Horatio lay still and breathing heavily on a metal table. It was dark in the room,and ha couldn't move. His wrists and ankles were restrained,and his entire body ached.

''How does it feel,Horatio? I have to know,''his father whispered into his ear.

Horatio felt the stun gun being pressed against his side.

He didn't respond. He was too busy trying to recover from shock.

''Well?''

Horatio looked at him and began laughing somewhat maniacally. ''Go to hell...''

''Really now? You're just gonna start getting mouthy,huh? Well we'll have to do something about your attitude.''

Old man Caine pulled the trigger,and Horatio thrashed on the table with groans of pain.

''How 'bout now?''

The redhead looked at the man again,and simply spat in his face.

There was swearing,as Horatio got him in the eye,and suddenly a knife was jammed into his side,angled awkwardly to pierce the skin on his back. Then the stun gun was pressed against the side of his head,the voltage having been increased.

''Time to fix that attitude...now.''

The trigger was pulled,and this time there was a scream of pain.

...

''Horatio,are you okay?''

Horatio shook suddenly and realized it was only Alex. ''Yeah...I'm fine...''

''Well you don't look it. You sleep okay last night?'' ''I'm fine,Alex,''Horatio reassured her with a smile.

''Okay.'' ''Just...having a little bit of a flashback,that's all.''

Alex looked at him,but continued what she was doing,which was examining a body on the ground. They'd been called out to the sight of an old abandoned house,which had a backyard,and that's where the team was.

''H,this body's been dead for a long time. It's already halfway decayed. I can still get DNA off of it,but judging by what I'm seeing here,this man's been dead for about five months.''

Horatio nodded and looked up at the house. It was eerily familiar to him,not from one of his many cases,but from several years ago. At the very least,he'd seen it before.

''Mr. Wolfe,do we know who owned this property?''

''Not yet,hang on...''

''H,got another body here.''

Horatio looked over at Eric,who was inside the house behind the sliding glass door.

''Is it rotting yet?''Alex asked.

''Ha,this one is rotted. It's a fuckin' skeleton.''

Horatio stepped inside,bit didn't see it right away. ''Where is it?''

Eric guided him towards a flight of stairs,and at the bottom was the skeleton,which was covered with dust.

Horatio stared at it,and another flashback began.

''GET BACK HERE!'' Horatio ran farther away from his father,but at twelve years old,he couldn't go very far before his father's hand lashed out and grabbed his arm.

''NO! LET GO!'' Horatio tried to pull himself free,but,his father's grip was stronger and he was instead pulled forward.

Horatio tried one last time,and this time gave the man a good,solid push. Old man Caine fell down the stairs and Horatio could hear his skull crack against each of the reinforced concrete steps.

When the man finally reached the bottom,Horatio took a step back for a moment,expecting the man to get up. When he didn't,he panicked and ran as fast as he could,despite his bloody nose,broken ribs,broken arm,and twisted ankle.

His head hurt,but then again,so did his back,which also had its own little collection of gashes from being beaten and whipped. And as he ran,he left a trail of blood behind.

''H,snap out of it,''Eric said as he waved his hand in front of the man's face. ''Huh? What?'' Horatio shook his head when he saw Eric's hand.

''Are you sure you're okay?'' ''Don't worry,I'm fine.'' Eric gave him one of those yeah-sure looks and looked back at the stairs.

''Is that body in the basement?''Alex asked as she walked in.

''Yeah. You think the guy fell? He's lying at the bottom of the stairs.''

Calleigh and Natalia stepped into the room.

''What took you two so long?''Ryan asked.

''I woke up late,''Calleigh stated. ''Same here,''Natalia added.

''Oy...Hold it,got a trail of blood here...a very old trail of blood,too.'' Natalia bent down with her equipment and began to swab some of it up onto a q-tip.

''I'll get it to DNA.'' She stuck the q-tip in a little box and looked at the body in the basement. ''Shall we?''Natalia offered as she picked up her kit.

Horatio nodded,found a light-switch that lit up the basement,and began the decent down the stairs,all the while wondering why his memories had picked now of all times to start coming back to him.

His question was answered as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He took one look at the room,and his heart beat quadrupled. He started hyperventilating at an impossible rate,and Calleigh came down the stairs just in time to see Horatio collapse to the floor.

''H! RYAN,GET AN AMBULANCE!''she screamed as she ran towards him.

''WHAT HAPPENED?!''Both Natalia and Eric screamed when the got to the bottom.

''I don't know! He just dropped!''

She was on her knees and saw that his chest was rising and falling faster than humanly possible and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head. She could hear him wheezing,and she went to take his pulse. She panicked when it was too fast for her to count.

