The warm Miami sun was steadily rising over the waking city. The sun slowly drifted over the horizon line of the ocean. Rays of orange and pink accompanied the rich blue and purple quickly fading with the rising sun. A brief moment was all Lieutenant Horatio Cain was usually given each day, before a pitiful excuse of a human committed some atrocity that called for his services.

Behind him came a series of clatters and whispered mumbling. He turned from the large bedroom window toward the living room. He walked into the living room wearing a dark green button up shirt with the top button open and black slacks. He weaved around the 'L' shaped sofa toward the kitchen. Horatio spotted his wife through the arches separating the kitchen and the living room. She moved about in a rush, frantically washing the few dishes in the sink. Marisol wore a leopard print halter top with black slack with white stripes running vertically up her legs. Her dark curls were pulled into a bun, yet several strands of her bangs hung around her slender face. Horatio watched her for a moment. She scrubbed the dishes relentlessly before rinsing them and setting them on the rack beside the sink. He resisted a smile and stepped closer toward her.

"I thought you have work this morning." Horatio said.

Marisol looked up from the sink. She dried her hands on the towel beside the sink. "I do. I was just doing the dishes before I left."

"I can see that, however you usually load the dishes into the washer before we go to bed, not wash them by hand." Horatio stated.

"You have your ways of relieving stress, I have mine." Marisol replied.

Horatio leaned against the counter across from Marisol. "You lost your phone again didn't you?"

"Yes!" Marisol cried. "I've looked everywhere this morning and I still can't find it. And I can't leave without it because I'm expecting a call from one of the firm's clients that I can't miss. And if I can't find it within the next five minutes I'm going to be late."

Horatio walked around the counter beside Marisol. "Mari, relax. You'll phone will turn up."

"But if I miss this call, we'll be behind on paperwork for the client's case, and then my boss is going to fire me." Marisol explained.

Horatio couldn't contain his smile anymore. It wasn't the first time Marisol had lost her phone since she'd been hired by one of Miami's many law firms. Just in the previous month alone the rank was fourteen times.

Marisol narrowed her eyes and lightly hit Horatio's shoulder. "It's not funny. I'm in serious trouble here."

"Sorry sweetheart." Horatio chuckled. "Listen, you head to work and I'll look for your phone. I'll even meet you at your firm before I go in."

"No, no I can't have you late for work because of me." Marisol said.

"It's not a problem Mari."

"Are you sure?" Marisol asked.

Horatio nodded. "I'm sure. Now you'd better get your purse before you're late."

Marisol sighed. "Right." She walked into the living room and picked up her matching jacket from the coffee table. She slung her dark purse over her shoulder, slung her workbag over her purse strap, and gathered her keys into her hand. Marisol walked back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She smiled sweetly. "I'll see you at lunch."

Horatio smiled. "I'll see you then sweetheart."

"And please, please make sure Kyle remembers." Marisol reminded.

Horatio chuckled. "I will. Have good day."

Marisol snorted lightly. "We'll see about that. Bye."

"Bye." Horatio said. He watched Marisol turn from him and walk toward the front door. Her heels clicked across the hard floor as she walked to the door. Marisol opened the front door and stepped out. She turned toward the inside of the house as she closed it, and smiled. Hornito pushed himself from the counter and turned to the dining table where his jacket lay. He grabbed the collar and lifted it from the back of the chair.

Instantly Horatio felt the heaviness of his coat, localized in his left pocket. Horatio smiled lightly and reached into the pocket. He pulled out Marisol white cell phone. Shaking his head smiling, Horatio headed toward the front door. He pulled his jacket and opened the front door to find Marisol's car still in the driveway. He walked down the sidewalk between their two cars.

The driver's window of Marisol's white Camaro was down by the time Horatio reached her door. "What's up?"

Horatio lifted her phone. "I believe this is yours."

Marisol looked down at her phone and gasped. "Oh my god you found it!"

"I think you can somewhat enjoy your day now." Horatio said smiling."

Marisol looked up smiling. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably buy a new phone every time you lost it." Horatio joked.

Marisol looked away and placed her phone back into her purse. She started up her engine and looked back at Horatio. "Very funny."

Horatio leaned down beside her window. "Maybe I can make it up to you?"

Marisol arched one of her slender brows. "I'm listening."

"And that's all I'm saying on the matter." Horatio replied.

Marisol pouted jokingly.

"Now that you have what's yours," he leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. "And I have what's mine; I won't keep you any longer."

Marisol smirked. "I'll see you at lunch. Don't be late."

Horatio stepped from her car and watched Marisol ease out of the driveway. He waved briefly as Marisol started down the road. Horatio walked around to the driver's door of the Hummer and climbed in. The engine roared to life. He shifted into reverse and headed for the Miami Dade Court House.

okay...fyi i'm getting back into my miami phase, so this may seem a bit ooc. setting: totally AU. Marisol survived season 4. yay!