Title: Brunettes – You Gotta Love Them
Author: Bj Jones
Pairing: Horatio/Speed/Eric
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don't own them. We all know if I did a certain CSI wouldn't be dead. Various Executives, Producers, Writers, and Studios own them – And they have more lawyers on retainer than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money and promise to return them to the lab in short order.
Beta: Star (Gil)
Summary: There was only room for two brunettes in his life.
Genre: Slash
Warning: Threesome

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Horatio sighed and tried desperately not to slam his head into the nearest wall. How many times did he have to say it; really, how many?

"So I just wanted to thank you for helping me." Marisol smiled at him. She laid a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. "You went out of your way, and that means a lot to me. I can't thank you enough, and was wondering if..." She looked down blushing slightly before looking back up at him shyly. "Let me fix you dinner...."

"I can't." Horatio stepped back, placing his hands on his hips. "I did nothing more for you than I would have for any other suspect."

"Horatio," her voice dropped into a sultry tone. "I've seen the way you watch me. It's okay." She stepped closer to him. "I don't mind."

He stared at her over his sunglasses and hoped to God he didn't have a 'what the fuck' look on his face. He would admit she was pretty, in that perfect Miami fashion style way. But hell even if she weren't Eric's sister, there would still be no way he would be interested. There was only one brunette he was interested in, well okay two, and she wasn't one of them.

"Is it because I'm Eric's sister?" She asked softly. "I'm a grown woman and don't need my little brother protecting from suitors."

Horatio heard a snort from behind him. 'Speaking of the two devils.' Horatio turned towards them. "What brings you gentlemen down here?"

"Making sure my sister doesn't snag my boyfriend." Eric glared at her.

She huffed and flipped her hair off her shoulder. "I was offering him a home cooked meal for helping me. Something I doubt you can give him."

"True," Eric smirked. "But Speed here is a chef, so we get home cooked meals nightly."

Said chef rolled his eyes at the frown that crossed her face. "The only reason I haven't tossed you into the ocean is because I like Clorinda, and she would be very upset with me if Eric had to jump in and save you. So to make sure I don't snap and go ahead and do it, I suggest you sashay back down the peer and go find some other poor sap to woo."

Marisol Delko huffed indignantly and left the three men on the peer.

"Gee, H, isn't one Delko enough?" Speed smirked at him.

"Well he is hard to resist," Eric pointed out.

"It's the red hair," he agreed. "Makes you want to pounce and find out if it's all red."

Horatio just glared at them. "You two done?"

Both shook their heads. "No."

He let his hands slip off his hips as he stepped close to them, dropping his voice into a low purr he gave them a sly grin. "There are only two brunettes in my life, and if they are lucky they can take me home and go freckle hunting."

Both turned and ran back down the peer back to their vehicles. Horatio smirked as he casually walked down the peer to the Hummer. He guaranteed Speed would get home first, especially with that death machine of his, which meant that the silk scarves would come out to play.

The image of him tied up to the bed while his lovers meticulously counted each and every freckle got him moving quickly towards the Hummer. He suddenly couldn't wait to get home.