''WHERE THE HELL IS THAT AMBULANCE?!''

They all heard the sirens,and Ryan soon came down the stairs with a group of EMT's.

They watched them put an oxygen mask on Horatio's face before he was placed onto the stretcher and carried back up the stairs. Frank was talking with the woman who had called the rotting body in when he saw that Horatio was on a stretcher,the whites of his eyes perfectly visible.

He wasn't exactly lying still,either. His entire body was visibly shaking. In fact,any more shaking and it would've been considered thrashing. The team came running up the stairs,and Frank instantly began to question them,starting with a very simple,''WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!''

''THAT'S WHAT WE WANNA TO KNOW!''

Ryan slipped past them,quickly alerting them that he was going with the ambulance,and managed to get into said vehicle right before they drove off.

''Alright,let's focus. What could have made Horatio hyperventilate?''Frank asked.

''Hey,guys,have you seen this room?!''Natalia practically screeched.

Alex was examining the skeleton on the floor,though it was pretty obvious what killed the person;a massive,massive concussion.

''No,why?'' ''Because whoever owned this house was crazy,and I mean fucking psycho.'' Frank,Alex,and Calleigh looked around.

There were old whips lying on the floor all over the place. Shackles were bolted into the walls and there were chains hanging everywhere. A metal table stood in the middle of the room,which was covered with blood.

''O-okay. We have four sets of shackles,six whips,a metal table,and a bloody old rusty knife...Do you think the handle will have DNA left on it after all these years?''Natalia asked.

''Yeah,maybe. There's blood on every one of these shackles...and whips. The tables covered,too.''Calleigh replied as she looked throughout the room.

''Do you think it was the appearance of the room that made him hyperventilate?''Alex asked.

''No. At the rate he was breathing,it had to be worse. Probably trauma. He must have witnessed something,''Natalia answered as she began swabbing the chains and shackles. Calleigh joined her,and soon every blood covered surface had been swabbed,and they'd labeled all of the little boxes for the q-tips and had the knife in a bag.

''Great. Now we just have to analyze all this.'' ''Yeah...it's gonna be a lot of work,too...any word from Ryan,yet?''

''No. Still nothing.''

At the hospital,Ryan watched Horatio sleep in the bed. He still had the oxygen mask on him,and he was hooked up to multiple monitors,including a heart monitor,which was showing a lesser rate than before,but still it was pretty high.

He reached over and gently squeezed the redhead's hand.

As he did so,he looked up at the monitor and gasped as the heart rate calmed down immediately,as if Horatio could sense his presence.

To Horatio,his world of unconsciousness was like a cold black oblivion. When he felt Ryan's hand,it was a small amount of warmth that he desperately needed to wrap himself with.

Horatio stirred somewhat and through blurry vision that Ryan was sitting by his bed and Ryan could see that the man was awake just enough to tell who he was,and he gently brushed Horatio's bangs away from his face.

Horatio moved his head and just a little bit,but just enough to nuzzle Ryan's hand with his cheek.

Ryan felt Horatio's hand squeeze his own gently,and smiled.

''Go back to sleep,H.'' The redhead nodded and drifted off. While Horatio continued his nap,Ryan looked down at his hand,but noticed a scar that traveled all the way around his wrist. He examined the other wrist,and found the same thing.

Back at the lab,Natalia was running all of the blood samples and was hoping to find that they matched one person instead of multiple people.

Before she hit the magical 'enter' key,she called in Frank,Eric,and Calleigh.

''By the way,I looked up who owned the house,''Eric stated.

''And who owned it?''Frank asked.

''Johnathon Iris Caine...Last name ring a bell?''

''Horatio's father...Holy shit,''Frank whispered. Natalia hit the 'enter' key on her computer and even she was surprised when it started searching through the personnel files.

''What the hell...why is it-'' The computer stopped and a single picture popped up.

the blood matched one person...Horatio Caine.

''...That's why he hyperventilated...he was tortured down there...that was his old home,''Eric said softly.

''Listen...why don't we stop at the hospital for a bit? I'm sure H will want more than just Ryan for company,''Calleigh asked.

The group nodded and they grabbed their jackets.

It wasn't long before they reached the hospital and Horatio's room to find that Ryan had fallen asleep sitting on Horatio's bed with Horatio's head on his chest.

Natalia and Calleigh slipped a picture of the scene onto their phones before Frank and Eric grabbed them both and guided them out of the building as they began to giggle like little school girls.

Please review!

The thought for this one was stuck in my head for months. I had to get it out.