Mirkys Drabble Chain

Title: Drabble 9 - Possessive II

Pairing: Harry Potter . Horatio Caine

Fandom: Harry Potter Xover CSI: Miami

Everyone knew that Harry Potter belonged to Horatio. The big boss was quite possessive of the smaller man and the team itself felt protective of the quiet man whose glare could make just about anyone cower.

The house was airy with large windows, it was in the wealthy part of town but it didn't matter where one lived when it came to murder. Harry hopped out of the vehicle, said his hellos, and stood close to Ryan who was rambling about this and that. Bumping shoulders Harry gave out a laugh as his suave partner let out a grumble when he stepped into the flower bed, the freshly churned dirt sticking to new polished shoes. "Funny Harry."

"Sorry Ry." With a bounce in his step Harry ran up the flights of steps and waltzed into the beautiful home, one of many. Spotting Horatio with the suspect he put on his cop face and headed towards them. The first one to catch sight of him was Mark Mavis, the main suspect in his wife's death. Harry frowned slightly as the man's eyes raked over him the same way his lover did every morning, it was odd. "Mr. Mavis?"

Mark ignored the Lieutenant in favor for the newcomer, "Mark please." He offered his hand and the smaller man took it with a smile, it was a pretty smile.

Harry blinked as the man squeezed his hand, "Harry then. I don't mean to interrupt but I need to speak with Caine."

"Is this about my wife?"

Harry gave him a charming smile, "It'll be but a moment." Nodding his head to the side both he and Horatio spoke in whispers, "The lab came back, it wasn't his blood or semen. " Harry expected a response but his lover stared at him through his trademark sunglasses. "Credit Card statements place him miles away at a club; we have him on video at the time of the murder." Silence, "What?"

Before Horatio could open his mouth Mark stepped over, "I told you it wasn't me. You should see her man whore; I told you it's him."

Harry gave a nod, "We're checking all possible leads Mark. Do you know where we can find this um person?"

"No, they meet in secret in some seedy hotels." The man's demeanor changed and he stepped closer to Harry, "I can tell you more with dinner."

Harry flushed, "I um well…" he stuttered before gaining some control, "I'm involved, you should be more concerned with planning your wife's funeral Mr. Mavis."

"Mark. You can call me Mark. I know this great seafood place just outside of town." Mark moved closer and Harry was like a dear in the headlights as he stared into eyes that held him against his will.

"You're married…" Harry tried but was interrupted. This was out of his element he had never been propositioned before, not like this, not on the job.

"Was." Mark stressed, "We were in the process of divorce, and she couldn't keep her legs crossed so I've branched out."

"I'm with someone." Harry stressed.

"I can be everything and more," Mark leered, "You'll be seeing stars by the end of the night."

"That's enough!" Horatio snarled as he grabbed the bastard by the arm and forced him away. "Harry, go now!"

Harry glanced between the two and walked as fast as his legs could carry him, an angry Ryan following closely. The two peeled out of the driveway before seatbelts could be buckled. "I'll have your badge for assault." Mark shouted.

"You listen to me, you stay away from him." Horatio's glasses slid down his nose and his dark eyes matched those of the angry man before him.

"Or what?" Mark taunted.

"You'll find Mr. Mavis I'm not one to be crossed with. We'll keep in touch." And Horatio calmly walked away much to the nervous glances of the crew.

Harry spent the entire day holed up in the labs running errands. He had heard from the staff that Horatio was on a rampage and Harry knew it was because of him, well not him specifically but he was involved. An hour after he was supposed to clock off Harry snuck his way past the front desk and ducked around the corner to avoid his lover, the elevator doors were just about to close, a cab waiting for him below when to his horror the doors opened to reveal none other than the one person he was trying to avoid.

Horatio stepped onto the elevator and pressed the close button. Silence filled the four walls and with a ding Harry would have bolted hadn't it been for the sudden grip on his arm. He winced as he was dragged from the elevator, through the lobby, down the flight of stairs, and to the Hummer where he was lifted and door slammed. Horatio rounded the car and slammed his own door, the hummer purred in its own way and the tires squealed as the massive vehicle tore out of the lot.

From above through one of the window Calleigh sipped her tea and she shook her head as she sat with the rest of her team, "Poor Harry."

Eric snorted, "Twenty he won't sit right tomorrow."

With a laugh Ryan took that bat but added, "Thirty he calls in sick."

In the end both men were right. Harry couldn't sit and he did call in sick but Ryan won his thirty bucks.

Posted: YG - 8/8/10 . AFF - 3/6/11