A.N.: I don't own CSI Miami. DUH! Anyways, tell me to continue if you think I should. Thanks!

Horatio strode down the corridor, heading to his office. He would've made it, had it not been for the interesting conversation flowing from the break room.

"So, how come you don't date, Wolfe?" Walter's husky voice asked.

"What?" said Ryan, sound a tad offended.

"As in girls. When I'm talking about girls, and dating them... It's clear you don't have much experience." Walter explained.

"You have no idea how personal of a question that is."

"It's just a question," Walter gave this some thought, "Is it 'cause you're gay?"

"No, I'm not gay! Damn it, Walter." Ryan cursed.

"Well? What is it then?"

"It's not that simple." Ryan muttered as he angrily trudged out. Horatio ducked into a nearby room, he hadn't meant to be a snoop. Ryan spotted him just a few moments later. Ryan's eyes were glassy, confirming to Horatio that the conversation had indeed upset him.

"H, can I go on break, please? An hour or so?" Ryan begged. It had been a slow day at the crime lab, so Ryan wasn't needed as of now.

"Go ahead, you can take as long as you need. I'll call."

"Thanks." Ryan said, obviously in a hurry to get out of there. About ten minutes later, Ryan's concerned boss got the coordinates from the GPS of the Hummer Ryan was in. The GPS put Ryan at a cemetery, just outside of the city, coincidentally the one both Speed and Marisol were. Horatio had to wonder why, and if it had anything to do with Ryan and Walter's conversation earlier. Horatio had to go find Ryan, especially after seeing how upset he'd been. Hopping into his Hummer, Horatio drove to the cemetery, a route he knew all too well.

After driving around the graveyard for a bit, he spotted the familiar Crime Lab vehicle that had been issued to Wolfe. Ryan was not far away, and what a sad sight he was. He was on his knees, slouching over with his hands lying limply in his lap. Tears in his eyes, he was focusing on the stone directly in front of him: Jennifer Wolfe ~ 1981-2003. Horatio quietly walked up to Ryan's side, placing his hand gently on Ryan's shoulder, he quietly asked, "Who is she?" Horatio squatted down to Ryan's level.

"My Jen." Ryan whispered, his quiet voice cracking.

"Is she your sister?" Horatio confusedly asked, unprepared for the answer.

"My wife." Ryan let his hands fall to the newly rained-on grass where he tangled his fingers into the blades and gripped the soft mud beneath. Horatio was shocked. Ryan was only 29 now, they must not have been married long at all, since this had to be before his Crime Lab days.

"Do you want to tell me about her?" Horatio asked.

"We were roughly 21 when we married after meeting at a mutual friend's birthday party. Apparently we went to the same high school and were unaware of each other. She was so beautiful, H."

"I bet. Go on?"

"So, after knowing each other for about seven months, I asked her to put on a white dress for me. She, of course, married me, and we were good and happy. About a year later, we decided we wanted a baby. Is that so wrong, H?" Ryan asked turning to Horatio. Horatio nodded, as Ryan continued, "Jen was so excited when she got that little plus sign, and I knew I was ready. But then..." Ryan clutched the ground between him and his wife even tighter as he lowered his voice for the next part, "She screamed in the middle of the night, in so much pain that the both of us had tears. I called 911 in a panic, and they got there fast but... She let go before we reached the hospital, even though I begged her..." The tears welled in his eyes rolled down his face now, the little droplets of sorrow splashing onto her grave.

"Ryan," Horatio said sadly, "You don't have to say any more."

"They told me the baby caused her to bleed internally. I miss my Jen, and I want to see my baby! That's why I'm so shy about dating, they're still very much alive to me. I know she'd want me to move on, but I also know she'd understand if I simply couldn't, not that I haven't tried to be happy like she wants me to." Ryan let go of the ground to wipe his wet face, covering his face with traces of dirt. He then reached with a shaky hand and gently caressed the cross engraved under her name.

"So you've tried to find someone else?"

"Of course, she wants me to."

Horatio stood up, overwhelmed with information on Ryan's past. "Take the day, Mr. Wolfe."

Ryan stood and finished cleaning his face with his sleeve. "That's not necessary, H. I had time with her today, that's all I need."

"Just take the day... I have some car wipes." Horatio said, noting Ryan's filthy hands and (still not clean) face. Ryan accepted the wipes, and began to clean his face in one of the side-mirrors.

"Thanks, H." He said after moving to clean his hands.

"No problem. You take care, Wolfe." Horatio said, clapping Ryan on the back. With that, Horatio drove back to the Crime Lab, leaving Ryan alone in the cemetery. "I'll see you tomorrow, Baby," he promised "And I love you." Ryan tried to smile for his Jen as he too, drove away.

