A/N: Once upon a time, I liked muffins. I liked CSI: Miami. I liked both of them together. And this means… fun stuff!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI: Miami. If I did, I'd be really rich.

His day started out as regular as one could think of it. He got up, did anything that need to be done around the house, and walked to the Hummer. He got in, turned on the radio, listened to the grim stories on usually hears in Miami, Florida, and drove to work. It was Saturday, April 2. Saturdays. They were meant to be relaxing, not stressful. Happy, not sad and depressing.

Yep, Lieutenant Horatio Caine sometimes hated the weekends. It seemed as if robberies and murders haunted the halls of the crime lab, whispering, "Death… death…"

He finally arrived at work, but he was about fifteen minutes late. He checked his desk to see if there was anything good or decent, not a murder or robbery case to file. Surprisingly, there was only one thing on his desk, something much out of the ordinary. It made his day seem better already.

Horatio smiled.

It was a muffin.

He usually got stuff from his teammates, like smiles and the rare hug, but he had never gotten food. Especially a muffin. 'This must be a joke,' he thought.

Three pieces of paper were under the baked good. He picked up the muffin and the first note. It read:

To Horatio Caine:

Muffinism is a type of 'religion' in which you give the ones you care about a muffin, the way it relates to them, and a note from the ones you know how much you mean to them. You have been selected to receive the first muffin, a peanut butter muffin.

-Anonymous

The detective spotted the next paper, which said "Muffin Description" on it. Shaking his head, he opened it and read:

Your muffin is a peanut butter muffin. As the leader, you are usually the one to reach a crime scene first, intent on catching another criminal. Like peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth, your CSI: team sticks by your side through thick and thin. However, you can't just wash them away with milk. You'll never wash away their feelings of love for you.

"This is better than a busload of cheerleaders," he muttered, putting the description down and picking up the last note, which read:

Horatio Caine:

Words cannot describe the impact that you've had on my life. You are truly an inspiration to us all, and I hope you'll keep it that way for years to come.

Calleigh Duquesne

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H.:

We've been through so much together, it's almost like we're brothers in the fight against crime. I hope this feeling never dies and we keep this up for years to come.

Eric

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Horatio,

You comfort the sad and defenseless. You destroy the evil and horror of this world. You ARE the keeper of Miami. Thank you.

Alexx

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Horatio-

You've changed my life so much. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and your kindness. Much thanks for the opportunity.

Ryan Wolfe

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Mr. Caine,

I really admire you and your abilities. You know right from wrong every time and are willing to risk your life. Wish I could be just like you.

Ms. Natalia

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Horatio,

Thanks for everything.

Frank

From the bottom of out hearts, we salute you, Horatio Caine, Lieutenant of the Miami CSI.

A gift card for Starbucks slipped out for $25.00.

Horatio couldn't speak. He knew his team appreciated him, but not like this. How could he not see it before? Maybe he was a little too focused on his job. Maybe today, it was a good day to be alive.

Maybe today, he would keep the new tradition of Muffinism alive.

He saw Eric walking to the evidence lab and smiled.

"I'm going to enjoy this…"