A few weeks ago someone made a request for me to write a Horatio/Marisol story. I've kind of put it off, since I really didn't even have the slightest fathom of an idea for a plotline. Then I decided to take a short story that I wrote for my creative writing class and make a few adaptations. It's a little different, and maybe a bit farfetched too, but it kind of worked out with Horatio and Marisol. This is a shorter story, but it's longer then the original one I submitted for class. It took a little while and a bit of tweaking (not to mention hours of "research"- aka watching season four of Miami to make sure I had all the Marisol facts right), but I think it came together nicely. This is another case where I used part of the name of a band as the title.

This story I kept pretty clean, so I'm giving it a T+ (for older readers) rating for now. If anyone thinks I should change it to M just send me a message.

This story does not coincide with any of my other stories.

How to Rise Against

Prologue: How to Live

He knelt on the sidewalk, his dying wife in his arms. She looked up at him with her warm brown eyes. She reached up with a shaking hand and gently stroked his cheek, her blood smearing onto his cheek. Tears welled in his eyes as acceptance of what was going to happen settled in his bones.

"Mari," he whispered, gently stroking her hair, "Please hold on, sweetheart."

"I can't, Horatio," she whispered, blood dribbling down her chin.

"I'm sorry, Marisol," he whispered as the tears finally began to fall.

"Not as sorry as I am," she barely whispered in her weak voice.