don’t start.”

“Normally, I would say you could and should leave it off.”


“But with the job that you have, I’d recommend you at least bandaging it when you have to go to work because the last thing that you need is to get it dirty and have it become infected. So, I’d recommend that you keep it covered when at work and then take the bandage off the moment you get home.”

Rick nodded. “Thank you for the information,” he told Paul before shooting Horatio a look. “Rick, why don’t you make yourself useful for once and read these,” he said, thrusting the instructions at Horatio causing him to chuckle.

“If you don’t mind waiting just a few more minutes, I’ll go and touch up this photo for you. When I get done and let the two of you see the finished picture. Afterwards, the two of you can go and get dinner?”

“It’s no rush,” Rick began, but he was betrayed by his stomach growling and it was soon joined by Horatio's.

Paul just smirked. “I’ll get right on it,” he promised as he hurried out of the room.

As soon as Paul had left, Rick and Horatio looked at each other and gave embarrassed smiles. “Don’t even start…” they began and started chuckling.

“But we’ll eat soon, right?”

“We’ll eat soon,” Rick promised. “Once you tell me how to get to the restaurant.”

“How about I drive?”

“I can drive.”

“Are you sure -?”

“Horatio quit your worrying.” Rick replied with a smirk. “What is it with you and wanting to drive anyway?”

“I miss driving my Hummer.”

“We aren’t even in the Hummer Horatio. Besides, it’s MY Hummer now.”

“Only because of a technicality.”

“But we’re in my car.”

“Actually, Horatio, it’s my car,” Horatio replied with a smirk.

“Also, because of a technicality.”

“So, I should drive since it technically belongs to me.”

“For crying out loud, why is it so important for you to drive?”

“I happen to like driving.”

“And that’s all it is?”

Before Horatio could respond there was a soft knock at the door before it opened and Paul walked back in carrying in a photo.

“Here it is. What do you think?”

“You have the picture done already?” Horatio asked surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I told you it would only take a couple of minutes. So, what do you think?”

“I like it.” Rick and Horatio answered at the same time causing Paul to chuckle.

“Good. I’ll go and add it to my portfolio. It was great meeting the two of you. I wish both of you the best and I doubt I’ll be seeing you again,” Paul replied with a tilt of his head.

“You won’t,” Horatio agreed, with a nod of his head causing Rick to chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me Horatio.”

“Did I hurt your feelings?” Rick asked as Paul slipped out unnoticed.

When Horatio didn’t answer Rick rolled his eyes and got out of the chair walking over to stand beside him. “You were saying?”


“I know you weren’t telling me everything?”

“Fine, if you really want to know why I like to drive, it’s because that’s the only time I know for certain where I’m going.”

“Was that some sort of weird metaphor?”

“No, it wasn’t. It’s a long story that I will tell you eventually, just not tonight.”

Rick placed his hand on Horatio's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I understand.”


“You’re already planning on telling me something that’s going to be difficult for you. Do you think I’ll pressure you into telling me something else that even I can see is going to be rough on the same night?”

Horatio just walked over to the door and opened it. “Are you going to stand there or do you want me to actually drive?”

Rick just shook his head. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. You’re starting to enjoy being me aren’t you?

Horatio smirked. “I can be as snarky as I want and no one questions it.”

(as a bonus the tattoo that was chosen plus a picture that occipitallobe made for me)



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