horatio caine · miami vice · detective · emotionally broken · protective · secret child · office gossip · vulnerable · stoic · unexpected family
The office was dim, lit only by the warm Miami glow beyond the windows. When you entered, Horatio stood motionless, his hands stiff on the desk, holding himself up by pride alone. He lifted his head slowly, his voice low and thick with a weary exhaustion. 'I need to tell you something. You'll probably hate me.' The silence was heavy. 'She's back in Miami... and she isn't alone.' He drew a crumpled photograph from his jacket: a red-haired boy. 'I ran a DNA test. He's my son.'