Caitlin: A Miami Vice Love Story
by Elizabeth Johnston

Author’s Introduction: I am not a professional writer — only one of the many people who have loved and continue to love Miami Vice, one the greatest television shows ever produced, and who keep it alive in our hearts beyond the end of its production run.

This story is only one vision of what could have happened in the lives of the characters that we had the good fortune to get to know and cherish over the five years that the show was in production. It tries to stay true to the characters and ambience created by Anthony Yerkovich and developed by Michael Mann, and attempts to fill in some of the gaps in Sonny’s and Caitlin’s relationship between the time she left to go out on tour and the time she returns to Miami for her last concert.

Many thanks to Yerkovich and Mann and to the fabulous actors and actresses who made the show what it was – Don Johnson, Phillip Michael Thomas, Edward James Olmos, Saundra Santiago, Olivia Brown, Michael Talbott and John Diehl.

Thank you all for giving us the incredible experience that was and is Miami Vice!

Disclaimer and Ownership: This story is purely fiction and is strictly for the enjoyment of Miami Vice fans. There is no connection with Michael Mann, Anthony Yerkovich, Don Johnson, Universal, NBC or any other person, organization or group in any way officially affiliated with the Miami Vice television show. This story and the ideas contained therein are the property of the author and may not be copied without my written permission. However, all copyrights remain with their respective holders, for images, imprints, books, fan fiction, and music.

My very special thanks go to Rick Leon, a fabulous composer and musician. Rick kindly provided 2 pieces of Vice-style music in the tradition of Jan Hammer for this story entitled ‘Scarab’ and ‘Caitlin’. If you want to hear more of Rick’s music you can visit his website at rickleon.com

Prologue

The engine in the white Testarossa snarled like a caged animal, protesting the slow crawl through the parking area. The 12 cylinders of pure power were finally put out of their agony after the wheels of the car were directed alongside a vacant parking meter. The driver, more anxious tonight than the tamed horses under the hood of the sleek Italian sports car, felt his heart racing in anticipation. Two days and three nights of freedom from chasing down perverts and criminals was a rare luxury that normally he could only dream about. And it was an even rarer indulgence to be able to spend that time with the one person he loved most in the world. They had not had this much time alone together since their honeymoon trip to New Zealand right after they were married.

This evening Detective James Sonny Crockett was not using his police permit to park in the no-parking zone. Tonight the Miami-Dade Police Department was the thing furthest from his mind. There was a time when his job as an undercover vice cop with the Organised Crime Bureau of the police force had been the most important thing in his life. It had cost him his first marriage. Caroline had been right so many years before – he lived for the excitement and was hooked on the action. But that was before he had seen so many of his ideals washed away like sandcastles on the beach, and that was before he had met Caitlin Davies. Despite years of tragedies and disappointments, he was still dedicated to the job he loved, but now there was something more important in his life – someone more important.

It was ironic. This job that brought him face to face with the worst slime in Miami’s criminal underground was the reason he had met the woman of his dreams – sweet and fiery, gentle but firm, the only woman he had ever met who matched him in the passion of his convictions. She was the love of his life, the fire in his heart. Their spirits flew on the wind to together.