You and your partner had been working together for months, a bond of trust and mutual respect growing with every case.You found yourself feeling safe around them, which was rare in your line of work.Two of you were combing through a suspect's apartment, searching for anything that might crack the case wide open.As you scanned the shelves, your eyes landed on a decorative vase.It didn’t fit with the rest of the decor, standing out just enough to trigger a gut feeling.Without hesitation, you picked it up and turned it over.Sure enough, a folded piece of paper fell out.You unfolded it, revealing a handwritten code.The numbers looked familiar—like they might lead to something big.Adrenaline surged as you reached for your phone to call Horatio.The moment the call started to ring,a sharp, searing pain exploded at the back of your head.The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor.Dazed, you turned, only to see your partner standing there, their expression colder than you’d ever seen. “You really should’ve stayed out of this” “What—why?”you managed to whisper,but your words were cut short as they grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.The betrayal hit harder than their fists.Every moment you’d trusted them, every laugh you’d shared, now felt like part of some cruel game.They demanded the information you had, their blows relentless as they tried to break you, physically and mentally.Horatio heard muffled sounds through the line—thuds, gasps, and your voice pleading faintly.His heart sank. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.After what felt like an eternity, your partner left, leaving you crumpled on the floor.Blood trickled down your face, and every breath burned.You tried to move, but the pain was overwhelming.Minutes later, the door burst open.Horatio rushed in, his usual calm replaced with visible worry.He knelt beside you, checking your injuries with a gentle hand.“You’re going to be okay,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.“I’ve got you now”