When Ryan got home, all he wanted to do was sleep, mainly so he could dream of her (which was inevitable ever since she died). As soon as he got into the bedroom, he threw himself onto the Queen-size that he used to share with his love. Ryan wrapped himself in the comforter that they bought together when they first got married. He felt her all around him as he wrapped the comforter around him even tighter. He was so warm, he couldn't help but smile. Then he worked his arms out of the tight wrap so he could hug Jen's pillow to his chest, bury his face in it, and keep on smiling for her. His smile faded as he reminded himself, yet again, that she's gone. "I miss you my angel." he whispered, hugging her pillow more so. In just a few short minutes, Ryan faded to sleep...

"Ryan, you're shaking..."

"I can help it, Baby," Ryan sighed as he lie his head on Jen's shoulder, "I missed you."

Jen gently pulled Ryan's face up so he would look into her dark brown eyes that almost matched her chocolatey-colored hair. She ran her fingers through his hair as she said, "Hun, you see me almost every night."

"It's not enough!" he whined, burying his face into her, like a frightened child. Jen gently stroked the back of his neck, "Ryan..."

"It isn't fair. Why you? You and our baby... Why not me?"

"Ryan! Don't talk like that, Sweetie. We all have a time."

"Our baby hardly got any time! I'm not leaving my thoughts that it should've been me, as opposed to you and our child. Why, Jen?!" Ryan cried. She caressed his face.

"Everything happens for a reason. Now," She pressed her lips into his and saw the sadness in his puppy-dog eyes, he knew what was coming. "It's time to wake up. Horatio's going to call soon."

"No! No, no Jen! Don't let me wake up! No, no, no!" Ryan screamed as he felt himself drifting into consciousness, and loneliness.

He was awake now. The dream was the same as it usually was, just different words, and different actions. Same foggy place that Ryan couldn't identify, Jen was wrapped in the same silky white dress, her hair down in wild waves, just like always. Ryan believed it was the reach between life and Heaven, and that Jen brought him there when he was his closest to death: sleep. Soon, just as Jen said, Ryan's cell phone rang. After unwrapping himself from the bedding, he saw that it was indeed Horatio. Part of Ryan wanted to be mad at Horatio for forcing him away from Jen, but it wasn't Horatio's fault. He reluctantly answered, "Yeah?"

"Hey, Wolfe. How are you feeling?" Horatio asked politely.

"Better, now." he answered remembering (very vividly) his dream meeting with Jen.

"Well, good. I wanted to ask, if you don't mind answering, why did you never tell anyone? Because I know the topic of old girlfriends has come up before."

"It's just... so hard to talk about. The only reason I told you is because you specifically asked, plus it felt alright to tell you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you're the only person I can tell anything to without being ashamed, or humiliated, or any of that. You get it." Ryan explained. Horatio was somewhat surprised that Ryan trusted him over everyone else. A long pause passed.

"Well, it's good that you trust me. Ryan, do you mind if I ask a few more questions?" Horatio asked, suddenly curious again.

"Anything, H."

"Okay," Horatio went through his mental list. He started with an easy one, "What did your Jen look like?"

"She was gorgeous, in every way." Ryan said quietly.

"That's what you said. Details?"

"She had wavy brown hair that went down her back, and her eyes were a rich brown too. But she was really pale in the skin. Beautiful."

"She sounds that way," Horatio said with a smile, "So, how far along was she?"

"Not very. Only about 3 months or so." Ryan said gloomily.

"Only 3? That isn't very far at all." Horatio said, just as sadly.

"I know." Ryan gulped to avoid more tears. It hurt so much to talk about it. There was another long pause on the line. Horatio had to keep Ryan talking about his wife. It reminded Horatio of Marisol, but Ryan was younger, more sensitive, and, as much as he hated thinking about it, Ryan may just be more in love with Jen than Horatio ever was with Mari. He pushed the horribly true thought away and quickly brought up a new question, "Ryan, do you ever have nightmare about that night?" Horatio shuddered at his own question, for he was often plagued by nightmares of losing his loved ones, even some that were still alive.

"Not nightmares so much, anymore. I dream about seeing her... actually, that's a lie. Listen, this may sound crazy, but I think I'm actually with her in my dreams, I feel her every time she touches me. That's why I look forward to sleep, I know she's waiting there. But it's no replacement for her being here, and the fact I wont see my baby until I'm with them is unbearable." Ryan explained, not meaning to let as much go as he did. Horatio was surprised yet again. Not because of what Ryan said, but because Horatio could relate. "Believe it or not, I know what you're saying. But your baby isn't in the dreams too?"

"No. I'd love it though. I'd give anything to see my baby with her." Ryan informed longingly.

"Okay, I need to go, Wolfe, hang in there. And you'll see them someday, be sure of it."

"Thanks, H, again."

"No problem. I'll see you at work tomorrow." Horatio said, hanging up.