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Kate stood there biting her lower lip, knocking on the door. She had been a cop for eight years, a beat cop, a homicide cop, even working a stint on the bomb squad. Nothing made her this nervous. What if he didn't believe her? Horatio opened the door, finding Kate there. He was expecting her, knew the reason she was there, but he also knew she didn't have a clue that he had found out already.
"Lieutenant Caine?" She cleared her throat, willing her hands to stop shaking. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. "I don't know if you remember me. I work with Frank." She'd worked cases with most of the CSIs now and really got along with Natalia, Calleigh, and Eric. She had worked one with Horatio, none with Walter, and hadn't even met the one they called Ryan yet.
"I do. Kate, right?"
"Yes, sir." It was the first time she'd smiled since she'd driven over. "Can I come in? I think there's something we need to discuss."
"Of course."
She walked in and saw the evidence of a happy family in the living room. There were pictures of him, Natalia, a little girl, a young man, and some with various members of the team, including one that included two men she hadn't met yet. She wasn't sure she had any right to do this to the family that lived here, but she wanted to know her birth father as well as she knew her adoptive one. "Did you by any chance know a Portia Quinn in New York? She was a prosecutor, who died in 1986."
"I did. She was a lovely woman."
There were contrasting reports to that, but she would never know the truth and would rather try to imagine her as Horatio claimed. "Do you mind me asking how well you knew her? I know that you worked with her, but...did you see each other outside of work?"
"All the time."
"Were you aware she was pregnant?"
"Not at the time."
She looked relieved, but then disappointed. If she was wrong, if he wasn't her father, she was at a dead end. "You became aware later?"
"About a year ago?"
"A year ago?" She asked, almost breathlessly, nervous. After she'd started digging into her birth mother's past.
"Yeah. A friend found out and told me. Why?"
"She was my mother. I was that baby she..." She cut herself off. "She gave up for adoption." It was better than saying she put her career ahead of having a child.
"You are looking for your father."
"I'd like to find him, yes." She paused. "I have a great dad. My parents...they're amazing. But I'd like to get to know my birth parents. know that's impossible with my mom, but...yes, I'm looking for my father."
"Stop looking." He has no idea of how to explain that he was her father.
She nodded. "This was probably...this was probably a bad idea." She thought he wanted her to stop because he didn't want to get involved.
"No. Wait. I meant stop looking because I know who he is."
She turned from the door to face him again. "Who?"
"Me," he said quietly.
"Really?" She had suspected, but never had concrete proof until that moment.
"Yeah, I just found out, but I wasn't sure if I should say anything."
"I don't...I don't know what to say. There's so many things I want to ask."
"Ask anything."
"Does Natalia know?" The worst kept secret at work was the fact that Horatio and Natalia were all but married. "I don't...I don't want to make things difficult for you. I know that you've got your own family." One she wasn't a part of.
"She does."
"Do I have any brothers or sisters?" Her breath caught. She'd had one sister, but Amy had died when Kate was thirteen.
"Step sister and half brother, Kyle and Kaya."
She smiled slightly. "I've never had a brother before." She looked at the picture again. "Are these them?"
"Yeah. The little girl is Natalia's daughter. Technically, I'm not her dad, but she calls me Dad."
"And Kyle?"
"He's my son. His mother and I don't talk."
"There's a lot of that going around." She paused, but at his curious look, continued. "When Amy...when she died, my parents divorced. They haven't talked since I was eighteen. Even managed to both be at my college and police graduation without saying a word to each other."
"Lieutenant Caine?" She cleared her throat, willing her hands to stop shaking. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. "I don't know if you remember me. I work with Frank." She'd worked cases with most of the CSIs now and really got along with Natalia, Calleigh, and Eric. She had worked one with Horatio, none with Walter, and hadn't even met the one they called Ryan yet.
"I do. Kate, right?"
"Yes, sir." It was the first time she'd smiled since she'd driven over. "Can I come in? I think there's something we need to discuss."
"Of course."
She walked in and saw the evidence of a happy family in the living room. There were pictures of him, Natalia, a little girl, a young man, and some with various members of the team, including one that included two men she hadn't met yet. She wasn't sure she had any right to do this to the family that lived here, but she wanted to know her birth father as well as she knew her adoptive one. "Did you by any chance know a Portia Quinn in New York? She was a prosecutor, who died in 1986."
"I did. She was a lovely woman."
There were contrasting reports to that, but she would never know the truth and would rather try to imagine her as Horatio claimed. "Do you mind me asking how well you knew her? I know that you worked with her, but...did you see each other outside of work?"
"All the time."
"Were you aware she was pregnant?"
"Not at the time."
She looked relieved, but then disappointed. If she was wrong, if he wasn't her father, she was at a dead end. "You became aware later?"
"About a year ago?"
"A year ago?" She asked, almost breathlessly, nervous. After she'd started digging into her birth mother's past.
"Yeah. A friend found out and told me. Why?"
"She was my mother. I was that baby she..." She cut herself off. "She gave up for adoption." It was better than saying she put her career ahead of having a child.
"You are looking for your father."
"I'd like to find him, yes." She paused. "I have a great dad. My parents...they're amazing. But I'd like to get to know my birth parents. know that's impossible with my mom, but...yes, I'm looking for my father."
"Stop looking." He has no idea of how to explain that he was her father.
She nodded. "This was probably...this was probably a bad idea." She thought he wanted her to stop because he didn't want to get involved.
"No. Wait. I meant stop looking because I know who he is."
She turned from the door to face him again. "Who?"
"Me," he said quietly.
"Really?" She had suspected, but never had concrete proof until that moment.
"Yeah, I just found out, but I wasn't sure if I should say anything."
"I don't...I don't know what to say. There's so many things I want to ask."
"Ask anything."
"Does Natalia know?" The worst kept secret at work was the fact that Horatio and Natalia were all but married. "I don't...I don't want to make things difficult for you. I know that you've got your own family." One she wasn't a part of.
"She does."
"Do I have any brothers or sisters?" Her breath caught. She'd had one sister, but Amy had died when Kate was thirteen.
"Step sister and half brother, Kyle and Kaya."
She smiled slightly. "I've never had a brother before." She looked at the picture again. "Are these them?"
"Yeah. The little girl is Natalia's daughter. Technically, I'm not her dad, but she calls me Dad."
"And Kyle?"
"He's my son. His mother and I don't talk."
"There's a lot of that going around." She paused, but at his curious look, continued. "When Amy...when she died, my parents divorced. They haven't talked since I was eighteen. Even managed to both be at my college and police graduation without saying a word to each other."
