She woke up to find herself in a bed at Miami-Dade General, with a searing pain in her shoulder and Lt. Horatio Caine watching over her as she slept. As memories from earlier events of the day flooded her mind, tears began to roll down her cheeks. Horatio got up from his chair and came over to the bed, removing a handkerchief from his pocket. He then gently wiped the tears from the woman's cheeks.

"I can explain." She said mumbled as she tried to fight the remaining effects of the anesthesia, knowing he and several other people were going to want answers.

"Shh," He comforted softly, "It can wait. You need to rest right now."

The expression on her face nearly killed him. He knew that look. He saw is for what seemed like forever in the mirror after Marisol died. She had so much uncertainty in eyes about what he would think and if she still be able to work in the department. She knew he would find out the truth, but would he still accept her after all the skeletons were out of the closet.

"I have to make a phone call, but I'll be right back, ok?" He said softly.

She nodded her head and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep under the remaining medication. Horatio turned, walking to the doorway, looked back at the woman in the bed. There was no mistaking the red hair, blue eyes and freckles. He whispered, "No worries, Brianna. You're home sweetheart, you're finally home."

He walked briskly down the hall to the elevator. He knew he would have to get some protection in place for her before Stetler got wind of this. He was only hoping that it was not too late.